My mother is an adult novelist.

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Late at night, my mother sat alone in front of her laptop, typing away on the keyboard.

"Mom, aren't you going to sleep yet?"

"Sweetie, you go to sleep first, Mom is going to write a little longer."

My mother is a novelist. Her pen name is Siyu, and her real name is Tian Siqi. She has written many books. Although I am still in high school, I have never read any of my mother's books, but I know that many people like my mother's novels because we often receive letters from her fans.

During holidays, my mother would rent a house in the countryside and live with me there. This rural place was far from the county town where my mother and I lived. My mother said she needed inspiration for her writing, and she found it easier to get inspiration here. I didn't understand what my mother meant by inspiration, but every holiday, I would obediently come to this rural place with my mother.

My mother came over, pulled the blanket up for me, and then went back to her table to continue writing her novel.

I looked at my mother's soft silhouette under the lamplight and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, when I woke up, my mother had already prepared breakfast. While I ate, my mother went out for a walk alone. She said she wanted to see the scenery of the countryside and find some inspiration for her novel.

Every time I come here, my mother does the same thing. She goes out for a walk in the morning and doesn't come back until noon. After preparing lunch for me, she starts writing, sometimes writing straight through until evening. Sometimes she goes out again in the afternoon.

A few times, I wanted to go for a walk with my mother, but she said she needed to be alone and didn't want me to disturb her. My mother raised me alone since I was born. She has never told me who my father is, and I have never asked her. I understand my mother's temper; when she wants to be alone, it's best not to disturb her.

I'm not actually bored being alone in my room. My mom bought me a game console with lots of games to play with. It's just that I've been to this countryside several times, but I've never had the chance to properly appreciate the scenery like my mom does.

Around noon, my mother came back. I don't know when she changed her clothes; the suit she wore when she left in the morning was gone, and now she was wearing a coarse cloth garment. She had also changed her skirt into pants, but she hadn't taken off her stockings. I could see her tender feet clad in stockings peeking out from under her pants. My mother's feet were very beautiful, delicate and tender, and plump. Her toes were faintly visible under the dark stockings, which were very alluring. Although I already knew about men and women, sometimes when I saw my mother's little feet in stockings, I couldn't help myself, and I even had the urge to go up and kiss my mother's tender feet.

"Mom, why did you change your clothes?"

"I left them with Aunt Liu. I borrowed some clothes from her. It's not convenient to wear a skirt here; it's more comfortable to wear coarse cloth."

Aunt Liu, whom Mom was referring to, was a genuine rural woman. She was strong and sturdy, and a skilled farmer. The house we rented belonged to Aunt Liu. Every time Mom came to the countryside from the city, she would bring Aunt Liu some gifts from the city. Aunt Liu would also give us local specialties from the countryside, such as corn and chickens. Sometimes she would even cook farm-style dishes for us. She was a very kind person.

Speaking of Aunt Liu, let me also mention her husband, Liu Dongjia. Aunt Liu didn't originally believe in the surname Liu, but changed it after marrying Liu Dongjia—a custom in the countryside. Liu Dongjia wasn't as robust as Aunt Liu; he was very thin, like a bamboo pole. Unlike Aunt Liu, he didn't do farm work every day. He liked to sit at the doorway, smoking his pipe, occasionally herding the cattle and tending the chickens. He left all the other housework to Aunt Liu.

Mom: "I'm making braised chicken for you today. Aunt Liu gave us one."

"Great!" I was delighted; Mom's braised chicken was the best.

At night, as usual, Mom diligently wrote her novel. Tonight, she seemed particularly inspired, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

Listening to the rhythmic sounds of her typing, I gradually drifted off to sleep.

Some time later, still half-asleep, I vaguely heard a knock at the door. I got up with Mom and went to open it. I squinted slightly and saw the light on the desk was still on, but Mom was gone. I looked towards the door and saw her standing there, seemingly talking to someone. She kept turning back to look at me, as if hesitating about something.

I watched my mother's hazy figure standing by the door, then drifted back to sleep, sleeping soundly until dawn. When I opened my eyes, I saw Aunt Liu placing fragrant steamed buns on the table. I called out to her, and she smiled, "You're awake! Come and try my breakfast."

