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 director.

Initially, their marriage was quite happy, but unfortunately, 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 executives! Their passionate affair caused a huge scandal, and my father, in a fit of anger, divorced my mother and went to the Northwest to make his way in the world. After that, we 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 philanderer and adulterer 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 that my maternal grandmother passed away from illness, and my mother took me to live with her in the south.

At that 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 was not very large, with only two rooms, it was decorated quite luxuriously.

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 facilities rivaled those of a five-star hotel. Spotlights were installed in every corner of the room, 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 complete set of high-end audio-visual equipment was displayed on the 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 not long after, I discovered that there was a serious problem with my mother's income! After living with her for about two months, I noticed that my mother didn't need to work. During the day, except for the occasional shopping trip, she almost never left the house. She also spent most of her evenings at home, except for Wednesday nights when she would definitely go out and not return until 3 or 4 AM, sometimes even not returning until almost noon the next day. After

living together for nearly 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 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 that a strange man with a hoarse voice frequently called my mother. I tried to eavesdrop on what my mother and the man were talking about, but my mother was always very careful. She would always go back to her bedroom first, lock the door, and then talk 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 very 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 got out of my tutoring class, and it was almost 7 p.m.; usually, my mother would have dinner prepared for me to eat when I got home from school. That day, I was extremely hungry, so I clearly remember rushing home almost as fast as I could.

When I got to 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 heart started 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, wrapped only 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 outside. 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 input, 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 like something was bound to 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 more than 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, but then a guy with a broken head also hid there, and I was unlucky enough to get my clothes stained with his blood! The fight lasted for more than ten minutes, after which both sides scattered like birds.

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 mom. I glanced at my watch; it was only around 8:30. I secretly calculated that it was still early, so I might sneak home, change my clothes, and then sneak out again. After 9:30, I could pretend nothing had happened and go home, hoping to avoid being scolded.

So, I ran home as planned, circled around to the open space behind my house, climbed the wall, and then easily made my way to my bedroom window 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.

To my surprise, just as I was about to leave, I suddenly heard a hoarse male voice speaking 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!

At that moment, although I was terrified, I couldn't suppress my curiosity and wanted to see what this man looked like. So, I lay down on the floor and peeked out through the small vent at the bottom of the door. I saw a bald, obese middle-aged man wearing only a bath 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 spotlights from the corners of the walls were all focused on the bed, where my mother lay completely naked, sprawled out! Beside the bed on the floor was a white towel stained with a little blood, and on the towel lay a leather whip about two feet long! There were also several ropes and candles scattered on the floor.

The bald, fat man sat on the sofa by the bed, took several large gulps of beer, lit a cigarette, and calmly smoked for a while. Then, without a word, he walked 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 with my own eyes; so, even though I knew that the naked woman in front of 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 particularly large, smaller than those of the nude models in the adult magazines I'd 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, abnormally smooth and devoid of any hair. Looking at my mother's back and buttocks, I was horrified to find several marks, likely left from being whipped!

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 to her in a very rude tone: "Let me tell you, you better understand the situation! Everything you eat and live in, isn't it all paid for by me? You're always making excuses, saying it's inconvenient at home today, saying you're not available at home tomorrow.

" "Yes, 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 come whenever I want! You want me to run from one hotel to another? What am I doing spending over a million to buy this house for you?"

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

The bald, fat man's anger seemed to haven't subsided, and he said fiercely again, "Also, I told you to get nipple rings put on, why aren't they done yet? Look at Old Li and Old Zhang's women, who doesn't wear these things now? Old Zhang said he's bringing his Fengping over next week, we'll all hang out together. Remember to get them done in the next couple of days, I had someone buy two pairs of expensive ones from Japan." "Here's the nipple ring. I'll send someone to deliver it tomorrow. Don't tell me you can't wear it because you haven't had it pierced yet!"

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

The bald, fat man said, "Old Zhang said it's up to me, I'm thinking of next Saturday."

As he finished speaking, my mother had just finished lathering him up with soap and was rinsing him off with water. The bald, fat man comfortably enjoyed my mother's bathing service until he was completely clean, then he made a strange gesture to my mother. My

mother seemed to understand the meaning of the gesture immediately. She hesitated for a few seconds with a troubled expression before stepping into the bathtub. She faced the bald, fat man, then 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 top of my mother's head with the other, leaning forward slightly until the head of his penis was about a foot away from my mother, then stopped.

The two 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 out from the head of his penis, directly into my mother's mouth! In an instant, my mother became truly stammering; 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. By the time he was done, my mother had ingested a considerable amount of his urine.

Still seemingly unsatisfied, he pinched his limp penis between his fingers and haphazardly tapped my mother's forehead twenty or thirty times before finally settling down to rinse his genitals with water. Then, he grabbed a towel and dried himself off. Without even glancing at my mother, he left the bathroom to get dressed.

After I finished dressing, I saw the bald, fat man in an expensive suit, wearing a diamond-encrusted gold watch and a sapphire ring—a nouveau riche look ostentatiously adorned with jewels. He glanced at his watch, loudly reminding my mother not to forget to get her nipple piercings, and then left without looking back. As

soon as he left, my mother started vomiting! 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 a while to wash herself. I wanted to stay and watch, but it was almost 9:30, so I left.

I deliberately waited until 9:40 before casually ringing the doorbell. This time, my mother answered the door quickly. She looked haggard, but still managed to chat with me casually for a few moments before claiming she wasn't feeling well and going back 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 superficial understanding of male-female sexual intercourse at the time, and what I knew was mostly from peeking at 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 also thinking about how I could find more opportunities to peep in the future. In this hazy, confused state, from school to the tutoring center and back home, I barely stopped thinking about spying. Unfortunately, I couldn't come up with a good idea. It wasn't

until I got home and was having dinner with my mother, when I went into the kitchen to get some soup, that I noticed the kitchen window wasn't closed. Suddenly, a mischievous idea flashed into my mind!

I quickly finished 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 heart pounding as I nervously watched my mother's movements. Sure enough, around ten o'clock, she went back to her bedroom as usual.

I was sure she went back to her bedroom, locked the door, and immediately slipped from my room into 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. 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 the dressing table, head down, holding a bottle of ointment, 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 that Mom wasn't wearing a bra; she was completely naked under her pajamas!

Her breasts were once again exposed to my eyes; however, what shocked me was her two unusually large nipples. Although I hadn't seen them for only a day, they had already undergone a significant change; I could clearly see that each of her nipples was adorned with a glittering gold nipple ring! Mom looked down at them, and I secretly watched, but my focus remained on her nipples, which had been pierced and now wore nipple rings. After a while, I saw Mom gently applying ointment to her nipples.

Although her movements were light, the pain on her face showed that she must have been 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 by the bedside suddenly rang. Because her hands were still covered in ointment, she didn't pick up the receiver, but simply pressed the intercom button and answered with a "hello."

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

My mother replied, "What brings you here? Didn't you say you had a meeting tonight?"

The bald, fat man said, "Just finished a 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, you can check the bank when you have time; also, buy some imported liquor. I have an appointment for Saturday night at seven." "Old Zhang is coming to your house. Oh, by the way, did you get the 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 afraid my wound won't be healed by Saturday, do you think we can change it..."

The bald, fat man immediately said impatiently, "Go see a doctor tomorrow and see what medicine is available, that will help it heal faster! That's all, 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 the phone, 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.

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 in my future spying and investigations.

Saturday arrived in the blink of an eye. Since there were no classes, my mom and I ate lunch together 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 ice and said to my mom, "Mom, could... could you give me two or three hundred yuan?"

My mom immediately asked, "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 tonight to play and have dinner, and I might not be back until very late. So I'm out of money."

Sure enough, when my mother heard that I was going to my classmate's house tonight, she seemed relieved, her expression immediately becoming relaxed. She quickly gave me five hundred dollars, saying, "You don't have many friends here, so it's a rare opportunity to go to your classmate's house. Don't be stingy, or people will laugh at you. 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, my mother started urging me, asking when I was leaving. I deliberately waited until six-thirty, until my mother's expression was clearly quite tense, before I casually said "goodbye"; actually, I was even more anxious than my mother. As soon as I stepped out the door, I went straight to the bus stop across from my house, boarded a random bus, and deliberately let my mother watch me leave from the balcony. I got off at the next stop and ran back to where I had boarded.

Using the advertising signs next to the bus stop as cover, I began to monitor the area around my building's front door. Time passed slowly, the sun began to set, the surroundings gradually darkened, and visibility worsened, but I still didn't see the bald, fat man appear. I waited for another ten minutes or so, and seeing 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 crawl back to my bedroom to figure things out.

Once back in, 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 was only wearing underwear, her upper body completely naked, sitting beside him. The bald, fat man had his hands on my mother's breasts, kneading them, and occasionally playing with her nipple rings. The two of them sat there chatting idly.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. 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 bloated 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, on the other hand, looked much younger; I suspected she might not even be seventeen yet. However, she was dressed head to toe in designer clothes and wore heavy makeup, making her attire quite incongruous with 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 that your brother Feng can taste your soft, tender 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! Let 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 said okay and went to my mother's room, quickly pulling her out of the room with him.

My mother was wearing a pink, almost transparent silk nightgown, without a bra underneath. Her dark nipples and glittering gold nipple rings were all faintly visible to everyone. Old Zhang's eyes kept wandering over my mother's body, and he leered with a malicious grin, saying, "I knew it! It's such a waste that nipples as big as Yuehua's aren't wearing rings. Don't you all see how much better they look now? Come on, pull your clothes up and show your nipples to your older brothers so they can see them clearly."

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

Old Zhang, on the other hand, acted like a connoisseur, sitting on the sofa and 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 and said in an expert tone, "This one is good! The size and weight are just right; you have a good eye, little brother. After all, you're a woman who has given birth, so your nipples are stronger, and you can wear heavier ones without any problem." Turning to Fengping, who was standing to the side, he continued gesturing, "Good girl, 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. It was then that I realized she was wearing nothing underneath; she was completely naked except for the outer garment!

Her skin was incredibly fair, and her breasts, brimming with youthful vitality, stood proudly and full. They appeared almost twice the size of my mother's, though the nipples were much smaller. She wore nipple rings on both breasts, but they were different styles 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 down Fengping's lower body, and I saw that her genitals were completely barren; the tender flesh at the entrance of her vagina was clearly injured, with visible bruises. What surprised me most was her anus—a plastic dildo had been inserted there all along! 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 opening. I imagined that must have felt incredibly uncomfortable, which explained the slightly awkward way she walked.

The bald fat man also noticed the dildo. He stared intently at Fengping's buttocks and exclaimed in admiration, "Old Zhang, I'm truly impressed by 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 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 He found this anal plug. That son of a bitch can't do anything else, only this kind of thing is alright."

The bald fat man laughed along, saying, "If you can do this well, you're a talent! I want to find one too." "Like him, a lackey. Oh, and tell Xiao He to find me one too."

Old Zhang winked at Fengping. Fengping immediately turned around, facing the bald fat man with her buttocks, bending her waist slightly forward to deliberately let 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 rope that was plugged into her anus. With a "squeak," she pulled the entire anal plug out of her anus.

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

Then, Feng Ping, without batting an eye, presented the anal plug, which had been inserted into her body, 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, seemingly unfazed by its filth, casually took it and even played with it in his hands for a while.

Then, with ill intent, he walked up to my mother. 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, plunging 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 expression was one of both fear and shame; her naked body, lying on Old Zhang's body, trembled slightly. When the bald fat man thrust the anal plug into her, she screamed "Ah!" and her entire body involuntarily tensed up!

But the bald fat man and Old Zhang remained 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 it in. That'll really give you the thrill! 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 would have tried it too!"

Then, the two lecherous men boasted to each other about their experiences of torturing women, and even ordered my mother and Fengping to perform a lesbian act on the living room floor, a disgusting scene of them caressing and licking each other's genitals. 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! My blood boiled at the sight, and I 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 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 with his ugly penis, sodomized my mother's already ravaged anus! My mother was sandwiched between two lecherous men like a human sandwich, subjected to their attacks from both sides.

Fengping wasn't idle either; she walked up to my mother, squatted down with her legs spread, and used her thumb and forefinger to open her vagina. Then she brought her mouth to my mother's lips, 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 inside my mother. These two men, being elderly, lay side by side on the floor to rest after ejaculating. Fengping then 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 ravaged 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 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 playing the flute. I then remembered that the bald, fat man had previously anally raped my mother; his penis must have been covered in her anus's secretions. Combined with the smell of semen and discharge, 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 feeling incredibly excited!

It's quite possible that because my mother had entrusted me to my maternal grandmother's care for so many years, the bond between us wasn't very strong. In fact, I had unconsciously developed resentment towards her for not fulfilling her responsibilities as a mother. Therefore, seeing her being violated gave me an involuntary sense of pleasure.

At times, I hoped they would finish quickly so my mother could rest; but at other times, I begged them to continue, even to use more brutal methods to violate her, just 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 blind to everything around me because of my deep contemplation.

I don't know how much time passed before I was startled awake by the loud "bang" of the door slamming shut. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief; I had actually 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 the sound of the door closing must have been theirs. So I quickly left too. To avoid arousing my mother's suspicion, I wandered around the street for about ten minutes before going home.

(III)

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

Then one night, as I was climbing out of the kitchen window as usual, the doorbell suddenly rang! I was nearly scared to death; because 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 mom answered the door 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 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 mom didn't suspect a thing and continued answering the door.

At that moment, I wondered who could be looking for her so late—could it be that bald, fat man? So, I took a couple of steps forward and casually glanced at her sideways, trying to see what was going on. She seemed to know who had rang the doorbell, opening the door without even asking.

Through the hallway light, I could see my mother's face looked terrible! I hadn't noticed before because it was so sudden, but now I realized she seemed to have suddenly fallen ill; her face was very pale, and she was trembling slightly, looking every bit like a patient with a chill. I assumed the person must be the bald, fat man, otherwise my mother wouldn't be so frightened.

But to my complete surprise, the person who entered not only had hair, but 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 pouted at her, signaling her not to speak, and then looked at me and said, "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." After saying that, she hurriedly took Fengping's hand and led her into the room.

I also quickly put down my water glass and went to my bedroom door, seeing that my mother's bedroom door was already closed. So I stood outside my room and deliberately slammed the door shut with a loud "Bah!" so that my mother would hear it clearly and think I had gone back to my room. Then I tiptoed back to the kitchen. I walked to the window, took a breath, jumped onto the windowsill, and quickly reached the spot where I used to peek every night. Then I peeked inside.