I got up and went to her side, asking, "Auntie, where's my mother?"

"Your mother is busy; she'll be back around noon."

I replied, then washed my face, brushed my teeth, and ate the breakfast Aunt Liu had prepared. As I stuffed a steamed bun into my mouth, I said to Aunt Liu sitting beside me, "Aunt Liu, could you show me the scenery here? Every time I come, my mother goes to see it by herself and never takes me. I want to see it too."

Aunt Liu laughed and said, "It's the countryside; there's no scenery to speak of. Eat slowly, we'll talk about it after you finish." As she spoke, she handed me a cup of soy milk, which I gulped down, saying to Aunt Liu, "This soy milk is delicious."

"Your mother ground it this morning."

"Huh? I didn't see Mom making soybeans."

Aunt Liu's expression seemed a little embarrassed when she heard my words, but the expression disappeared in an instant. She said, "You hadn't gotten up yet."

After breakfast, I pestered Aunt Liu again to take me outside to see the scenery. Aunt Liu seemed to have no choice but to say to me, "Okay, how about we go see farm work later?"

When I heard that Aunt Liu was willing to take me out, I excitedly said, "Okay, I want to do farm work too."

Aunt Liu patted my head and said, "Silly child, what's so fun about doing farm work?"

We followed Aunt Liu to the fields, where tents were set up and green vegetables and fruits were planted inside.

Aunt Liu led me around for a while, then we went into the tent to do farm work. I followed behind Aunt Liu, watching her and trying to learn. Aunt Liu seemed to see me imitating her quite well, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Me: "Auntie, I need to pee."

"Don't pee in the shed, go outside and find somewhere else to pee."

"Is there a toilet here?"

"You're too small, just pee anywhere. The toilets are dirty, you might fall into the latrine. Let's go outside and find somewhere else."

I listened to Aunt Liu and went outside to find a place to pee, but I really wasn't used to peeing in broad daylight, so I held it in the whole way, trying to find a relatively secluded place. As I walked, I ended up back at Aunt Liu's house. Aunt Liu's house was like a courtyard house in Beijing. My mother and I lived on the east side, Aunt Liu and her family lived on the south side, and the woodshed was on the north side.

My mother and Aunt Liu weren't home, and I didn't know where Liu the landlord had gone; he was probably herding the cattle. I didn't have the key to my room. I saw that the door to the woodshed on the north side was unlocked, so I thought I'd go in and see if I could urinate there. I walked to the door and gently pushed it open, but I heard a faint woman's moan. I was startled and quickly took a step back. I stood there for a while, then mustered my courage and pressed my face closer to the door, listening carefully to the sounds inside. There seemed to be no sound from inside. I thought to myself, "Am I mistaken?" So I pressed my eyes closer to the crack in the door, wanting to see what was inside, but the room was dark, and I couldn't see anything.

I took a deep breath and pushed the door open again.

As the wooden door creaked open, the crack gradually widened, letting in the sunlight. I could see the scene inside: a naked woman with her eyes covered by a black cloth, her hands bound behind her back, hanging inside the room. One of her thighs, bound by a rope, dangled in the air, while her other leg struggled to touch the ground.

"Waaah!" The woman seemed to hear the wooden door open, or perhaps sense someone approaching. She let out a frightened groan. A black cloth covered most of her pretty face, obscuring her features, but I could see a clear stream of fluid flowing from her mons pubis, down her long legs, and onto the ground, forming a large puddle. She had lost control of her bladder.

Standing at the doorway, I was completely at a loss. I had even forgotten why I had come here. My mind was filled with this naked woman, bound by rope. I noticed two wooden clothespins lewdly clipped to her erect nipples.

Who was she? Who was this woman? How did I end up tied up here? Could Aunt Liu and the others be kidnappers? Did they tie this woman up here? A chill ran down my spine at the thought. I slammed the wooden door shut and ran quickly out of the courtyard…

“Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, where are you?”

It was my mother’s voice. My mother had come looking for me. “I’m here! Mom, I’m here!”

Seeing me waving, my mother rushed over and hugged me tightly, saying, “Where have you been, child! Aunt Liu and I were so worried!”

“I! I!” I didn’t know how to explain to my mother; I knew it would be complicated.

It was already evening when Aunt Liu came running towards us carrying a lantern. When I saw Aunt Liu now, I no longer felt that she was kind and friendly. She gave me the feeling of the wolf in the fairy tale.

As night fell, I lay in bed with my mother beside me. She hadn't been writing that night. She gently stroked my forehead and said softly, "Don't run around like that anymore, okay?"

I nodded, but the image of the woman hanging in the woodshed that morning flashed through my mind. I wanted to tell my mother, but she touched my lips with her finger and said, "It's late. We can talk about it tomorrow." With that, she turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness. I snuggled into my mother's arms, hugged her tightly, and drifted off to sleep.

Later that night, I was awakened by a nightmare. I dreamt that my mother and I were tied up by Aunt Liu, who was laughing maniacally, like a demon.

When I was jolted awake by a nightmare, my first instinct was to hug my mother, but she was gone!

A chill ran down my spine! I almost screamed. I sat up and found the door ajar, the surroundings eerily quiet.

I lay back down, pulling the blanket over my head, my mind filled with terror. The nightmare replayed in my mind, and all I wanted was for my mother to come and save me.

After a long while, I couldn't fall back asleep. The door remained open, the wind rustling the wooden door.

I hid under the covers, only daring to peek outside with one eye. Just then, I saw a figure walk in. The room was dark, but I vaguely recognized it as my mother's figure. A faint moonlight shone on her, and she was completely naked, without a single piece of clothing on. Her appearance suddenly reminded me of the woman I had seen hanging by a rope in the woodshed yesterday morning.

My mother walked into the room and gently closed the door. As she turned around, I saw that each of her nipples was held flat by a clothespin.

My mother walked to my side, and I quickly closed my eyes. After a moment, I peeked open them again. I saw my mother walk to the wardrobe with her back to me. She had a camera in her hand. My mother opened the wardrobe door, which had a mirror on it. She opened the door 180 degrees so that the mirror was facing her. Then she squatted down in front of the mirror, spreading her legs wide. I saw that my mother's genitals were as smooth as an egg, without a single hair, just like the European and American women I had seen in pornographic films. I touched them... Similarly, her slightly everted labia were also clamped by a pair of wooden clips. My mother held the camera in one hand and reached between her legs with the other, spreading her wet labia. She pressed the shutter button on the mirror. The camera flashed, and I saw my mother in the mirror, her tongue lolling out wantonly, as if she longed to suck a man's penis. The expression on her face was a mixture of shyness and excitement. I had never seen my mother with such an expression before. Her current appearance made my penis stand erect and hard.

Afterwards, Mom took a few more pictures of herself. She stood up and carefully removed the wooden clips from her nipples and labia. As she removed the clips, she let out a few groans that sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure.

At that moment, I couldn't help but guess that Mom was the naked woman tied up in the woodshed.

Mom removed the clips, held the four clips in her hands, and then put them, along with the camera, into the drawer of her desk.

After Mom put on her pajamas, she lay down beside me. I noticed that her body was warm, and her chest was rising and falling, as if she was having trouble calming down. She lay on the bed for a while, then got up again, went to the desk, turned on the computer, and the keyboard began to click.

The next morning, my mother prepared breakfast for me as she had the day before, and then went out for a walk. After she left, I quickly got up and opened the drawer of her desk. The camera and wooden clips were inside.

I took out the camera, my heart pounding wildly, and it felt like something was stuck in my throat.

I turned on the camera and looked through the photos. I saw many things I had never imagined before. Most of the photos were selfies of my mother, and a few were of her engaging in group sex with men. My mother was lying on the bed, her buttocks sticking out, surrounded by several men. In the next photo, I saw the man closest to my mother writing on her buttocks with a pen. Turning to the next photo, I saw the words "bitch" written in large letters on my mother's raised buttocks.

Seeing this, I couldn't hold back anymore. I felt my pants were about to explode. I reached into my pants and quickly rubbed my throbbing penis while rapidly flipping through the next photo of my mother with my other hand.