The room was dimly lit; only the bedside lamp on the left was on, while the rest were off. However, it was still clear to see Mom and Fengping sitting side-by-side on the bed. Mom 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, Fengping gripped Mom's left arm tightly with one hand, and with the other, she picked up a syringe, aimed it at Mom's vein, and injected the medication into Mom's body. After the injection, Fengping pulled out the needle and asked my mother, "Big sister, are you feeling better?"

My mother nodded weakly, then closed her eyes to rest. Fengping stared at my mother, sighed as if with great 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 the bald-headed dead man Feng?"

I saw that my mother was still resting with her eyes closed, but her complexion was clearly much 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 and just focused on resting.

Fengping seemed to have anticipated my mother's lack of response. She put the syringe back in her purse, then stood up and walked to the media cabinet. Opening a drawer at the bottom, she randomly took out a videotape, muttering to herself as she put it into the VCR, "Heh, heh, let's see what new tricks that bald guy has up his sleeve."

Then, she moved a chair to the television and began watching the program on the tape.

I thought to myself, "What bad luck, looks like I won't even get to watch Mom take a bath today." So I prepared to leave. However, out of curiosity, I waited a while longer to see what movie she was watching. Little did I know that this wait would lead to an unexpected discovery.

After waiting for about a minute, the screen, filled with noise, finally showed a picture; however, the picture on the screen was not a movie, but my mother's bedroom! The camera was shooting from the foot of the bed, directly at the bed. At first, not only the bed, but also the area in the camera's view, including the bathroom, was empty; but soon I saw my mother wearing a snow-white sleeveless shirt, paired with a black knee-length skirt, with her hair neatly tied up, walking from the left side of the camera to the center of the camera, standing in front of the foot of the bed; then she turned to face the camera, but kept her head down, staring at 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 spoke in a commanding tone: "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, raise her head, and force a smile at the camera. Then I heard the voice say, "Old Feng, you can begin." At that moment, two figures rushed out from behind the camera and pounced on my mother. I looked closely and, needless to say, one of them was the bald fat man, while the other was a tall, thin old man with a full head of white hair. There were two men, one fat and one thin, both completely naked. One was so obese he was almost indistinguishable from the other, the other emaciated, creating a stark visual contrast!

The thin old man lunged at my mother, immediately extending his desiccated, corpse-like claws to hug her tightly. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of incomplete, yellowed, and blackened teeth, his face contorted with terrifying lust. He lowered his head and forced a kiss on my mother! The bald, fat man stood by, grinning as he watched the thin old man forcefully kiss my mother, then seeing him begin to undress her. As the thin old man kissed her, he also quickly helped remove my mother's skirt.

In just a moment, the screen showed my mother completely naked. A bald, fat man and a thin old man flanked her, groping and fondling every part of her naked body. The camera clearly captured the helpless expression on my mother's face, yet she was extremely compliant. Even when the thin old man placed his hand between her legs, she slightly parted them to facilitate his violation!

At the time, I was engrossed in watching the show, my attention completely focused on the television screen, and I had completely stopped paying attention to 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 shocked to see her standing on the bed, her expression strange, as if she were completely drunk. She was clutching her hair with one hand and rubbing her breast with the other! 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 up on the bed and began to strip off her clothes, one piece at a time! Fengping then took a brown travel bag from under the bed and placed it on the bedside table. She opened the bag, rummaged through it, and finally pulled out a black paddle that looked like a ping-pong paddle, but was definitely not.

Although this wasn't the first time I'd seen my mother naked, this time her expression was the most lewd! She stood on the bed with her legs spread, her hands pressed against her mons pubis. Using her index fingers, she pinched her labia together, then moved her fingers back and forth, rubbing her thick labia together. She had a dazed expression, her eyes tightly closed; she occasionally stuck out her bright red tongue and licked her lips again and again.

Unfortunately, since my mother was already middle-aged, her lower abdomen was inevitably a little plump; her hand movements and facial expression became 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 particularly large nipples, and the heavy nipple rings that ran horizontally through the center of her nipples. Of course, I also saw her two big buttocks, all trembling as her body spasmed faster!

I couldn't help but swallow hard to calm my excited heart before continuing to look into the room. Then I saw Fengping holding that strange racket in her hand, and with a half-smile, she said to my mother, "Big sister, it's been a long time since I played this! 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 hugged Fengping, tilting her head to press her red lips to hers; just like that, the two women kissed passionately like lovers in the throes of passion!

Although I had secretly witnessed my mother and Fengping's homosexual 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!

It was only after a long time that they separated. Then, I saw my mother reach behind Fengping's back and pull down the zipper; then, grasping the collar, she gently pulled down Fengping's long dress. Underneath her dress, Fengping was still completely naked, just like before, and she was wearing nipple rings; however, they weren't the dumbbell-like horizontal ones from before, but the same circular rings as my mother's. Perhaps because her nipples were much smaller than my mother's, the diameter of the nipple rings was noticeably thinner.

I immediately looked down 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 rope sticking out between her legs. I immediately knew that she must still have an anal plug inserted! It seemed that not wearing underwear and using an anal plug 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, raised her buttocks, 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 up the ping-pong paddle-like paddle in her hand, gritting her teeth and using all her strength to slap 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 bruised! My buttocks are just for others to play with anyway, might as well beat them to a pulp!" Frankly, at that moment I wondered if I had misheard. Although, ever since I peeked into my mother's private parts, I knew she wasn't some virtuous woman, I never imagined she could be such a lewd woman.

Because, even when I saw her being sandwiched between two men, one in front and one behind, she still managed to maintain the last shred of dignity a woman should have. In addition, 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 my mother would say such despicable things.

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, repeatedly thrusting it in and out of my mother's vagina, all the while saying, "Sister, stop lying to me; hehe, so where's your son? Didn't you say last time that he's your own flesh and blood, unlike those other stinking bastards? Mmm...mmm, just thinking about it makes me so excited! Imagine how comfortable it would be if your son were licking your asshole right now."

After saying that, she actually stuck out her tongue, put her face down on my mother's buttocks, and started licking, really licking my mother's anus!

(iv)

I saw Fengping kneeling on the ground, burying her head between my mother's two large buttocks, licking them incessantly as if she were licking ice cream, and shamelessly 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 position of the board had slowly moved from my mother's buttocks to her back.

In an instant, my mother's back was as red as her buttocks, and her hands, which were originally supporting her body on the bed, trembled more and more violently. Finally, I saw her slowly stretch her arms forward, then her upper body gently slumped onto the bed; she tilted her head back as high as possible, wildly waving her hair left and right, making sounds like "ouch, ouch" that seemed to be speaking, or perhaps tears of joy.

The more I watched, the more excited I became, imagining how awesome it would be to play like that with my mother! 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 about 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 firmly gripping the drainpipe on the wall, so no accident happened. However, I was still terrified and broke out 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 aimed at my mother's mouth, straddling her face.

At some point, Fengping was wearing a pair of black leather open-crotch panties, and there was a very realistic dildo attached to them! I saw her leaning slightly forward, one hand supporting her on the bed, the other hand pressing against 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, her red tongue sticking out, sometimes licking, sometimes kissing, giving Fengping oral sex.

Fengping looked extremely comfortable, and she kept swaying her waist and buttocks back and forth, rubbing her vaginal opening between my mother's nose and tongue. In the reflection of the bedside lamp, it was clear that Fengping's vaginal opening was extremely wet, and some secretions even gathered into several shiny, transparent streams of water, slowly dripping down and turning into silvery threads that stuck 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 on her side next to my mother, pressing most of her body against her. She brought her mouth close to my mother's lips, stuck out her tongue, and licked away the remaining secretions stuck to the corners of my mother's mouth. Then, she said to my mother with ill intent, "Open your legs wider!"

My mother kept her eyes closed, her expression seemingly very blissful. She immediately did as Fengping instructed, opening her legs wider to the sides. At this moment, I realized that the anal plug that Fengping had inserted into her earlier was still inside her vagina. Fengping waited until my mother had fully spread her legs before sitting up. She glanced at my mother's vulva, then gripped the rope of the anal plug tightly. 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 pulled out, my mother's labia were wide open, revealing her vagina as a gaping hole. Whether it was from pain or the sudden emptiness of her vagina, my mother's upper body jerked off the bed the moment the anal plug left her body. She let out a strange "Ah!" before falling heavily back onto the bed.

It seemed that my mother's strange, ambiguous scream was exactly the effect Fengping desired. 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 to see if my mother heard her, she lay down on her side.

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

Then, I saw Fengping take the anal plug she was still holding, place it between her legs, aim it at her anus, and forcefully shove it back into her body! Then, she gripped the dildo protruding from her open-crotch panties with one hand and held my mother's shoulder with the other, asking her in a mischievous tone, "Hurry up and choose, front or back?" My

mother, whether shy or genuinely considering, didn't answer. Fengping seemed impatient, and 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, only... Seeing that she was still pressing me, she said, "What? I didn't hear you clearly."

She slapped my mother's buttocks and pressed her for the same question, repeating this 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 in her hand, and rub the glans back and forth against my mother's vaginal opening for a while, waiting for the secretions in my mother's vagina to wet the glans; then, she aimed the glans at my mother's anus, used her waist to push forward hard, and thrust the entire dildo straight into my mother's anus!

I consider myself quite precocious, and having never had any relatives to discipline me; therefore, I already had the experience of secretly buying and reading pornographic magazines. Previously, I disliked looking at pictures of two women playing together in books, always feeling they weren't exciting enough. But after witnessing my mother and Fengping's fake phoenix sex scene firsthand, I realized that two women could be so wildly passionate in bed. Especially when Fengping was using a dildo on my mother, her screams of pain and ecstasy were incredibly exciting!

I really wanted to put my hand inside my pants and soothe my already painfully erect penis; unfortunately, being on the third floor outside, I dared not risk being thrown off the street by masturbating while standing on the exterior wall. So, he had no choice but to press his hard penis against the wall through his pants, which was better than nothing in relieving the throbbing pain.

Pressing my penis against the wall like that didn't really help with the swelling and pain. I felt my lower body getting hotter and hotter, and the swelling and pain became more and more 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. When I suddenly heard my mother call my name, I thought I had been caught peeping, and I was 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 realized it was just a false alarm; because Fengping's voice came again, "Oh... Mom... come on, stick your ass up higher! Xiaoqiang wants to fuck Mom's asshole with his cock, ah... what do you say?" Then, I could only hear the two of them moaning and breathing heavily.

It took me a while to calm down, and I felt both strange and excited that they would call my name; so, I continued to peek and saw that the two of them were still in the same position as before, lying on their sides on the bed, one in front of the other; however, the previous intense thrusting had stopped, and the two of them were resting without moving.

I stayed with them for a while without moving, until I saw Fengping gently pat my mother's buttocks. Then, I saw Fengping slowly pull her waist back, while my mother, seemingly in perfect unison, moved her buttocks forward. With a soft "plop," Fengping pulled the dildo out of my mother's anus!

Then, they turned around one after the other, lying side by side on the bed. They were still panting, but their breathing was noticeably 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 panties containing the dildo, and casually toss them on the bedside table. Then, she pulled out the anal plug that was inserted into her anus and put it into her handbag.

After that, she took out a very strange cigarette. It looked like 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, slightly raised her head, 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 seeing her exhale the smoke after a long while, she said, "Big sister, that old geezer told me today that your bald 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 probably got his eye on 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 drag, and said, "I don't want to be with Lao Zhang! I'm not that stupid."

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

Her mother smiled along 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 geezer really isn't very generous; but, oh well, I haven't found anyone else yet, so I'll just be with him for now. Hehe, the day I meet someone I love, I'll kick that old geezer to the curb!"

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

Fengping's eyes... Chu rolled around a few times, then asked my mother with a half-smile, "Ha, so I don't know if Xiaoqiang counts as a man?"

My mother spat and said, "He's my son, and he's young, so what's the difference?"

Fengping imitated my mother, spitting three times in a row before saying, "What's the difference? Hehe, it's just a matter of whether his penis is big or small! 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, noticing my mother hesitate for a moment before softening 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 pressed on, "Come on, sister, tell me more clearly! Don't keep me in suspense." "When did you see it?"

My mother looked 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 tidied up, 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 last minute, so I told him to go take a shower. Before I went back to my room, to make sure he was showering, I... I peeked!"

Feng Ping looked enlightened and said, "Oh! No wonder, lately whenever I mention it..." When Xiaoqiang was mentioned, my older sister became especially excited, and her juices flowed even more! "Hehe, older sister, so you've seen your son's...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, looking somewhat bewildered. She sighed softly and continued, "He's so young, even if I were with him...with him, he wouldn't know how to do it."

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 be 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, apart from Xiaoqiang and you, I won't trust anyone else!"

I continued to peek for about half an hour, only to see the two of them chatting endlessly about everything under the sun, seemingly without any sign of fatigue. 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 inevitable task! Unfortunately, aside from significant improvement in my wall-climbing skills, I gained very little else; and I gradually found myself losing interest in the monotonous scenes of my mother changing clothes or showering! Day and night, my mind was filled with images of my mother having sex with other men.

Needless to say, my grades at school plummeted, thanks to the ever-present erection in my pants. Luckily, my grades were already poor, so even if they got worse, my report card wouldn't be too bad.

Two or three months passed in the blink of an eye. During that time, Fatty Feng called my mother a few times; 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 show. 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 and hotter, 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 being stuck outside the wall exposed to the hot air, noise, and mosquitoes at the same time was really unbearable. The only thing that brought me some comfort was that summer vacation was coming soon, and I hoped there would be more opportunities to peek into my mother's private life during the day. But who knew that on the very day before my summer vacation started, something unexpected would happen!

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 school and bought two imported Japanese adult magazines, hiding them in my backpack before rushing home. But as soon as I entered the house, I had a feeling something was wrong!

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

I was very puzzled 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... your Aunt Ping... she... something happened!" Then, without waiting for me to ask what happened, she hurriedly let go of me and urged me, "Quick, pack some clothes, we have to leave right away!"

I was full of questions, but under my mother's constant urging, I had no choice but to hold back and hurriedly packed a few clothes as she told me to, and we left 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 to be very familiar with the local environment and led me across the station without hesitation to a five-star hotel. As soon as we entered the hotel, a staff member came over and took our luggage. Then, my mother took my hand and walked to the front desk, asking the clerk, "Do you have any double rooms?"

The clerk pressed a button 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 café, and then please bring the key to me there."

Then, my mother led me through the hotel lobby to the café and we sat down. To the soft strains of piano music, a waitress in a cheongsam placed a delicate dish of peanuts on our table. Then, she brought us the menu and asked what we would like to order. For me, a country bumpkin at the time, this was truly like a country bumpkin visiting the Grand View Garden. Many questions I had intended to ask my mother were instantly forgotten.