I saw the woodshed, and I saw Aunt Liu and Mr. Liu helping to hang my mother there. My mother's expression wasn't one of reluctance; rather, it was as if she was instructing Aunt Liu and Mr. Liu on how to hang herself.

Why did my mother do this...? Why had my mother had relationships with so many men? What kind of woman was my mother?

I ejaculated, my semen filled my pants, leaving a large wet patch on the front...

At noon, my mother came back into the room. I sat on a stool, staring blankly at her as she walked in. Seeing her swaying buttocks as she walked, I recalled the image of my mother squatting on the ground with her bare buttocks and her back to me last night, and my penis became erect again.

My mother cooked lunch for me. She noticed a large wet patch on the front of my pants and asked, "How did you get this?"

Seeing her staring at my crotch, I blushed instantly and quickly explained, "I got splashed with water while washing my hands."

My mother smiled and shook her head, then came over to help me take off my pants. I held onto my underwear with both hands and said to my mother, "I can do it myself."

Seeing my panicked expression, my mother didn't know... Feeling guilty, I laughed and said, "Xiaoyu's grown up, he knows how to be shy now."

I ran to the bedside, turned my back to my mother, and took off my pants. I vigorously wiped the semen stains off them before handing them to her. My mother didn't see my underwear; she didn't know that my underwear was actually wetter than my outer pants. I didn't dare let my mother see my semen-stained underwear, so I kept covering my crotch with my hand.

After washing the pants outside, my mother came back inside and told me to eat by myself while she lay down on the bed to rest. I knew she had been writing late into the night, barely sleeping, and must be exhausted by now.

Seeing my mother fast asleep, I tiptoed to her side. Her body exuded a uniquely feminine fragrance. I had never noticed this scent before, but now it stirred within me an urge to hold her.

My mother's eyes were closed, her breathing even; she seemed to be sleeping soundly. She was wearing the coarse cloth clothes Aunt Liu had lent her, and flesh-colored short stockings. I moved closer to her feet and sniffed deeply. Her feet didn't have the odor of sweaty feet; instead, they smelled like her body—a mature woman's scent. The aroma drew me closer, and suddenly, I mustered my courage and took my mother's toes, hidden beneath her dark stockings, into my mouth. Her toes were soft and supple, and the delicate texture of the stockings made them taste especially delicious. I found myself sucking on them like a baby nursing.

My mother seemed to sense something; she gently pulled her leg back. Startled by her movement, I dared not be any further. I returned to the table, eating the food my mother had prepared while watching my mother sleep in bed.

My mother slept until the afternoon when Mr. Liu came to knock on the door. I was playing video games inside when I heard him knocking, so I ran to open the door. Mr. Liu stood at the door and asked me, "Is your mother home?"

I replied, "My mother is sleeping."

Mr. Liu looked embarrassed when he heard that my mother was sleeping, but then I heard my mother's voice from inside the room: "Who is it?" She seemed to have woken up.

My mother got out of bed, walked to the door, saw Mr. Liu, and gave him a charming smile. Mr. Liu looked at my mother, and his old face turned red.

"Is there something you need?"

"Teacher Tian, are you free right now?"

I had asked my mother why Mr. Liu and Aunt Liu both liked to call her "teacher." My mother said that Mr. Liu and Aunt Liu were both pitiful, having never been to school, and they liked to call people more educated than themselves "teacher.

" My mother replied to Mr. Liu, "I'm free now. I'll come over after I comb my hair."

Mr. Liu agreed, his expression seemingly very happy and excited.

I didn't know what Mr. Liu wanted my mother to do. After closing the door, my mother tidied her hair in front of the mirror, then told me to wait for her inside before leaving.

I peered out the window and saw my mother walk towards Liu Dong's house. A sudden urge to follow surged within me, so after making up my mind, I climbed out of the window and left it slightly ajar. I didn't have the key to the house; I'd have to climb back in through this window later.

I went outside and slowly approached Liu Dong's house. Just as I was about to reach it, the door suddenly opened, and my mother and Liu Dong's husband came out.

I quickly darted into a corner and hid behind a pile of firewood.

Liu Dong's husband led my mother out of the yard, and I immediately followed them.

The village was vast, and Liu Dong's husband led my mother through countless bends before arriving at the front of a courtyard.

I hid behind a low wall not far from them and saw my mother and Mr. Liu standing at the gate of the courtyard. Mr. Liu said something to my mother, and then my mother began to unbutton her clothes, seemingly a little awkward. Mr. Liu stared at my mother intently, and the muscles on his face seemed to be twitching.

The mother took off all her clothes and shoes, handing them to Liu Dongjia. She was now only wearing short stockings. Liu Dongjia took the clothes from her. The mother slowly squatted down, facing the gate to the yard with her naked body. She spread her legs, stood on tiptoe, and thrust her round, upturned buttocks forward. Simultaneously, she reached her hands to her crotch, pinching each of her tender labia and pulling them apart, revealing her wet, exposed vulva.

"Open the door! Open the door!" Liu Dongjia pounded on the wooden gate, the sound echoing loudly.

Soon, a country man, about the same age as Liu Dongjia, opened the door. Several other country men stood beside him, seemingly waiting for Liu Dongjia to arrive.

Liu Dongjia, seeing the men, stood smugly before them and said, "Take a good look! Open your eyes wide!"

The men followed Liu Dongjia's gaze and saw the naked mother squatting on the ground.

They almost simultaneously gaped, seemingly unable to believe what they were seeing.

Mr. Liu spread his palms out to the men and shouted, "See that? Give me the money! Give me the money!"

One of the men swallowed hard as he looked at the mother squatting on the ground and said excitedly, "You...you are Teacher Tian!"

The mother seemed shy and dared not look them in the eye. She turned her pretty face to the side and nodded slightly.

Liu Dongjia said, "Hurry up and give me the money, stop talking nonsense."

"Let me see more clearly!" The man squatted down, his eyes fixed on his mother's naked body, looking down from her chest to her genitals. He pinched her labia with his fingers, pulling them apart. The vaginal opening that was originally hidden between her labia was now completely exposed. Under the man's gaze, the vaginal opening contracted tightly, and a strand of clear mucus flowed from her vaginal cavity, dripping down her buttocks and onto the ground.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and give me the money!" Boss Liu stretched out his hand in front of the group, urging them to pay. The men pulled out coins from their pockets and handed them to Boss Liu. As they paid, their eyes kept darting towards the mother, greedily staring at her naked body.

The man who had been squatting on the ground looking at the mother also took out money from his pocket. Just as he was about to hand the money to Boss Liu, the mother blushed and said, "I participated in your winnings, won't you share some with me?"

The farmer stared blankly at his mother, repeatedly saying, "Yes, yes." Then, as if trying to stuff the money in his hand into his mother's hand...

"I didn't hold it," Mom said, giving the man a flirtatious look. I saw her glance over the men staring at her naked body, her expression slightly smiling because of their dazed looks. I guessed that at that moment, Mom must have thought these honest farmers were even more cowardly than she was.

The farmer held the money, unsure how to hand it to his mother. His mother's gaze was fixed on him, then drifted down to her genitals. The farmer seemed to understand her intention; he coughed heavily, then crumpled the coins into a ball and stuffed it into his mother's vagina.

As she watched him slowly insert the coins, her fingers trembled slightly as she pinched her labia. The moment the coins entered her, she arched her hips to meet them, as if welcoming a man's thrusting.

Mr. Liu, having won the money, hummed a little tune as he walked home with his mother.

Mr. Liu: "Teacher Tian, thank you."

"Don't thank me. Actually, I'm the one who's troubled you more."

"No trouble at all. As long as Teacher Tian is happy, the longer you stay here, the better."

At this moment, Mom had already dressed. Although she was wearing coarse cloth clothes, she didn't look like a rural woman at all. Her fair skin and elegant and beautiful face made people recognize her refined temperament at a glance. Mom walked beside Mr. Liu and chatted with him all the way.

Mr. Liu: "Teacher Tian, I've never been to school and never had the chance to go to the city. There's something I don't understand. Are all the women in your city like you?"

"Like me in what way?"

"Well... like..." Mr. Liu seemed unsure how to express himself. As he spoke, his eyes darted towards his mother's chest.

His mother seemed to understand what Mr. Liu meant and laughed: "As slutty as me?"