My mother casually ordered two drinks and two sandwiches, making do with what seemed like a makeshift dinner. Just as we finished eating, a waiter brought the room key. My mother generously gave him a twenty-yuan 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.

Upon entering the room, a waiter brought over a large bottle of hot water, and my mother gave her a twenty-yuan tip as usual.

I noticed that our luggage was already neatly placed on the low cabinet next to the television. At the time, because I had never stayed in a hotel before, I didn't know that hotels provided towels for guests. After sitting in the car all day, my face felt greasy, so I opened my luggage, took out my towel, and thought of going 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 wealthy 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 PLA 203 Hospital in stable condition. The suspect is 22-year-old Chen Fengping from Guangxi, who jumped to her death after committing the crime! The motive for the murders is still under investigation by the relevant public security departments."

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

I quickly turned to look at my mother and saw her lying on the bed, her back heaving as she sobbed. I went over to her, wanting to comfort her, but I didn't know what to say. So I gently patted her 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 the tears from her face. But then she suddenly hugged me tightly, buried her head in my chest, and burst into loud sobs again! For a moment, I felt helpless and could only imitate what my grandmother did 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 tactic worked immediately, and Mom gradually stopped crying. However, perhaps due to her turbulent 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 was genuinely 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.

Mom pulled back the sheets, took off only her high heels, and didn't even take off her stockings before getting into bed.

I took off my sneakers, but the smell on my feet was unbearable, so I apologized to my mother and said, "I'll go wash my feet first." Then I ran to the bathroom to wash them.

I quickly washed my feet with soap, didn't dry them much, and went back to my room. I turned off the light, climbed into bed in the dark, and lay down next to my mother. After I was settled, my mother 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 my mother's back and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. In the pitch-black room, on the soft bed, in the tranquil 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 distant from my mother; I had never even dreamed of her. However, I immediately thought of her relationships with those men, feeling that she was hiding so many secrets from me, and I couldn't help but feel 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 children in the countryside. I don't know how to explain it, but I had this feeling towards 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 heart was filled with strangely contradictory thoughts, and I could faintly smell the fragrance of my mother's hair in my nostrils, and hear her rhythmic breathing. Gradually, I felt my eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept, I only remember that when I woke up, it was still pitch black all around me. In the darkness, I was still holding my mother, and she seemed to be sleeping soundly. 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 around 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 truly had no ulterior motives, it was purely unintentional that I placed my hand on her chest. Therefore, I naturally and immediately removed my hand; but as soon as my hand moved, my mother's body happened to turn 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 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, and a strangely comfortable sensation washed over me! It was then that I suddenly realized my dream had come true—I had actually touched 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 an unusual excitement!

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, but my mother didn't move or react, so I massaged her breasts a few more times. Perhaps I used a little more force this time, because my mother let out a soft "hmm" and suddenly woke up!

I was so startled I almost peed myself, thinking she had discovered me 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 anxiety grew until I felt her get out of bed and grope her way towards the bathroom, at which point I felt a little relieved. Sure enough, I soon heard the bathroom door close and saw light coming through the crack, and then I breathed a sigh of relief.

After the initial panic subsided, a feeling of disappointment immediately arose within me, and I desperately wanted my mother to return to my side. But after waiting for about ten minutes with no sign of her, I couldn't resist getting out of bed to check why she hadn't come out yet. Suddenly, a blinding light shone directly onto my face from the direction of the bathroom! I quickly squinted my eyes, pretending to still be asleep, and tilted 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 of the bathroom. After she came out, I realized that my mother was only wrapped in a bath towel, holding the clothes she had been wearing.

She tiptoed to the foot of the bed, gently put the clothes down, then turned her back to me, opened the travel bag on the low cabinet next to the television, took out a light blue bathrobe, turned back, looked at me again, and then unwrapped the bath towel! In the bathroom light, I could clearly see that under the bath towel, my mother was only wearing a light blue pair of underwear with a subtle floral pattern; otherwise, she was completely naked!

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

took my mother about three or four minutes to tidy her clothes, and I secretly watched with great interest! Then I saw her pick up the tidy clothes and turn to put them back in her travel bag; but when 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 of my backpack wouldn't close, everything inside spilled out onto the floor in an instant.

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 my mother's expression change, and I suddenly realized that there were two adult magazines in my schoolbag 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 the bed pretending to be asleep, I watched helplessly as Mom took the two adult magazines I had hidden in my schoolbag. I thought to myself, "Oh no! Caught red-handed, I'm doomed!" Although I was terrified, I couldn't come up with an excuse, and I didn't have the courage to run away. So I had no choice but to continue pretending to be asleep and wait for my mother's scolding.

I watched as my mother 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 my mother hadn't come over to scold me yet. But then I remembered she was still shirtless; she would definitely wait until she was dressed before starting to discipline me! Sure enough, I immediately saw her take a bra from her travel bag, put it on along with the robe at the foot of the bed, and then walk towards me.

Seeing that I was already facing certain death, I felt less afraid than before. I silently told 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!

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 before suddenly walking back to the foot of the bed and taking off her robe and bra 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, gently pressed it, and turned it half a turn clockwise to remove it. She placed the removed nipple ring on the television and began to undo the one on her right nipple, but stopped abruptly 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 initially 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 my mother was up to. I was only thinking that I could delay the scolding by as much as possible, and it would be even better if she changed clothes and kept taking them off. Unfortunately, my mother eventually put on her bathrobe and 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 apologize and beg for her forgiveness; but to my surprise, my mother didn't wake me up or scold me. Instead, she carefully climbed into bed as if afraid of waking me and quietly fell asleep next to me!

Since my mother was sleeping right next to me and the bathroom light was still on, I didn't dare to risk squinting and peeking. I had no choice but to obediently close my eyes and continue pretending to sleep. I lay there motionless, my heart pounding, and I could vaguely hear my mother sighing 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 bag under the TV, took off her high heels, and then, sitting at the foot of the bed massaging her calves, said to me, "Did I wake you up?" Seeing that I shook my head to indicate no, she continued, "Go wash your face, I ordered some food."

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

Just as I started washing up, I heard someone knocking on the door and my mother answering. When I came out, I saw a trolley in the room with two Italian soups, two shrimp salads, a French-style roasted lamb chop, a foie gras with grilled king prawns, and 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 shells and put 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 my question, my mother looked completely lost. 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 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 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 magazine, and although I was puzzled as to why she hadn't punished me yet, 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 perfectly fine until suddenly her expression changed drastically, and she yawned five or six times. Then, as if she were very cold, she started shivering slightly!

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

About ten minutes later, still not seeing her come out, I started to worry and went to the bathroom door. I heard the sound of running water inside, but I couldn't hear my mother's voice. So, I knocked on the door and asked if she was feeling any better. After a while, I still didn't hear a response from her! I started to get anxious and knocked on the door a few more times. Just as I was about to ask her loudly if she was alright, the bathroom door opened from the inside. I immediately saw my mother, just like last night, wearing only a bath towel, standing before me.

My mother looked like she had just taken a shower, and her spirits were noticeably better than before; however, her eyes seemed a little hazy, and her cheeks were flushed, as if she were slightly drunk, or perhaps weak all over. 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!"

After saying that, without waiting for me to get a change of clothes, she actually reached out and unbuttoned the top of my shirt!

To be honest, even though she is my mother, I have never taken off my clothes in front of her in all these years, and I feel that I am no longer a child! Suddenly seeing her start to take off my clothes, I naturally took a step back to avoid her. Little did I know that my mother's hand was gripping my clothes, and the bathroom floor was slippery. My strength pulled her forward, and she stumbled two or three steps.

Normally, this wouldn't have been a big deal; however, because of this, the towel she was wearing came loose and fell to the floor! In an instant, she was standing naked right in front of me. Although I had secretly peeked at my mother's naked body many times, seeing her completely naked at such close range was still incredibly shocking!

Her breasts trembled slightly with her breath, two glittering gold nipple rings dangling from her two large, dark nipples, reflecting each other's light; her pubic area was completely bare, smooth and incredibly beautiful. Lost in my own world, I was completely absorbed in admiring my mother's naked body, unaware of how much time had passed, until I saw her pick up a towel and wrap herself in it again.

I stole a glance at my mother's face, and saw that she was also staring at me; for a long while, we stared at each other, each seemingly trying to decipher the other's thoughts, the atmosphere growing increasingly awkward. I finally saw my mother come out of the bathroom, and she said to me, "Aren't you going to take a shower?" So I took the opportunity to say yes and slipped into the bathroom.

I washed myself haphazardly for a while, feeling completely disoriented. When I was drying myself, I realized I had forgotten to bring a change of clothes. So, I had no choice but to do what my mother did, wrapping my lower body in a towel and going back to my room.

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

I took the underwear, unsure whether to untie my towel and put it on in front of my mother or go to the bathroom to change. While I was hesitating, I was shocked to discover that the silk nightgown my mother was wearing was almost transparent! I hadn't noticed it when her back was to me, but now that we were face to face, I could clearly see that under her nightgown, apart from 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, 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 any awkwardness 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 earrings; 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 if I went to the bathroom to change, it would be a bit unmanly. So, without hesitation, I untied the towel in front of her, brazenly revealing my newly developed penis; and then, I put on my underwear.

After I finished putting on my underwear, my mother suddenly hugged me tightly. Her voice, sounding quite mournful, whispered in my ear, "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!"

My mother initially shook her head, seemingly wanting to deny that she was hiding something 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 I don't love you or trust you. It's just that you were too young then, and I was afraid you wouldn't understand. Now that you're grown up, I swear from this day forward, Mom will always..." "I'll never hide anything from you again!" She then changed her expression, smiled sweetly, and continued, "However, we have to be fair, 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 my mother's cheek, saying, "It's a deal!"

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 did as my mother instructed and hugged her tightly. Suddenly, I felt a fragrant, warm 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 her tongue slip through my lips and into my mouth, licking and tracing its way across my tongue!

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

My mother seemed to be holding me too tightly. She gently struggled and pushed me away a little, whispering, "Let's go to bed!" Then, she took my hand and climbed into bed with me, 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 it a thousand times over! I just didn't dare to say it out loud. Since my mother asked me first, I didn't even want to waste time saying "okay." I immediately turned my head towards my mother, took the initiative to press my lips to hers, and thrust my tongue straight into her mouth. Then we started a passionate kiss!

I remember that the room was dark and quiet at the time. We couldn't see each other's expressions. I could only feel my mother's nose gently rubbing back and forth on my nose from time to time, and a wisp of fragrant, warm breath was blowing directly onto the corner of my mouth! All I could hear was my mother's heavy breathing and, of course, the sounds we made when we sucked on each other's tongues. The feeling was so wonderful that words could not describe it.

The more I kissed her, the more excited I became, and my penis grew harder and harder. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, I felt my mother slowly move her thigh, which was originally pressing against my feet, upwards until it was on top of my erect penis. Then, she raised her thigh slightly and gently pressed it against the tip of my glans, rubbing my penis back and forth

with her thigh! The comfortable feeling made my whole body tremble, and I naturally reached out to touch my mother's breasts! I felt that as soon as I touched my mother's breasts, she seemed unwilling and pulled back slightly, while stopping her kissing me! I immediately blamed 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 continuing. Then, I felt the bed shake for a moment; then, I heard my mother say softly, "What happened tonight, you...you must not tell anyone!"

I didn't understand what my mother meant at the time and was about to ask her when my mother was already on top of me, pressing her lips to mine again and continuing to kiss me passionately; I felt two small metal objects pressing lightly against my chest, and then I realized what was happening and immediately hugged my mother with both hands. Sure enough, my hand landed on my mother's smooth, slippery skin; then, it began to caress her bare back!

At that moment, I felt both excited and afraid, as if I were dreaming. On one hand, I had a vague feeling that this was wrong, but on the other hand, I really wanted to touch my mother's breasts! Just as I hesitated, struggling internally, my mother seemed to 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! I naturally rubbed her nipples a few times, feeling a slight itch as my palms were tickled by my mother's nipples and nipple rings, one ring after another. A strange impulse made me pinch her nipples tightly with 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 my mother let out a soft "ah" sound from deep in her throat. I thought I had hurt her, so I immediately stopped pinching her nipples and wanted to apologize to her. But instead, she stopped kissing me and pressed her lips to my ear, whispering in a daze, "Mmm...mmm! Harder...both sides!"

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

At first, I was worried that I would hurt my mother, but to my surprise, she seemed completely unaffected, instead emitting intoxicating moans! So I became increasingly audacious, deliberately pulling her nipples down forcefully from time to time, occasionally flicking her nipple rings with my fingers, and twisting her nipples with increasing force.

After playing with her nipples for several minutes, just as I was about to try sucking on them, my mother suddenly gently pushed my hands away 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!" and immediately felt my mother begin to pull down my underwear!

I don't know if it was because my mother's movements were really slow, or because I was too nervous, but I only remember that it took a very long time for her to take off my underwear. My throbbing, hot penis, without the underwear as a barrier, felt incredibly comfortable under the cool air conditioning in the room! 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 whisper, "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 too suddenly, and I naturally dodged to the right. Immediately afterwards, I heard my mother near my thigh, asking with concern, "Did you hurt yourself?"

At the time, I had no experience and had no idea what was happening. It was only then that I suddenly realized that my mother was giving me oral sex! I've seen many articles in magazines about women using their mouths to suck men's penises, but I can only guess at how comfortable it feels. In an instant, I felt immense regret, regretting that I shouldn't have 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 speaking, I felt my penis near my pubic hair being pinched by someone's fingers. Then, I felt a wet, warm, indescribably comfortable sensation on the glans!

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

As I heard the "thump, thump" sounds, I felt my entire penis being completely taken into my mother's mouth. She slowly pulled my penis 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 for three or four minutes, swallowing and spitting out drops. I was enjoying it immensely when suddenly, I felt her mouth leave my penis. I immediately felt a sense of loss and didn't know how to ask her to continue. Then, I felt a tingling, itchy 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 "vaginal stimulation" and "testicle licking."

I only felt my mother's tongue licking my scrotum in circles, which felt a little itchy, but honestly, it didn't feel as good as the "vaginal stimulation."

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 tip travel down from the bottom of my scrotum until it licked 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 she licked with the tip of her tongue, and sometimes she inserted her tongue into my anus; it felt strangely comfortable. The intense stimulation of having my own mother lick the dirtiest part of my body made me even more excited!

I was enjoying my mother licking my anus, and I don't know how much time had passed; suddenly, I heard my mother between my legs say, "Don't move, try to relax!" Based on my previous experience, I thought, "This time, even if you really bite me, I won't move no matter what you say!" But what I didn't know was that although my mother didn't bite me this time, the shock she gave me 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's even more deadly is that her finger, I don't know how she made it so wet and slippery, it's like it's been smeared with soap, and it easily pulled the tip all the way in and out of my anus!

Instantly, my anus felt both hot and uncomfortable. I struggled to sit up, trying to stop my mother from continuing to fondle my anus. But it seemed she had anticipated my attempt; she acted first, pressing 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 mother's mouth on my penis and the discomfort from her fingers in my anus intertwined endlessly!

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

But strangely enough, after my mother's fingers had been inserted into my anus for a while, I was horrified to find that my anus wasn't as painful as it had been at the beginning. Instead, I gradually felt 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. Eventually, the sensation became even stronger than that from my penis!

I couldn't help but let out a loud "Ah!" in pleasure, while at the same time, I vaguely 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. My mother, perhaps breathless from my pressure, grabbed my left hand and pulled it between her legs. Then, she pushed my palm against her vulva, spat out my penis, and gasped, "Mmm... mmm, touch me!"

In the darkness, I felt something unusually wet and slippery on my left hand. I knew it was my mother's vaginal opening, the very entrance to this world fifteen years ago!

I ran my fingers around my mother's vaginal opening a few times, finding it all wet. There were thick lumps of flesh on each side, soft and slippery to the touch, which felt quite fun. A little above the two fleshy lumps was their meeting point. I pressed it with my thumb and discovered a small, round, slightly hardened fleshy bead hidden in the center of this meeting point. Every time I rubbed this bead-sized fleshy ball hard with my finger, my mother 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 wet, warm, and soft sensation traveled back from my fingers. The feeling was so wonderful that I couldn't help but keep pushing, hoping to push my fingers in even deeper. My mother let out a soft "Oh" as I inserted my fingers

into her vagina. "Don't just stick them in, move them!" I misunderstood and thought she wanted me to move my fingers as if they were bent and straight. So, I frantically dug 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. That's when I finally understood how to use my fingers to play with my "hometown"!

As the saying goes, once you understand one thing, you understand everything. Now that I've learned how to insert my fingers into my vagina, I immediately thought about why my mother's fingers were so wet when she inserted them into my anus! 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 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, imitating what she had done to me before, I retaliated against my mother with a "straight to the heart" move!

I don't know if it was because I was not skilled enough, or because my mother was very skilled, 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 fuck 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 randomly, 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 filthy 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. She breathed slightly and said to me, "Take your fingers out and put them back in a little."

At that moment, I was having a great time, 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 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 some wetness at the tip of my glans, and suddenly I 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 I were floating on clouds!

I don't remember how much time passed, only that my mind was completely blank. The constant creaking of the spring mattress filled my ears, and my consciousness and thoughts became hazy. The only thought that crossed 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 sent a surge of intense pleasure through me. I felt my penis growing harder and harder, my mother's vagina gripping it tightly, and the glans becoming increasingly tingly and painfully sensitive!

Suddenly, my muscles convulsed uncontrollably, and several streams of heat gushed from my penis, shooting directly into my mother's vagina, thus ending my virginity!

Shortly after ejaculating, I felt my mother stand up, letting my penis leave her vagina; then, she slowly lay down beside me. I suddenly had a strange 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 to turn it on!

As soon as the bedside lamp came on, I immediately saw my mother completely naked, her legs slightly parted, lying flat beside me. She glanced at me, and whether it was the bright light or something else, 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 turned off the light as she asked. But for some reason, I suddenly felt a surge of masculinity, filled 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!

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

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

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

The more I watched, the more interesting it became. Suddenly, I saw some off-white, paste-like liquid slowly seeping out of my mother'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 stretched out my right index and middle fingers, caught the semen on my mother's anus with my fingers, and smeared it back into my mother's vagina.

To my surprise, even more semen flowed out of her vagina. I suddenly recalled the scene of poking my mother's vagina with my fingers in the dark earlier. Overcome by a sudden surge of childlike impulse, I immediately raised three fingers and rubbed them back and forth at the entrance of my mother's vagina a few times, getting them covered in a mixture of semen and vaginal secretions. Then, I aimed at the entrance of my mother's vagina, measured it, and pushed my arm forward forcefully, inserting all three fingers completely into my mother's vagina. Then I began to play with my mother's vagina in and out in a filthy way!

I saw my mother lying on the bed, her hands covering her face, her legs spread wide apart. Her breasts, especially her large nipples, were rhythmically trembling as I masturbated her vagina, and her breathing was gradually quickening. 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 video in a foreign adult magazine of a woman having 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 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 afterward, I heard my mother scream "Ouch!" I turned to look at her and saw that she had already let go of her hands and was no longer covering her face. She was staring at me with a very strange expression, as if she was both surprised and delighted, yet at the same time, there was an expression that was

hard to tell whether it was ecstasy or pain! Her pupils seemed to be constantly shooting out strange lights, and her lips were trembling slightly, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. She looked at me for a while before closing her eyes and starting 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 my mother's vagina repeatedly! As my pile-driving motions increased in speed, I heard a series of "squeak, squeak" sounds, and at the same time, I heard my mother's breathing become 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 that my mother's muscles were all tense, her face was intoxicated, her head was slowly tilted back, her elbows were propped on the bed, and her trembling upper body was slowly lifted up. The palms of her hands were close to her own breasts. At the same time, I put the index fingers of both hands through her nipple rings, pushed the nipple rings forward very hard, and stretched her two huge nipples until they were completely deformed!

Then I felt a huge suction force in my mother's vagina, sucking my hand tightly; so I had to poke her vagina harder. But this way, I originally only inserted it just past the wrist depth, but now I push it in half as deep as my forearm with every stroke! Since it was my first time doing this with a woman's vagina, seeing my hand going deeper and deeper into my mother's body, I couldn't help but feel both excited and scared. Seeing the unreadable expression on my mother's face, I naturally lightened the pressure in my hands.

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 in my hands, mercilessly masturbating her vagina! The frantic hammering continued for several minutes, then Mom suddenly let out a long "Ah!" 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 Fengping poking my mother's anus; she had the same expression at the end! 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 my mother, I suddenly felt a burning sensation on my cheek, as if I had been sprayed with some liquid! I instinctively moved my whole body backward, and as a result, my hand, which was inserted into my mother's vagina, slipped out with a "pop" as I retreated! I looked at my mother with a start, and was immediately horrified to see several streams of liquid, I couldn't tell if it was urine or something else, shooting out like water jets from the top of her vagina and splashing onto the sheets! It was the same liquid that had sprayed onto my cheeks earlier.

The more I looked, the more astonished I became, wondering how much of this liquid my mother had sprayed. I carefully counted, and saw that my mother sprayed about ten times in a row, and then stopped. Afterwards, Mom looked completely exhausted. Her eyes were tightly closed, her brows were furrowed, and her hair was a mess. Apart from faint breathing, she didn't move at all, 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 name twice. Mom seemed extremely tired and only made a soft "hmm" sound through her nostrils as if to respond to me, then she remained motionless, seemingly asleep.

Seeing Mom asleep, I also felt a little sleepy, so I lay down next to her, placing my left hand and thigh on her. I felt my mother's naked body was soft, and it felt so comfortable to press against it. My mind kept replaying everything that had just happened, feeling like it was a dream. I felt both happy and worried, sometimes joyful, sometimes feeling like I had done something wrong. As I thought about it, I fell asleep without realizing it.

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

I got out of bed and looked at the digital clock on the bedside table, only to realize that it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon. I thought Mom must have gone out to buy something again, and I was about to go back to bed when I heard her come in from outside.

For some reason, I suddenly felt a strong urge to hug her; so, disregarding my nakedness, I jumped out of bed and went to the door. There she was, carrying several bags and packages, busy closing the door. I immediately went to her, wanting to help her with her things and give her a hug.

To my surprise, when my mother saw me approaching naked, her attitude completely changed from the affectionate one 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 my mother's icy rebuke. Shocked and utterly disappointed, I almost burst into tears. I suppressed my resentment, opened my travel bag, grabbed a few clothes, and slipped into the bathroom without looking back! I was utterly baffled by my mother's inconsistent attitude, feeling both angry and bewildered.

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

I sat on the toilet for almost twenty minutes. I had originally wanted to argue with my mother and sit there for another hour or two, but the huge bathroom was just too boring, and coupled with 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 could vaguely hear my mother talking on the phone. When I came out of the bathroom and returned to my room, I saw my mother sitting on the windowsill, holding a mobile phone, looking down at the outside world, 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 the phone call, completely ignoring my feelings, I waited until she hung up. Then, I grabbed my purse and deliberately said loudly, feigning indignation, "I'm going out to eat!"

My mother's response was strange; she neither said "okay" nor "no," but rather 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've been in Shenzhen for two days straight, cooped up in my room, and practically going crazy. The more I thought about it

, the angrier I got. 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?" My mother, horrified, immediately pressed me for details, asking, "How...how did you know? How much do you know? Did you run into any of their people?"

I don't know why, but after what happened last night, it seems like all the respect I used to have for my mother has suddenly disappeared! I feel like she shouldn't treat me like a child anymore, hiding everything from me. At the time, I was very dissatisfied with her, thinking to myself, since I've already said it, I might as well go all out and fight her to the end!

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! I felt I hadn't done anything wrong, so even though I got slapped, I felt even more justified. So, without giving in, 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 this? You 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 little bit of 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 there's no 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, "When...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 her 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 be that everything is preordained?" Then, she sighed heavily, stared at the ceiling, and slowly said, "Back then, I was sorry to your father. He left me in anger. 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 done to wrong my father, but I was afraid of interrupting her, so I suppressed my curiosity and continued to listen 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, exclaiming, "Oh dear!" and said, "You're dating Aunt Ping? That...that's what they call lesbians in books!"

My mother blushed slightly and whispered, "Yes! Your Aunt Ping and I are lesbians."

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

My mother looked around for a moment, her face flushing again, and whispered, "No, I...I like 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, thinking I was being clever, "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 meet someone. Tonight..." "

At this point, 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. 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, and 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."

Mom ignored what I said and continued, "At first, things were generally alright, especially financially. But after your grandmother passed away, I took 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 involved me, so I immediately asked, "What does this have to do with me?"

Mom sighed softly and said, "It's entirely because I'm afraid... I'm afraid you'll find out... afraid you'll find out that your mother is 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 me often..." "Of course I'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 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..." I was so overwhelmed I 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 discovered that 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 Aunt Ping about it. After hearing this, she started secretly observing and eventually 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. "

I probably… " Finding it too unbelievable, I naturally showed a disbelieving expression on my face, and my mother, of course, noticed it too. So, with a flushed face, she whispered, "Last night, I had a drug craving and went to the bathroom to get an injection, and that's why I couldn't help... 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 explain the whole thing to you tonight; and then, I would... go to bed with you." After saying that, 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 drug and told me to hide it. The day before yesterday morning, she suddenly called and said she was going to confront them immediately. She also 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 heartbroken 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 just as I finished getting dressed, your Aunt Ping suddenly called again. She said that Zhang Anshi and Feng Yunshan had gotten into a fight in her living room! Before I could even ask her 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 line wasn't disconnected, I answered a couple more times, and then I heard Zhang Anshi angrily say in the distance, 'You bitch, you dare to fight back!' Then... then, I heard your Aunt Ping's 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, saying, "Here, wipe your face and rest for a bit."

My mother took the towel from my hand, wiped away the tears on 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 arrived, there were already many police officers downstairs, as well as an ambulance and a large crowd; the scene was quite chaotic. I pushed my way forward and then I saw... I saw Fengping lying on the road, covered in blood!"

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

My mother 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 turmoil. I was just about to find 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 body, and Zhang Anshi followed..." He nodded loudly and said, "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 wounded me, she laughed maniacally and jumped off the balcony." Hearing Zhang Anshi say this, I knew he was lying. He actually killed Feng Yunshan and Feng Ping!

When I heard my mother 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 heard 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 step forward to testify that he committed murder!" So we decided to go home first and think of a solution later.”

Mom paused here, 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 my fault for being a coward. I’m sorry to Fengping, and even more sorry to you!”

I was quite puzzled, not understanding what Mom had done to wrong me, so I asked… She said, "Are you sorry to me?"

Her mother didn't immediately explain, 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 Feng Ping before and had been secretly doing things for 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. He also said Zhang Anshi wanted us..." "It's fate!"

I couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah!" "That phone call, Aunt Ping didn't hang up before she died! You know he killed her, and he also knows you know he killed her. So you're 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, that Zhang guy is now bolder in dealing with you!"

My mother looked helpless. My mother said, "I only realized my mistake afterward, but what good was it! I was so anxious at the time, but luckily I had packed my bags early, and you happened to be back then; 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. According to what you said, that Zhang guy is so powerful, he'll find us soon!"

My mother sighed heavily and said, "Because I realized that later too, I made another mistake. On the train, I called that officer surnamed Qu whom I used to be close to. I heard that his career has been going very well these past two years, and he's currently an assistant in a certain 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 that if a high-ranking active-duty central military officer was backing me, let alone someone like Zhang Anshi who had retired... Even if a local official is currently in office, there's no need to fear him; therefore, not understanding why his mother said they had the wrong person, he couldn't help but ask her curiously, "How is it? Does that man surnamed Qu not remember past favors?"

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 think of a way for 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 sent people to investigate, and Zhang Anshi had indeed sent many people to look for us. He also said that with his current power, he could only protect us for a while, not for a lifetime! Unless his..." Only with the intervention of his superior could Zhang Anshi be dealt with. 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; 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..."

I saw my mother pause again, not continuing. I thought the officer surnamed Qu wouldn't help us; so I became a little 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 that my mother was hesitating and wouldn't 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 couldn't believe it. I jumped up in shock and said, "What? We'll stay with him?"

Mom looked extremely embarrassed and said, "Yes! He said he's tried everything in his life, but he's never..." I've tried... but never with a mother and son. If I agree to his demands, he guarantees he'll take care of Zhang Anshi within a month, making him disappear from the face of the earth! He'll also give us a share of the profits 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? That Zhang guy is rich and powerful, not easy to deal with. What if he can't handle him?” "Oh no, haven't we suffered a huge loss!"

Mom said. "I had 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 see me again and took me to a prison under the State Security Bureau in the suburbs. I saw that Zhang Anshi had already been arrested by them!"

I really couldn't believe their power was so great. It was a terrifying situation, but there were still some things I didn't understand, 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 Hong Jun sent to monitor you would misunderstand if they saw you go out."