"Teacher Tian, what did you say?"

Mom seemed unsure whether Liu Dongjia was pretending not to hear her. She said shyly, "I said I'm shameless."

"What does 'shameless' mean?"

Hearing Liu Dongjia's question, Mom looked at him suspiciously. Seeing his serious expression, which didn't seem like a pretense, she said, "Shameless means promiscuous, shameless."

Upon hearing Mom's explanation, Liu Dongjia paused, swallowing hard.

"Not all women in the city are like me," Mom said. "I guess I'm a bit special."

"Then, Teacher Tian, why do you do this?"

"Well..." Mom's eyes gazed at the sky, her expression thoughtful. The sky was ablaze with colorful clouds; the sun was about to set. Mom let out a long sigh and said, "To find inspiration."

"Inspiration? What is inspiration?"

"Inspiration is a feeling that motivates my writing. I need it."

"Teacher Tian, have you published many books?"

"A few, I suppose."

"What kind of books are they?"

"I write adult novels, specifically stories about sex. If you have the chance, I'll read them to you."

"Okay! Okay! I want to hear it. I'll call the whole village to come and listen to you tell your story."

Hearing Liu Dongjia's words, my mother's expression was a mixture of shyness and a hint of anticipation...

After the sun set behind the mountains, my mother and Liu Dongjia returned to the house. I followed them and climbed into the house through the window before my mother went inside. My mother opened the door, saw me sitting inside, and smiled at me, saying, "Why are you sitting alone? The light isn't on."

"Ah, I forgot."

Mom turned on the light and went into the bathroom in the room. I quietly followed her and saw through the crack in the door that Mom took off her underwear. She inserted two fingers into her vagina and took out the wad of paper that was still stuffed inside. The coins were soft because they were wet with Mom's vaginal fluid. Mom spread the money out, and there were a few coins sandwiched in the middle of the banknotes.

Mom looked at the coins in her hand, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

After Mom came out of the bathroom, she saw me watching TV intently. She went to her desk, took a camera from a drawer, hid it in her hand, and then went back to the bathroom. The moment she went in, I quickly followed, peering through the crack in the door. I saw Mom squatting inside, her left arm outstretched, holding the camera. Pointing the camera at her parted legs, I saw my mother put the coin she had taken out back into her vagina, but not very deeply; only half of it went in, lodged between her labia, protruding from her vagina. She pressed the shutter, capturing the image of her flesh with the coin inside.

After dinner, my mother sat at her desk and began to write, the keyboard clicking away without pause.

It wasn't until this afternoon that I learned that my mother's so-called inspiration was those obscene plays, and that her novels were actually adult novels considered pornographic.

The next day, I woke up at the crack of dawn. I saw Aunt Liu standing at the door, talking quietly to my mother.

"Didn't sleep all night again?"

My mother nodded and said, "I felt like writing a little more."

"Time to grind soybeans for soy milk."

"Okay, I'm coming."

My mother said, going back into the room to close the computer. Then, while taking off her clothes, she followed Aunt Liu out of the house.

I jumped out of bed and ran to the window without even putting on my slippers. I saw that my mother had already taken off her clothes. The morning air was a little chilly. My mother had her arms crossed over her chest and stood with Aunt Liu in the yard. In the middle of the yard was a stone mill.

Aunt Liu said, "This soy milk is usually ground by donkeys. Teacher Tian, you've worked so hard."

Mom replied, "I'm just experiencing life." As she spoke, she bit the wooden stick Aunt Liu handed her. The stick was attached to a rope and tied to the handle of the millstone.

Aunt Liu took a piece of black cloth and put it over Mom's face. I had seen this black cloth before; it was the same black cloth that had covered Mom's face when she was hung in the woodshed that day.

After putting on the black cloth, Mom clenched her teeth on the wooden stick and began to circle around the millstone. The rope of the wooden stick dragged the handle of the millstone, turning it around. Mom, naked and delicate, like a donkey, ground soybeans around the millstone. The white soybeans flowed down from between the millstones, just like the lustful fluid seeping from Mom's lower body.