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

My mother hesitated for a moment before blushing and saying, "Because tonight we...we're going to sleep with him together! That Central Military Commission official surnamed 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?"

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

I was very dissatisfied with my mother'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 towards the door. She suddenly turned back, giving me a seemingly apologetic look before opening the door.

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

[To be continued]

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

Initially, their marriage was happy, but problems arose later. When I was about three or four years old, for reasons unknown, 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, we never heard from him again.

As for my mother's interracial relationship, 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 far and wide. Finally, she even lost her factory job. 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 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 king-size bed with its gold-plated frame. A mirror, even larger than the bed itself, hung from the ceiling above it. At the foot of the bed, a high-end audio-visual system was displayed on a cabinet, along with 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. However, 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 that my mother didn't need to work. During the day, she almost never leaves the house, except for the occasional shopping trip. She spends most of her evenings at home, except for Wednesday nights when she always goes out and doesn't return until 3 or 4 AM, sometimes even not returning until almost noon the next day. After

living together for nearly 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 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 she was always very careful. She would always go back to her bedroom first, lock the door, and then talk 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 rough observation continued for about three or four months without any discovery, until one evening. I got out of my tutoring class around 7 p.m.; usually, my mother would prepare dinner for me to eat when I got home. That day, I was particularly hungry, so I clearly remember rushing home at almost a running pace.

When I got home, I found the front door 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 I started to get nervous. 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, wrapped only 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 outside. 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 input, 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 like something was bound to 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 more than 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, but then a guy with a broken head also hid there, and I was unlucky enough to get my clothes stained with his blood! The fight lasted for more than ten minutes, after which both sides scattered like birds.

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 mom. I glanced at my watch; it was only around 8:30. I secretly calculated that it was still early, so I might sneak home, change my clothes, and then sneak out again. After 9:30, I could pretend nothing had happened and go home, hoping to avoid being scolded.

So, I ran home as planned, circled around to the open space behind my house, climbed the wall, and then easily made my way to my bedroom window 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.

To my surprise, just as I was about to leave, I suddenly heard a hoarse male voice speaking 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!

At that moment, although I was terrified, I couldn't suppress my curiosity and wanted to see what this man looked like. So, I lay down on the floor and peeked out through the small vent at the bottom of the door. I saw a bald, obese middle-aged man wearing only a bath 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 spotlights from the corners of the walls were all focused on the bed, where my mother lay completely naked, sprawled out! Beside the bed on the floor was a white towel stained with a little blood, and on the towel lay a leather whip about two feet long! There were also several ropes and candles scattered on the floor.

The bald, fat man sat on the sofa by the bed, took several large gulps of beer, lit a cigarette, and calmly smoked for a while. Then, without a word, he walked 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 with my own eyes; so, even though I knew that the naked woman in front of 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 particularly large, smaller than those of the nude models in the adult magazines I'd 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, abnormally smooth and devoid of any hair. Looking at my mother's back and buttocks, I was horrified to find several marks, likely left from being whipped!

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 to her in a very rude tone: "Let me tell you, you better understand the situation! Everything you eat and live in, isn't it all paid for by me? You're always making excuses, saying it's inconvenient at home today, saying you're not available at home tomorrow.

" "Yes, 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 come whenever I want! You want me to run from one hotel to another? What am I doing spending over a million to buy this house for you?"

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

The bald, fat man's anger seemed to haven't subsided, and he said fiercely again, "Also, I told you to get nipple rings put on, why aren't they done yet? Look at Old Li and Old Zhang's women, who doesn't wear these things now? Old Zhang said he's bringing his Fengping over next week, we'll all hang out together. Remember to get them done in the next couple of days, I had someone buy two pairs of expensive ones from Japan." "Here's the nipple ring. I'll send someone to deliver it tomorrow. Don't tell me you can't wear it because you haven't had it pierced yet!"

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

The bald, fat man said, "Old Zhang said it's up to me, I'm thinking of next Saturday."

As he finished speaking, my mother had just finished lathering him up with soap and was rinsing him off with water. The bald, fat man comfortably enjoyed my mother's bathing service until he was completely clean, then he made a strange gesture to my mother. My

mother seemed to understand the meaning of the gesture immediately. She hesitated for a few seconds with a troubled expression before stepping into the bathtub. She faced the bald, fat man, then 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 top of my mother's head with the other, leaning forward slightly until the head of his penis was about a foot away from my mother, then stopped.

The two 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 out from the head of his penis, directly into my mother's mouth! In an instant, my mother became truly stammering; 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. By the time he was done, my mother had ingested a considerable amount of his urine.

Still seemingly unsatisfied, he pinched his limp penis between his fingers and haphazardly tapped my mother's forehead twenty or thirty times before finally settling down to rinse his genitals with water. Then, he grabbed a towel and dried himself off. Without even glancing at my mother, he left the bathroom to get dressed.

After I finished dressing, I saw the bald, fat man in an expensive suit, wearing a diamond-encrusted gold watch and a sapphire ring—a nouveau riche look ostentatiously adorned with jewels. He glanced at his watch, loudly reminding my mother not to forget to get her nipple piercings, and then left without looking back. As

soon as he left, my mother started vomiting! 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 a while to wash herself. I wanted to stay and watch, but it was almost 9:30, so I left.

I deliberately waited until 9:40 before casually ringing the doorbell. This time, my mother answered the door quickly. She looked haggard, but still managed to chat with me casually for a few moments before claiming she wasn't feeling well and going back 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 superficial understanding of male-female sexual intercourse at the time, and what I knew was mostly from peeking at 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 also thinking about how I could find more opportunities to peep in the future. In this hazy, confused state, from school to the tutoring center and back home, I barely stopped thinking about spying. Unfortunately, I couldn't come up with a good idea. It wasn't

until I got home and was having dinner with my mother, when I went into the kitchen to get some soup, that I noticed the kitchen window wasn't closed. Suddenly, a mischievous idea flashed into my mind!

I quickly finished 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 heart pounding as I nervously watched my mother's movements. Sure enough, around ten o'clock, she went back to her bedroom as usual.

I was sure she went back to her bedroom, locked the door, and immediately slipped from my room into 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. 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 the dressing table, head down, holding a bottle of ointment, 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 that Mom wasn't wearing a bra; she was completely naked under her pajamas!

Her breasts were once again exposed to my eyes; however, what shocked me was her two unusually large nipples. Although I hadn't seen them for only a day, they had already undergone a significant change; I could clearly see that each of her nipples was adorned with a glittering gold nipple ring! Mom looked down at them, and I secretly watched, but my focus remained on her nipples, which had been pierced and now wore nipple rings. After a while, I saw Mom gently applying ointment to her nipples.

Although her movements were light, the pain on her face showed that she must have been 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 by the bed 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 phone's speaker: "Yuehua?"

My mother responded, "What brings you to the phone? 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 for Old Zhang to come to your house at 7 PM on Saturday. Oh, by the way, did you go 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. Do you think we can change it..."

The bald, fat man immediately said impatiently, "Go see a doctor tomorrow and see what medicine is available. Just take it and 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 the phone, 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 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 investigation.

Before I knew it, it was Saturday. Since I didn't have to go to school, I had lunch at home with my mother. Or perhaps we were both harboring our own secrets, which is why we broke the silence, remaining silent and neither of us spoke first. Finally, I broke the ice and said to my mother, "Mom, could... could you give me two or three hundred yuan?"

My mother immediately asked, "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 tonight to play and have dinner, and I might not be back until very late. So I'm out of money."

Sure enough, when my mother heard that I was going to my classmate's house tonight, she seemed relieved, her expression immediately becoming relaxed. She quickly gave me five hundred dollars, saying, "You don't have many friends here, so it's a rare opportunity to go to your classmate's house. Don't be stingy, or people will laugh at you. 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, my mother started urging me, asking when I was leaving. I deliberately waited until six-thirty, until my mother's expression was clearly quite tense, before I casually said "goodbye"; actually, I was even more anxious than my mother. As soon as I stepped out the door, I went straight to the bus stop across from my house, boarded a random bus, and deliberately let my mother watch me leave from the balcony. I got off at the next stop and ran back to where I had boarded.

Using the advertising signs next to the bus stop as cover, I began to monitor the area around my building's front door. Time passed slowly, the sun began to set, the surroundings gradually darkened, and visibility worsened, but I still didn't see the bald, fat man appear. I waited for another ten minutes or so, and seeing 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 crawl back to my bedroom to figure things out.

Once back in, 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 was only wearing underwear, her upper body completely naked, sitting beside him. The bald, fat man had his hands on my mother's breasts, kneading them, and occasionally playing with her nipple rings. The two of them sat there chatting idly.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. 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 bloated 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, on the other hand, looked much younger; I suspected she might not even be seventeen yet. However, she was dressed head to toe in designer clothes and wore heavy makeup, making her attire quite incongruous with 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 that your brother Feng can taste your soft, tender 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! Let 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 said okay and went to my mother's room, quickly pulling her out of the room with him.

My mother was wearing a pink, almost transparent silk nightgown, without a bra underneath. Her dark nipples and glittering gold nipple rings were all faintly visible to everyone. Old Zhang's eyes kept wandering over my mother's body, and he leered with a malicious grin, saying, "I knew it! It's such a waste that nipples as big as Yuehua's aren't wearing rings. Don't you all see how much better they look now? Come on, pull your clothes up and show your nipples to your older brothers so they can see them clearly."

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

Old Zhang, on the other hand, acted like a connoisseur, sitting on the sofa and 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 and said in an expert tone, "This one is good! The size and weight are just right; you have a good eye, little brother. After all, you're a woman who has given birth, so your nipples are stronger, and you can wear heavier ones without any problem." Turning to Fengping, who was standing to the side, he continued gesturing, "Good girl, 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. It was then that I realized she was wearing nothing underneath; she was completely naked except for the outer garment!

Her skin was incredibly fair, and her breasts, brimming with youthful vitality, stood proudly and full. They appeared almost twice the size of my mother's, though the nipples were much smaller. She wore nipple rings on both breasts, but they were different styles 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 down Fengping's lower body, and I saw that her genitals were completely bald; the tender flesh at the entrance of her vagina was clearly injured, with visible bruises. What surprised me most was her anus—a plastic dildo had been inserted there all along! 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 opening. I imagined it must have felt incredibly uncomfortable, which explained the slightly awkward way she walked.

The bald, fat man also noticed the dildo. His eyes were fixed on Fengping's buttocks, and he 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 somehow stripped naked, her legs spread apart, half-lying, half-sitting against Old Zhang. Old Zhang was embracing my mother's naked body, one hand kneading her breast, the other fondling her genitals, his face full of smugness. He laughed loudly, "That bastard He found this anal plug. That son of a bitch can't do anything else, only this kind of thing is alright."

The bald, fat man laughed along, saying, "If he can do this well, he's a talent! I want to find one too." "Like him, a lackey. Oh, and tell Xiao He to find me one too."

Old Zhang winked at Fengping. Fengping immediately turned around, facing the bald fat man with her buttocks, bending her waist slightly forward to deliberately let 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 rope that was plugged into her anus. With a "squeak," she pulled the entire anal plug out of her anus.

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

Then, Feng Ping, without batting an eye, presented the anal plug, which had been inserted into her body, 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, seemingly unfazed by its filth, casually took it and even played with it in his hands for a while.

Then, with ill intent, he walked up to my mother. 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, plunging 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 expression was one of both fear and shame; her naked body, lying on Old Zhang's body, trembled slightly. When the bald fat man thrust the anal plug into her, she screamed "Ah!" and her entire body involuntarily tensed up!

But the bald fat man and Old Zhang remained 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 it in. That'll really give you the thrill! 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 would have tried it too!"

Then, the two lecherous men boasted to each other about their experiences of torturing women, and even ordered my mother and Fengping to perform a lesbian act on the living room floor, a disgusting scene of them caressing and licking each other's genitals. 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! My blood boiled at the sight, and I 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 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 with his ugly penis, sodomized my mother's already ravaged anus! My mother was sandwiched between two lecherous men like a human sandwich, subjected to their attacks from both sides.

Fengping wasn't idle either; she walked up to my mother, squatted down with her legs spread, and used her thumb and forefinger to open her vagina. Then she brought her mouth to my mother's lips, 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 inside my mother. These two men, being elderly, lay side by side on the floor to rest after ejaculating. Fengping then 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 ravaged 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 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 playing the flute. I then remembered that the bald, fat man had previously anally raped my mother; his penis must have been covered in her anus's secretions. Combined with the smell of semen and discharge, 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 feeling incredibly excited!

It's quite possible that because my mother had entrusted me to my maternal grandmother's care for so many years, the bond between us wasn't very strong. In fact, I had unconsciously developed resentment towards her for not fulfilling her responsibilities as a mother. Therefore, seeing her being violated gave me an involuntary sense of pleasure.

At times, I hoped they would finish quickly so my mother could rest; but at other times, I begged them to continue, even to use more brutal methods to violate her, just 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 blind to everything around me because of my deep contemplation.

I don't know how much time passed before I was startled awake by the loud "bang" of the door slamming shut. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief; I had actually 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 the sound of the door closing must have been theirs. So I quickly left too. To avoid arousing my mother's suspicion, I wandered around the street for about ten minutes before going home.

(III)

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

Then one night, as I was climbing out of the kitchen window as usual, the doorbell suddenly rang! I was nearly scared to death; because 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 mom answered the door 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 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 mom didn't suspect a thing and continued answering the door.

At that moment, I wondered who could be looking for her so late—could it be that bald, fat man? So, I took a couple of steps forward and casually glanced at her sideways, trying to see what was going on. She seemed to know who had rung the doorbell, opening the door without even asking.

Through the hallway light, I could see my mother's face looked terrible! I hadn't noticed before because it happened so suddenly, but now I realized she seemed to have fallen ill; her face was very pale, and she was trembling slightly, looking every bit like a patient with a chill. I was certain the person who had come must be the bald, fat man; otherwise, why would my mother be so frightened?

To my complete surprise, the person who walked in not only had hair, but a beautiful head of it! My mother said to the person as she closed the door, "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 not to speak, and then looked at me and said, "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." After saying that, she hurriedly took Fengping's hand and led her into the room.

I quickly put down my water glass and went to my bedroom door, where I saw 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 that my mother would hear me and think I had gone back inside. Then I tiptoed back to the kitchen. I went to the window, took a breath, jumped onto the windowsill, and quickly reached my usual spot for peeking in.

I peeked inside. The room was dimly lit; apart from the bedside lamp on the left, everything else was 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 pulled up the left sleeve of her pajamas, and 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 my mother's 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, sighed as if with deep emotion, and said, "Elder sister, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but you can't go on like this! Have you ever considered leaving the bald-headed dead man Feng?"

I saw that my mother was still resting with her eyes closed, but her complexion was clearly much 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 and just focused on resting.

Fengping seemed to have anticipated my mother's lack of response. She put the syringe back in her purse, then stood up and walked to the media cabinet. Opening a drawer at the bottom, she randomly took out a videotape, muttering to herself as she put it into the VCR, "Heh, heh, let's see what new tricks that bald guy has up his sleeve."

Then, she moved a chair to the television and began watching the program on the tape.

I thought to myself, "What bad luck, looks like I won't even get to watch Mom take a bath today." So I prepared to leave. However, out of curiosity, I waited a while longer to see what movie she was watching. Little did I know that this wait would lead to an unexpected discovery.

After waiting for about a minute, the screen, filled with noise, finally showed a picture; however, the picture on the screen was not a movie, but my mother's bedroom! The camera was shooting from the foot of the bed, directly at the bed. At first, not only the bed, but also the area in the camera's view, including the bathroom, was empty; but soon I saw my mother wearing a snow-white sleeveless shirt, paired with a black knee-length skirt, with her hair neatly tied up, walking from the left side of the camera to the center of the camera, standing in front of the foot of the bed; then she turned to face the camera, but kept her head down, staring at 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 spoke in a commanding tone: "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, raise her head, and force a smile at the camera. Then I heard the voice say, "Old Feng, you can begin." At that moment, two figures rushed out from behind the camera and pounced on my mother. I looked closely and, needless to say, one of them was the bald fat man, while the other was a tall, thin old man with a full head of white hair. There were two men, one fat and one thin, both completely naked. One was so obese he was almost indistinguishable from the other, the other emaciated, creating a stark visual contrast!

The thin old man lunged at my mother, immediately extending his desiccated, corpse-like claws to hug her tightly. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of incomplete, yellowed, and blackened teeth, his face contorted with terrifying lust. He lowered his head and forced a kiss on my mother! The bald, fat man stood by, grinning as he watched the thin old man forcefully kiss my mother, then seeing him begin to undress her. As the thin old man kissed her, he also quickly helped remove my mother's skirt.

In just a moment, the screen showed my mother completely naked. A bald, fat man and a thin old man flanked her, groping and fondling every part of her naked body. The camera clearly captured the helpless expression on my mother's face, yet she was extremely compliant. Even when the thin old man placed his hand between her legs, she slightly parted them to facilitate his violation!

At the time, I was engrossed in watching the show, my attention completely focused on the television screen, and I had completely stopped paying attention to 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 shocked to see her standing on the bed, her expression strange, as if she were completely drunk. She was clutching her hair with one hand and rubbing her breast with the other! 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 up on the bed and began to strip off her clothes, one piece at a time! Fengping then took a brown travel bag from under the bed and placed it on the bedside table. She opened the bag, rummaged through it, and finally pulled out a black paddle that looked like a ping-pong paddle, but was definitely not.

Although this wasn't the first time I'd seen my mother naked, this time her expression was the most lewd! She stood on the bed with her legs spread, her hands pressed against her mons pubis. Using her index fingers, she pinched her labia together, then moved her fingers back and forth, rubbing her thick labia together. She had a dazed expression, her eyes tightly closed; she occasionally stuck out her bright red tongue and licked her lips again and again.

Unfortunately, since my mother was already middle-aged, her lower abdomen was inevitably a little plump; her hand movements and facial expression became 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 particularly large nipples, and the heavy nipple rings that ran horizontally through the center of her nipples. Of course, I also saw her two big buttocks, all trembling as her body spasmed faster!

I couldn't help but swallow hard to calm my excited heart before continuing to look into the room. Then I saw Fengping holding that strange racket in her hand, and with a half-smile, she said to my mother, "Big sister, it's been a long time since I played this! 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 hugged Fengping, tilting her head to press her red lips to hers; just like that, the two women kissed passionately like lovers in the throes of passion!

Although I had secretly witnessed my mother and Fengping's homosexual 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. The kiss lasted for three or four minutes!

It was quite a struggle to see the two separate; then, I saw my mother reach behind Fengping's back and pull open the zipper; then, grasping the collar on both sides, she gently pulled down, removing 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-like horizontal ones from before, but the same circular rings as my mother's. Perhaps her nipples were much smaller than my mother's, because the diameter of the nipple rings was noticeably thinner.

I immediately looked 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 rope protruding between her legs. I immediately knew she must still have an anal plug inserted! It seemed that not wearing underwear and using an anal plug 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, raised her buttocks, 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 "slap, slap, slap" sounds! I saw Fengping raise the ping-pong paddle-like board high in her hand, gritting her teeth and using all her strength to slap my mother's buttocks harder and harder with each blow!

What shocked 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, and should have been in considerable pain. But to my surprise, my mother not only showed no sign of pain on her face, but instead seemed to be enjoying herself, shouting: "Ha...ha! Harder, beat my buttocks until they're bruised! My buttocks are just for people to play with anyway, might as well beat them to a pulp!"

To be honest, at that moment I really wondered if I had misheard. Although I knew she wasn't some virtuous woman after I peeked into my mother's 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 decency. Plus, my mother has always been very refined in appearance and speech; if I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I would have found it hard to believe she could utter such vile 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, repeatedly thrusting it in and out of my mother's vagina, all the while saying, "Sister, stop lying to me; hehe, so where's your son? Didn't you say last time that he's your own flesh and blood, unlike those other stinking bastards? Mmm...mmm, just thinking about it makes me so excited! Imagine how comfortable it would be if your son were licking your asshole right now."

After saying that, she actually stuck out her tongue, put her face down on my mother's buttocks, and started licking, really licking my mother's anus!

(iv)

I saw Fengping kneeling on the ground, burying her head between my mother's two large buttocks, licking them incessantly as if she were licking ice cream, and shamelessly 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 position of the board had slowly moved from my mother's buttocks to her back.

In an instant, my mother's back was as red as her buttocks, and her hands, which were originally supporting her body on the bed, trembled more and more violently. Finally, I saw her slowly stretch her arms forward, then her upper body gently slumped onto the bed; she tilted her head back as high as possible, wildly waving her hair left and right, making sounds like "ouch, ouch" that seemed to be speaking, or perhaps tears of joy.

The more I watched, the more excited I became, imagining how awesome it would be to play like that with my mother! 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 about 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 firmly gripping the drainpipe on the wall, so no accident happened. However, I was still terrified and broke out 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 aimed at my mother's mouth, straddling her face.

At some point, Fengping was wearing a pair of black leather open-crotch panties, and there was a very realistic dildo attached to them! I saw her leaning slightly forward, one hand supporting her on the bed, the other hand pressing against 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, her red tongue sticking out, sometimes licking, sometimes kissing, giving Fengping oral sex.

Fengping looked extremely comfortable, and she kept swaying her waist and buttocks back and forth, rubbing her vaginal opening between my mother's nose and tongue. In the reflection of the bedside lamp, it was clear that Fengping's vaginal opening was extremely wet, and some secretions even gathered into several shiny, transparent streams of water, slowly dripping down and turning into silvery threads that stuck 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 on her side next to my mother, pressing most of her body against her. She brought her mouth close to my mother's lips, stuck out her tongue, and licked away the remaining secretions stuck to the corners of my mother's mouth. Then, she said to my mother with ill intent, "Open your legs wider!"

My mother kept her eyes closed, her expression seemingly very blissful. She immediately did as Fengping instructed, opening her legs wider to the sides. At this moment, I realized that the anal plug that Fengping had inserted into her earlier was still inside her vagina. Fengping waited until my mother had fully spread her legs before sitting up. She glanced at my mother's vulva, then gripped the rope of the anal plug tightly. 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 pulled out, my mother's labia were wide open, revealing her vagina as a gaping hole. Whether it was from pain or the sudden emptiness of her vagina, my mother's upper body jerked off the bed the moment the anal plug left her body. She let out a strange "Ah!" before falling heavily back onto the bed.

It seemed that my mother's strange, ambiguous scream was exactly the effect Fengping desired. 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 to see if my mother heard her, she lay down on her side.

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

Then, I saw Fengping take the anal plug she was still holding, place it between her legs, aim it at her anus, and forcefully shove it back into her body! Then, she gripped the dildo protruding from her open-crotch panties 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, my mother didn't answer. Fengping seemed impatient, and slapped my mother's bottom, urging her to answer immediately, "If you still won't tell me, I'm going to sleep!" My mother then lifted her bottom slightly and whispered, "Behind!" Fengping seemed intent on making things difficult for my mother, continuing to press, "What? I didn't hear you clearly."

She slapped my mother again... I pressed my mother's buttocks, asking her the same question six or seven times until she finally said, "Put it in my ass!" With a triumphant smile, she grasped the dildo, rubbing the glans against my mother's vaginal opening for a while until the vaginal secretions moistened it. Then, she aimed the glans at my mother's anus, thrusting her hips forward forcefully, shoving the entire dildo straight into her anus!

I consider myself quite precocious, and having never had any family to discipline me, I had a history of secretly buying and reading pornographic magazines. Previously, I disliked looking at pictures of two women playing together in books, always feeling they weren't exciting enough. But after witnessing my mother and Fengping's fake phoenix sex scene firsthand, I realized that two women could be so wildly passionate in bed. Especially when Fengping was using a dildo on my mother, her screams of pain and ecstasy were incredibly exciting!

I really wanted to put my hand inside my pants and soothe my already painfully erect penis; unfortunately, being on the third floor outside, I dared not risk being thrown off the street by masturbating while standing on the exterior wall. So, he had no choice but to press his hard penis against the wall through his pants, which was better than nothing in relieving the throbbing pain.

Pressing my penis against the wall like that didn't really help with the swelling and pain. I felt my lower body getting hotter and hotter, and the swelling and pain became more and more 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. When I suddenly heard my mother call my name, I thought I had been caught peeping, and I was 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 realized it was just a false alarm; because Fengping's voice came again, "Oh... Mom... come on, stick your ass up higher! Xiaoqiang wants to fuck Mom's asshole with his cock, ah... what do you say?" Then, I could only hear the two of them moaning and breathing heavily.

It took me a while to calm down, and I felt both strange and excited that they would call my name; so, I continued to peek and saw that the two of them were still in the same position as before, lying on their sides on the bed, one in front of the other; however, the previous intense thrusting had stopped, and the two of them were resting without moving.

I stayed with them for a while without moving, until I saw Fengping gently pat my mother's buttocks. Then, I saw Fengping slowly pull her waist back, while my mother, seemingly in perfect unison, moved her buttocks forward. With a soft "plop," Fengping pulled the dildo out of my mother's anus!

Then, they turned around one after the other, lying side by side on the bed. They were still panting, but their breathing was noticeably 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 panties containing the dildo, and casually toss them on the bedside table. Then, she pulled out the anal plug that was inserted into her anus and put it into her handbag.

After that, she took out a very strange cigarette. It looked like 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, slightly raised her head, 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 seeing her exhale the smoke after a long while, she said, "Big sister, that old geezer told me today that your bald 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 probably got his eye on 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 drag, and said, "I don't want to be with Lao Zhang! I'm not that stupid."

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

Her mother smiled along 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 geezer really isn't very generous; but, oh well, I haven't found anyone else yet, so I'll just be with him for now. Hehe, the day I meet someone I love, I'll kick that old geezer to the curb!"

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

Fengping's eyes... Chu rolled around a few times, then asked my mother with a half-smile, "Ha, so I don't know if Xiaoqiang counts as a man?"

My mother spat and said, "He's my son, and he's young, so what's the difference?"

Fengping imitated my mother, spitting three times in a row before saying, "What's the difference? Hehe, it's just a matter of whether his penis is big or small! 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, noticing my mother hesitate for a moment before softening 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! Don't keep me in suspense; when did you see it?"

My mother looked a little embarrassed, her face flushed, and said, "About a month ago, that noon, Fatty Feng came by. He finished up and left without checking if I was done! After I tidied up, 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 last minute, 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, "Ah! No wonder, lately whenever Xiaoqiang is mentioned, my older sister gets especially excited, and her juices flow a lot! Hehe, older sister, so you saw your son's...hehe, seriously, would you ever want to be with him...?"

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

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

Her 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, her mother neither admitted nor denied it, only giving a sorrowful smile, 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 they seemed tireless, 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 remained my obligatory 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 my mother changing clothes or taking a bath! Day and night, my mind was filled with images of my mother having sex with other people.

Needless to say, my grades at school plummeted as the thing in my crotch remained consistently high every night. Fortunately, my grades were already bad, so even if they got worse, the report card wouldn't be too bad.

Two or three months passed in the blink of an eye. During that time, Fatty Feng called my mother a few times; however, I never saw him. I guessed he probably came 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 one or two nights a week to have dinner with us; however, she never stayed overnight.

As the weather got hotter and hotter, being "Spider-Man" became increasingly difficult, mainly because there were just too many mosquitoes! Adding to the unbearable discomfort was the constant air conditioning in my mother's room, leaving me huddled against the wall, exposed to the hot air, noise, and mosquitoes. The only consolation was that summer vacation was fast approaching, and I hoped to have more opportunities to peek into my mother's private life during the day. But then, on the very day before my summer vacation started, something completely unexpected happened!

I clearly remember that it was the last day of the semester, and school only held a symbolic half-day session before letting us go home. Feeling relaxed and happy, I first went to KFC for a big meal, then to the bookstore near the school, bought two imported Japanese underground adult magazines, 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 of them was full and the zipper was zipped up, so I didn't know what was inside. But the other one was not zipped up, and I could clearly see that it was full of my everyday clothes!

I was very puzzled 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... your Aunt Ping... she... something happened!" Then, without waiting for me to ask what happened, she hurriedly let go of me and urged me, "Quick, pack some clothes, we have to leave right away!"

I was full of questions, but under my mother's constant urging, I had no choice but to hold back and hurriedly packed a few clothes as she told me to, and we left 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 to be very familiar with the local environment and led me across the station without hesitation to a five-star hotel. As soon as we entered the hotel, a staff member came over and took our luggage. Then, my mother took my hand and walked to the front desk, asking the clerk, "Do you have any double rooms?"

The clerk pressed a button 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 café, and then please bring the key to me there."

Then, my mother led me through the hotel lobby to the café and we sat down. To the soft strains of piano music, a waitress in a cheongsam placed a delicate dish of peanuts on our table. Then, she brought us the menu and asked what we would like to order. For me, a country bumpkin at the time, this was truly like a country bumpkin visiting the Grand View Garden. Many questions I had intended to ask my mother were instantly forgotten.

My mother casually ordered two drinks and two sandwiches, making do with what seemed like a makeshift dinner. Just as we finished eating, a waiter brought the room key. My mother generously gave him a twenty-yuan 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.

Upon entering the room, a waiter brought over a large bottle of hot water, and my mother gave her a twenty-yuan tip as usual.

I noticed that our luggage was already neatly placed on the low cabinet next to the television. At the time, because I had never stayed in a hotel before, I didn't know that hotels provided towels for guests. After sitting in the car all day, my face felt greasy, so I opened my luggage, took out my towel, and thought of going 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 wealthy 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 PLA 203 Hospital in stable condition. The suspect is 22-year-old Chen Fengping from Guangxi, who jumped to her death after committing the crime! The motive for the murders is still under investigation by the relevant public security departments."

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

I quickly turned to look at my mother and saw her lying on the bed, her back heaving as she sobbed. I went over to her, wanting to comfort her, but I didn't know what to say. So I gently patted her 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 the tears from her face. But then she suddenly hugged me tightly, buried her head in my chest, and burst into loud sobs again! For a moment, I felt helpless and could only imitate what my grandmother did 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 tactic worked immediately, and Mom gradually stopped crying. However, perhaps due to her turbulent 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 was genuinely 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.

Mom pulled back the sheets, took off only her high heels, and didn't even take off her stockings before getting into bed.

I took off my sneakers, but the smell on my feet was unbearable, so I apologized to my mother and said, "I'll go wash my feet first." Then I ran to the bathroom to wash them.

I quickly washed my feet with soap, didn't dry them much, and went back to my room. I turned off the light, climbed into bed in the dark, and lay down next to my mother. After I was settled, my mother 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 my mother's back and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. In the pitch-black room, on the soft, large bed, in the tranquil 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 distant from my mother; I had never even dreamed of her. However, I immediately thought of her relationships with those men, feeling that she was hiding so many secrets from me, and a surge of anger welled up inside me!

For some reason, I suddenly remembered my toys from when I was little! I loved playing with my toys with others, but I couldn't stand it when others took them. 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 the same 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, and I couldn't sort it out no matter what I said. A strange mix of conflicting thoughts surged within me. I could faintly smell the delicate fragrance of my mother's hair and hear her rhythmic breathing. Gradually, my eyelids grew heavier, and before I knew it, 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 tightly; she seemed to be fast asleep. Because I had been holding her so tightly, my left hand was numb and aching from the pressure of her body. I couldn't help but slowly move my left hand upwards, hoping to loosen the pain. 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 truly had no ulterior motives. It was purely unintentional that my hand landed on her chest. Therefore, I naturally and immediately removed my hand; however, as soon as my hand moved, my mother's body turned to the left; thus, my left palm not only didn't leave her chest, but was instead pressed squarely against her right breast! At

first, I didn't think much of it, only felt a little embarrassed, so I tried to pull my hand away from between my mother's breast and the bed. But to my surprise, as soon as I moved, I felt something soft in my palm, and a strangely comfortable sensation washed over me! It was then that I suddenly realized my dream had come true—I had actually touched my mother's breasts! 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 rubbed my mother's breasts a few times with my palms. The feeling was so stimulating and wonderful! I observed for a while, and seeing that my mother didn't move or react, I rubbed 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! Because 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 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, at which point I felt a little relieved. Sure enough, I soon heard the bathroom door close and saw light coming through the crack, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

After the initial panic, a feeling of disappointment immediately arose within me, and I desperately wanted my mother to return to my side. But after waiting for about ten minutes, there was still no movement. I couldn't help but get out of bed to see why my mother hadn't come out yet when a blinding light shone directly onto my face from the direction of the bathroom! I quickly squinted my eyes, pretending to still be asleep, and tilted 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 she was only wrapped in a bath towel, and carrying the clothes she had been wearing earlier.

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

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 that her upper body was bare, her two pointed breasts drooping, swaying back and forth with the movement of tidying up her clothes! She still wore nipple rings, and because of her bent-over posture, the weight of the rings was concentrated and drooped downwards, stretching her nipples, which were larger than her thumbs, into long, alluring shapes! It

took my mother about three or four minutes to tidy her clothes, and I secretly watched with great interest! Then I saw her pick up the tidy clothes and turn to put them back in her travel bag; but when 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 of my backpack wouldn't close, everything inside spilled out onto the floor in an instant.

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 my mother's expression change, and I suddenly realized that there were two adult magazines in my schoolbag 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 the bed pretending to be asleep, I watched helplessly as Mom took the two adult magazines I had hidden in my schoolbag. I thought to myself, "Oh no! Caught red-handed, I'm doomed!" Although I was terrified, I couldn't come up with an excuse, and I didn't have the courage to run away. So I had no choice but to continue pretending to be asleep and wait for my mother's scolding.

I watched as my mother 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 my mother hadn't come over to scold me yet. But then I remembered she was still shirtless; she would definitely wait until she was dressed before starting to discipline me! Sure enough, I immediately saw her take a bra from her travel bag, put it on along with the robe at the foot of the bed, and then walk towards me.

Seeing that I was already facing certain death, I felt less afraid than before. I silently told 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!

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 before suddenly walking back to the foot of the bed and taking off her robe and bra 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, gently pressed it, and turned it half a turn clockwise to remove it. She placed the removed nipple ring on the television and began to undo the one on her right nipple, but stopped abruptly 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 initially 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 my mother was up to. I was only thinking that I could delay the scolding by as much as possible, and it would be even better if she changed clothes and kept taking them off. Unfortunately, my mother eventually put on her bathrobe, and I watched as she walked slowly 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 apologize and beg 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 climbed 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 obediently closed my eyes and continued pretending to sleep. I lay there anxiously, barely moving, and vaguely heard 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 bag under the TV, took off her high heels, and then, sitting at the foot of the bed massaging her calves, said to me, "Did I wake you up?" Seeing that I shook my head to indicate no, she continued, "Go wash your face, I ordered some food."

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

Just as I started washing up, I heard someone knocking on the door and my mother answering. When I came out, I saw a trolley in the room with two Italian soups, two shrimp salads, a French-style roasted lamb chop, a foie gras with grilled king prawns, and 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 thought the taste was strange. Seeing that I didn't really like it, my mother swapped her lamb chops with mine. She opened the shrimp shells and put the shrimp 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 days."

At that time, due to my age, I didn't really care about these things. Seeing that my mother didn't want to talk about it, I was too lazy to ask her further; I just finished 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 for us to eat. We hid in the room, watching TV or chatting occasionally to pass the time.

My mother didn't mention the adult magazines, and although I was surprised that she hadn't punished me yet, I wasn't foolish enough to remind her. Things went smoothly until around 11 p.m.; I remember we were watching TV together. My mother had been fine until suddenly her expression changed, and she yawned five or six times. Then, as if she were very cold, she started shivering slightly!

I asked her if she was alright, and she grabbed her handbag, casually replied, "I'm fine!" and quickly ran to the bathroom.

About ten minutes passed, and I still hadn't seen her come out. I started to worry, so I went to the bathroom door. I could hear the sound of water running inside, but I couldn't hear my mother's voice. So, I knocked on the door and asked if she was feeling any better. After a while, I still didn't hear a response from her! I became anxious and pounded on the door a few more times. Just as I was about to ask her loudly if she was alright, the bathroom door opened from the inside. I immediately saw my mother, just like last night, wearing only a bath towel, standing before me.

My mother looked like she had just taken a shower, and her spirits were noticeably better than before; however, her eyes seemed a little hazy, and her cheeks were flushed, as if she were slightly drunk, or perhaps weak all over. 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!"

After saying that, without waiting for me to get a change of clothes, she actually reached out and unbuttoned the top of my shirt!

To be honest, even though she is my mother, I have never taken off my clothes in front of her in all these years, and I feel that I am no longer a child! Suddenly seeing her start to take off my clothes, I naturally took a step back to avoid her. Little did I know that my mother's hand was gripping my clothes, and the bathroom floor was slippery. My strength pulled her forward, and she stumbled two or three steps.

Normally, this wouldn't have been a big deal; however, because of this, the towel she was wearing came loose and fell to the floor! In an instant, she was standing naked right in front of me. Although I had secretly peeked at my mother's naked body many times, seeing her completely naked at such close range was still incredibly shocking!

Her breasts trembled slightly with her breath, two glittering gold nipple rings dangling from her two large, dark nipples, reflecting each other's light; her pubic area was completely bare, smooth and incredibly beautiful. Lost in my own world, I was completely absorbed in admiring my mother's naked body, unaware of how much time had passed, until I saw her pick up a towel and wrap herself in it again.

I stole a glance at my mother's face, and saw that she was also staring at me; for a long while, we stared at each other, each seemingly trying to decipher the other's thoughts, the atmosphere growing increasingly awkward. I finally saw my mother come out of the bathroom, and she said to me, "Aren't you going to take a shower?" So I took the opportunity to say yes and slipped into the bathroom.

I washed myself haphazardly for a while, feeling completely disoriented. When I was drying myself, I realized I had forgotten to bring a change of clothes. So, I had no choice but to do what my mother did, wrapping my lower body in a towel and going back to my room.

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

I took the underwear, unsure whether to untie my towel and put it on in front of my mother or go to the bathroom to change. While I was hesitating, I was shocked to discover that the silk nightgown my mother was wearing was almost transparent! I hadn't noticed it when her back was to me, but now that we were face to face, I could clearly see that under her nightgown, apart from 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, 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 any awkwardness 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 earrings; 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 if I went to the bathroom to change, it would be a bit unmanly. So, without hesitation, I untied the towel in front of her, brazenly revealing my newly developed penis; and then, I put on my underwear.

After I finished putting on my underwear, my mother suddenly came forward and hugged me tightly. Her voice, sounding quite mournful, whispered in my ear, "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 hidden so many things from me!"

My mother initially shook her head, seemingly wanting to deny that she was hiding something from me, but then she fell silent... After a long pause, she smiled wryly and said, "I'm sorry! There were indeed many things I couldn't tell you in the past; but that doesn't mean Mom didn't love you or trust you. It was simply because you were too young then, and I was afraid you wouldn't understand. Now that you're grown up, I swear from this day forward, Mom will never hide anything from you again!" Her expression then changed, and she smiled sweetly, continuing, "However, we must treat each other fairly; 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 my mother's cheek, saying, "It's a deal!"

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 my mother instructed, and suddenly I felt a fragrant, warm 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 her tongue slip through my lips and into my mouth, licking and tracing its way across my tongue!

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

My mother seemed to be holding me too tightly. She gently struggled and pushed me away a little, whispering, "Let's go to bed!" Then, she took my hand and climbed into bed with me, 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 to say it. Since my mother had asked me first, I didn't even want to waste time saying "yes." I immediately turned my head towards my mother, took the initiative to press my lips to hers, and thrust my tongue straight 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 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 resting on 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 comfortable feeling made me shudder, and I instinctively reached out to touch my mother's breasts! I felt that as soon as I touched her breasts, she seemed unwilling and pulled back slightly, stopping her kissing me! I immediately blamed myself for such a rash action 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 continuing. Then, I felt the bed shake for a moment; then, I heard my mother say softly, "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 was already on top of me, pressing her lips to mine again and continuing to kiss me passionately; I felt two small metallic objects pressing lightly against my chest, and then I realized what was happening, and immediately hugged my mother with both hands. 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 was hesitating and struggling internally, my mother seemed to have guessed my thoughts. 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, which was extremely 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 pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger; then, I pinched my mother's big, fleshy nipple between my two fingers and twisted it a few times!

I heard my mother let out a soft "ah" sound from deep in her throat. I thought I had hurt her, so I immediately stopped pinching her nipples and wanted to apologize to her. But instead, she stopped kissing me and pressed her lips to my ear, whispering in a daze, "Mmm...mmm! Harder...both sides!"

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

At first, I was worried that I would hurt my mother, but to my surprise, she seemed completely unaffected, instead emitting intoxicating moans! So I became increasingly audacious, deliberately pulling her nipples down forcefully from time to time, occasionally flicking her nipple rings with my fingers, and twisting her nipples with increasing force.

After playing with her nipples for several minutes, just as I was about to try sucking on them, my mother suddenly gently pushed my hands away 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!" and immediately felt my mother begin to pull down my underwear!

I don't know if it was because my mother's movements were really slow, or because I was too nervous, but I only remember that it took a very long time for her to take off my underwear. My throbbing, hot penis, without the underwear as a barrier, felt incredibly comfortable under the cool air conditioning in the room! 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 whisper, "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 too suddenly, and I naturally dodged to the right. Immediately afterwards, I heard my mother near my thigh, asking with concern, "Did you hurt yourself?"

At the time, I had no experience and had no idea what was happening. It was only then that I suddenly realized that my mother was giving me oral sex! I've seen many articles in magazines about women using their mouths to suck men's penises, but I can only guess at how comfortable it feels. In an instant, I felt immense regret, regretting that I shouldn't have 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 speaking, I felt my penis near my pubic hair being pinched by someone's fingers. Then, I felt a wet, warm, indescribably comfortable sensation on the glans!

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

As I heard the "thump, thump" sounds, I felt my entire penis being completely taken into my mother's mouth. She slowly pulled my penis 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 for three or four minutes, and I was enjoying it immensely. Suddenly, I felt her 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 remained still, trying to enjoy and experience the different pleasures between "blowing" and "licking my testicles"!

I only felt my mother's tongue licking my scrotum in circles, which felt a little itchy, but honestly, it didn't feel as comfortable as the previous "blowing".

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 down from the bottom of my scrotum until it stopped at 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 she licked with the tip of her tongue, and sometimes she inserted her tongue into my anus; it felt strangely comfortable. The intense stimulation of having my own mother lick the dirtiest part of my body made me even more excited!

I was enjoying my mother licking my anus, and I don't know how much time had passed; suddenly, I heard my mother between my legs say, "Don't move, try to relax!" Based on my previous experience, I thought, "This time, even if you really bite me, I won't move no matter what you say!" But what I didn't know was that although my mother didn't bite me this time, the shock she gave me 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 more unbearable was her finger. Somehow, she'd made it so wet and slippery, almost like it was covered in soap. It effortlessly pierced all the way in, repeatedly thrusting in and out of my anus!

Instantly, my anus felt both hot and uncomfortable. I struggled to sit up, trying to stop my mother from continuing. But it seemed she'd anticipated my attempt; she was one step ahead. Just as I moved, she pressed her hand against my chest, 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 moment. The pleasure from my mother's mouth on my penis and the discomfort from her finger in my anus were intertwined endlessly!

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

But strangely, after my mother's fingers had been penetrating my anus for a while, I was horrified to find that my anus wasn't as painful 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 thrust 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 simultaneously wanting to penetrate my mother's mouth even deeper; so, without realizing it, I reached out my left hand, grabbed my mother's hair, and forcefully pressed her head down further. My mother, perhaps breathless from my pressure, grabbed my left hand and pulled it between her legs. Then, she pushed my palm against her vulva, spat out my penis, and gasped, "Mmm... mmm, touch me!"

In the darkness, I felt something unusually wet and slippery on my left hand. I knew it was my mother's vaginal opening, the very entrance to this world fifteen years ago!

I ran my fingers around my mother's vaginal opening a few times, finding it all wet. There were thick lumps of flesh on each side, soft and slippery to the touch, which felt quite fun. A little above the two fleshy lumps was their meeting point. I pressed it with my thumb and discovered a small, round, slightly hardened fleshy bead hidden in the center of this meeting point. Every time I rubbed this bead-sized fleshy ball hard with my finger, my mother 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 wet, warm, and soft sensation traveled back from my fingers. The feeling was so wonderful that I couldn't help but keep pushing, hoping to push my fingers in even deeper. My mother let out a soft "Oh" as I inserted my fingers

into her vagina. "Don't just stick them in, move them!" I misunderstood and thought she wanted me to move my fingers as if they were bent and straight. So, I frantically dug 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. That's when I finally understood how to use my fingers to play with my "hometown"!

As the saying goes, once you understand one thing, you understand everything. Now that I've learned how to insert my fingers into my vagina, I immediately thought about why my mother's fingers were so wet when she inserted them into my anus! 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 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, imitating what she had done to me before, I retaliated against my mother with a "straight to the heart" move!

I don't know if it was because I was not skilled enough, or because my mother was very skilled, 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 fuck 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 randomly, 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 filthy 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. She breathed slightly and said to me, "Take your fingers out and put them back in a little."

At that moment, I was having a great time, 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 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 some wetness at the tip of my glans, and suddenly I 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 I were floating on clouds!

I don't remember how much time passed, only that my mind was completely blank. The constant creaking of the spring mattress filled my ears, and my consciousness and thoughts became hazy. The only thought that crossed 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 sent a surge of intense pleasure through me. I felt my penis growing harder and harder, my mother's vagina gripping it tightly, and the glans becoming increasingly tingly and painfully sensitive!

Suddenly, my muscles convulsed uncontrollably, and several streams of heat gushed from my penis, shooting directly into my mother's vagina, thus ending my virginity!

Shortly after ejaculating, I felt my mother stand up, letting my penis leave her vagina; then, she slowly lay down beside me. I suddenly had a strange 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 to turn it on!

As soon as the bedside lamp came on, I immediately saw my mother completely naked, her legs slightly parted, lying flat beside me. She glanced at me, and whether it was the bright light or something else, 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 turned off the light as she asked. But for some reason, I suddenly felt a surge of masculinity, filled 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!

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

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

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

The more I watched, the more interesting it became. Suddenly, I saw some off-white, paste-like liquid slowly seeping out of my mother'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 stretched out my right index and middle fingers, caught the semen on my mother's anus with my fingers, and smeared it back into my mother's vagina.

To my surprise, even more semen flowed out of her vagina. I suddenly recalled the scene of poking my mother's vagina with my fingers in the dark earlier. Overcome by a sudden surge of childlike impulse, I immediately raised three fingers and rubbed them back and forth at the entrance of my mother's vagina a few times, getting them covered in a mixture of semen and vaginal secretions. Then, I aimed at the entrance of my mother's vagina, measured it, and pushed my arm forward forcefully, inserting all three fingers completely into my mother's vagina. Then I began to play with my mother's vagina in and out in a filthy way!

I saw my mother lying on the bed, her hands covering her face, her legs spread wide apart. Her breasts, especially her large nipples, were rhythmically trembling as I masturbated her vagina, and her breathing was gradually quickening. 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 video in a foreign adult magazine of a woman having 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 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 afterward, I heard my mother scream "Ouch!" I turned to look at her and saw that she had already let go of her hands and was no longer covering her face. She was staring at me with a very strange expression, as if she was both surprised and delighted, yet at the same time, there was an expression that was

hard to tell whether it was ecstasy or pain! Her pupils seemed to be constantly shooting out strange lights, and her lips were trembling slightly, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. She looked at me for a while before closing her eyes and starting 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 my mother's vagina repeatedly! As my pile-driving motions increased in speed, I heard a series of "squeak, squeak" sounds, and at the same time, I heard my mother's breathing become 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 that my mother's muscles were all tense, her face was intoxicated, her head was slowly tilted back, her elbows were propped on the bed, and her trembling upper body was slowly lifted up. The palms of her hands were close to her own breasts. At the same time, I put the index fingers of both hands through her nipple rings, pushed the nipple rings forward very hard, and stretched her two huge nipples until they were completely deformed!

Then I felt a huge suction force in my mother's vagina, sucking my hand tightly; so I had to poke her vagina harder. But this way, I originally only inserted it just past the wrist depth, but now I push it in half as deep as my forearm with every stroke! Since it was my first time doing this with a woman's vagina, seeing my hand going deeper and deeper into my mother's body, I couldn't help but feel both excited and scared. Seeing the unreadable expression on my mother's face, I naturally lightened the pressure in my hands.

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 in my hands, mercilessly masturbating her vagina! The frantic hammering continued for several minutes, then Mom suddenly let out a long "Ah!" 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 Fengping poking my mother's anus; she had the same expression at the end! 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 my mother, I suddenly felt a burning sensation on my cheek, as if I had been sprayed with some liquid! I instinctively moved my whole body backward, and as a result, my hand, which was inserted into my mother's vagina, slipped out with a "pop" as I retreated! I looked at my mother with a start, and was immediately horrified to see several streams of liquid, I couldn't tell if it was urine or something else, shooting out like water jets from the top of her vagina and splashing onto the sheets! It was the same liquid that had sprayed onto my cheeks earlier.

The more I looked, the more astonished I became, wondering how much of this liquid my mother had sprayed. I carefully counted, and saw that my mother sprayed about ten times in a row, and then stopped. Afterwards, Mom looked completely exhausted. Her eyes were tightly closed, her brows were furrowed, and her hair was a mess. Apart from faint breathing, she didn't move at all, 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 name twice. Mom seemed extremely tired and only made a soft "hmm" sound through her nostrils as if to respond to me, then she remained motionless, seemingly asleep.

Seeing Mom asleep, I also felt a little sleepy, so I lay down next to her, placing my left hand and thigh on her. I felt my mother's naked body was soft, and it felt so comfortable to press against it. My mind kept replaying everything that had just happened, feeling like it was a dream. I felt both happy and worried, sometimes joyful, sometimes feeling like I had done something wrong. As I thought about it, I fell asleep without realizing it.

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

I got out of bed and looked at the digital clock on the bedside table, only to realize that it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon. I thought Mom must have gone out to buy something again, and I was about to go back to bed when I heard her come in from outside.

For some reason, I suddenly felt a strong urge to hug her; so, disregarding my nakedness, I jumped out of bed and went to the door. There she was, carrying several bags and packages, busy closing the door. I immediately went to her, wanting to help her with her things and give her a hug.

To my surprise, when my mother saw me approaching naked, her attitude completely changed from the affectionate one 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 my mother's icy rebuke. Shocked and utterly disappointed, I almost burst into tears. I suppressed my resentment, opened my travel bag, grabbed a few clothes, and slipped into the bathroom without looking back! I was utterly baffled by my mother's inconsistent attitude, feeling both angry and bewildered.

I washed up and got dressed, but I still felt resentful. So, instead of going out right away, I plopped down on the toilet and started daydreaming aimlessly. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got, feeling like my mom had tricked me!

I sat on the toilet for almost twenty minutes. I had originally wanted to argue with my mom and sit there for another hour or two, but the huge bathroom was just too boring, and I had also done a lot of physical work the night before. Finally, I 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 could vaguely hear 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 at the time, and also hungry, and seeing my mother so engrossed in her phone call, completely oblivious to my feelings... So, after she hung up the phone, she immediately grabbed her purse and said loudly and indignantly, "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 really couldn't understand 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 the whole time. I was about to go crazy from being so bored. 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?" My mother, terrified, immediately pressed me, "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 fight her to the end!"

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! I felt I hadn't done anything wrong, so even though I got slapped, I felt even more justified. So, without giving in, 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 this? You 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 little bit of 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 there's no 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, "When...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 her 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 be that everything is preordained?" Then, she sighed heavily, stared at the ceiling, and slowly said, "Back then, I wronged your father. He left me in anger. 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... very soon, I became someone's mistress."

I originally wanted to ask her what I had wronged my father, but I was afraid of disturbing her. Suppressing my curiosity, I continued listening to her. "Over the years, I've lost count of how many men I've been with. Until two years ago, I met your Aunt Ping by chance; and soon I started dating her!"

I suddenly realized, exclaiming, "Oh, you're dating Aunt Ping? That...that's what they call lesbians in books!"

My mother blushed slightly and whispered, "Yes! Your Aunt Ping and I are lesbians."

Unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I immediately asked my mother, "..." "Don't...don't you like men at all?"

Mom looked around for a moment, her face flushing slightly as she whispered, "No, it's not that. 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 many questions. So, I had no choice but to sit obediently and listen to her continue. "At that time, I was single and didn't have a boss to take care of me; Fengping said her boss was..." A retired high-ranking official, who knew many big bosses, asked if I wanted her to keep an eye out for me, and I said yes. Sure enough, a few days later she said a boss had taken a liking to me. "

I cleverly blurted out, "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 officer, and he'll be picking us up later."

I asked curiously, "Picking 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 meet someone. Tonight..."

She trailed off... 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 at first; 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 sadomasochistic things, and after being with her for a while, I also… I also like being sexually assaulted! Plus, your grandmother happened to be…" I was sick, so I asked Fengping to arrange for me to be with Feng Yunshan.

I finally couldn't help but interject, "So that's how it is! 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 took you to Guangzhou to live with me, and Feng Yunshan gradually became more and more 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 your mother is 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 I was tied up by those five... five men, and they did it to me for a long time. I really couldn't take it, and I almost fainted."

Zhang Anshi and Feng Yunshan injected me with some acupuncture needles; after that, I... I was fine even after they did it until dawn! 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 needles, but instructed me not to tell anyone.

However, I still told Aunt Ping about it. After hearing this, she started secretly observing and eventually 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. "

I probably found it too unbelievable at the time, and my face naturally showed a disbelieving expression. My mother, of course, noticed it too, so she blushed and whispered, 'Last night, I had a drug craving and went to the bathroom to get an injection, and that's why I couldn't help... 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 explain the whole thing to you tonight; and then, I would... go to bed with you.' After saying that, she sighed heavily before continuing, '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 making that drug and told me to hide it. The day before yesterday morning, she suddenly called and said she was going to confront them immediately. She also 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 were still at school and hadn't come back yet. I was so worried and was about to go to the school to find you; but who knew... who knew..."

My mother became more and more heartbroken 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 just as I finished getting dressed, your Aunt Ping suddenly called again. She said that Zhang Anshi and Feng Yunshan had gotten into a fight in her living room! Before I could even ask her 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 line wasn't disconnected, I answered a couple more times, and then I heard Zhang Anshi angrily say in the distance, 'You bitch, you dare to fight back!' Then... then, I heard your Aunt Ping's 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, saying, "Here, wipe your face and rest for a bit."

My mother took the towel from my hand, wiped away the tears on 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 arrived, there were already many police officers downstairs, as well as an ambulance and a large crowd; the scene was quite chaotic. I pushed my way forward and then I saw... I saw Fengping lying on the road, covered in blood!"

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

My mother nodded, patted my hand back, took a deep breath, and said, "At that time, I didn't understand what had happened. My mind was in complete turmoil. 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 body, and Zhang Anshi immediately nodded and shouted, 'It was this crazy woman! She went crazy and killed my friend with a knife! I went to stop her, and she even stabbed me! After she wounded me, she laughed wildly and jumped off the balcony.' I heard Zhang Anshi..." " When Shi said that, I knew he was lying. Actually, he murdered both Feng Yunshan and Feng Ping!"

I heard my mother say that the real culprit was Zhang Anshi, and 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 murder, I was about to go up to the police and tell them the truth. But just then, several very 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 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 a coward. 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, "Wronged 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 testified against him immediately at the scene, whether you could have or not, he wouldn't have dared to do anything to you right away. By hiding like that, Zhang was bolder in dealing 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, I had packed my bags 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. You said that guy surnamed Zhang is so powerful, he'll find us soon!"

My mother sighed 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 to someone 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 fear; therefore, not understanding why his mother said they had contacted the wrong person, he couldn't help but ask her curiously, "How did it go? Did that man surnamed Qu 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 think of a way for 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, seemingly 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 has 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 we could reach an agreement 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 pause again, I thought that the man surnamed Qu's superior 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 that my mother was hesitating and wouldn't continue, I couldn't hold back any longer and urged her, "What does he want? Money?"

My mother lowered her head, took a breath, and then said, "He wants me to hand over the formula for making drugs; and he 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 shock, saying, "What? We'll stay with him?"

My mother, looking quite embarrassed, said, "Yes! He said he'd tried everything in his life, but he'd never tried... never tried being with you two. 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 also promised to give us a share of the money afterwards."

I finally began to understand, but I was still a little skeptical; so I immediately asked my mother, "How do you know he really does?" "Such great ability? That Zhang fellow is rich and powerful, not someone to be trifled with. What if he can't handle him? Wouldn't we be at a huge loss!"

Mom said, "I've thought about that too; so I asked him to demonstrate his abilities to me first before deciding whether to agree. As a result, this morning, Qu Yaozong came to see 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." "Get up!"

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

My mother sighed and said, "I wasn't afraid you would run into Zhang, I was afraid the people Hong Jun sent to monitor you would misunderstand if they saw you go out." "

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

My mother hesitated for a moment before blushing and saying, "Because tonight we...we're going to sleep with him together! That Central Military Commission official surnamed 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 intently and asked, "Mom, I just want to know, if this hadn't happened, would you have slept with me?"

My mother 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, my mother 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, a tall, imposing man in his forties entered. He had a bronze complexion, wore a light brown checkered short-sleeved shirt and dark blue suit trousers, and his face, as muscular as his muscles, was tense. He carried a small black leather bag and strode in.

[To be continued]

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