Aunt Liu picked up a whip made of hemp rope and bamboo pole from the side and lashed it across her mother's upturned buttocks. Her mother let out a soft "ooh," and her small mouth, which was biting the wooden stick, couldn't help but let out a groan that sounded like both pain and pleasure. Aunt Liu stood by, and every time her mother slowed down, Aunt Liu would give her a lash. Her mother's eyes were covered with a black cloth, so she didn't know when Aunt Liu's whip would fall. Moreover, Aunt Liu's whipping was different each time; sometimes it was her buttocks, sometimes her breasts, and sometimes the whip would land on the tender flesh between her two upturned buttocks, or on her erect nipples, making her mother moan softly.

I saw my mother trembling, seemingly wanting to stop several times, but Aunt Liu's merciless whip spurred her to run faster.

My mother ground soybeans in the yard until the sun rose. In the morning sunlight, my mother was covered in fragrant sweat, the sweat glistening like dewdrops in the sunlight.

Aunt Liu fetched a bucket of well water for her mother, boiled it, and let her mother take a bath in the yard. While bathing, her mother seemed to be reliving the scene of grinding soybeans earlier. She inserted the wooden stick that Aunt Liu had given her to bite into into her vagina, thrusting the stick in and out with one hand while pressing her anus with the other. Aunt Liu, who had been by her mother's side, went back to her own room, seemingly embarrassed to watch her mother's lewd act any longer.

My mother reached orgasm while masturbating in the yard. She scooped a large spoonful of water from the bucket and poured it over her from head to toe. She shook her head contentedly, her wet hair scattering in the air. Glistening water droplets, like pearls, fell to the ground in the sunlight. After showering, she put her clothes back on, went back inside, placed the ground soybeans on the table, and then turned and went out to prepare breakfast for me.

I lay in bed, waiting for my mother to call me to get up before I finally got up.

While I was eating breakfast, my mother said she was going for a walk, just like she had a few days ago. By this time, I knew exactly what she was going to do. I saw her out of the house, and the moment I closed the door, I ran to the window and saw her walk into the woodshed on the north side. A short while after she went into the woodshed, I saw Aunt Liu and Mr. Liu follow her in with hemp rope.

After Aunt Liu came out of the woodshed, she went to the fields, and Mr. Liu, carrying a pipe and playing a tune, went out and disappeared. Now, in the large courtyard with four rooms, only my mother and I were left. I opened the door, took a deep breath, and walked towards the woodshed...

I pushed open the wooden door of the woodshed, and the door creaked open.

"Waaah!" Mother groaned, just as I had seen that day. Her face was covered with a black cloth, her hands were bound behind her back with hemp rope, and she was hanging inside the woodshed.

But today, Mother had a small wooden plaque on her chest. The thin rope holding the plaque was connected to wooden clamps that clamped Mother's nipples, causing them to droop downwards due to the weight of the plaque.

I saw five large characters written on the plaque: "Adulterous Woman Tian Siqi." The handwriting seemed to be Mother's own.

Wooden clips were also clipped to my mother's labia, and the clips were connected to the stocking straps. The ends of the stocking straps were connected to metal clips, which were clipped to the lace edges of the stockings that my mother was wearing on her two legs.

One of my mother's legs was suspended in mid-air by a rope, while the toes of her other leg struggled to touch the ground. This method of tying caused her legs to spread apart, one above the other, pulling on the garter straps holding her stockings. The garter straps then pulled on the wooden clips clamped to her labia, tearing her labia apart and causing her vulva to be turned inside out.

The moment I pushed open the door, I saw my mother's bright red vulva contract tightly, dripping with a lot of vaginal fluid.

I stared at my mother's wanton naked body, my heart pounding, my tongue dry.

"Who is it?" My mother seemed to sense someone approaching, and she asked nervously.

I dared not answer, afraid that my mother would recognize my voice. I held my breath, and with trembling hands, I reached out and touched my mother's high breasts. The moment my fingers touched her skin, my mother trembled violently. I knew that my mother must be extremely frightened, but I didn't know if my mother could guess that the person looking at her naked body and touching her breasts was me.

"Is it Mr. Liu? Hmm... is it Aunt Liu..." my mother asked fearfully.

She let out soft moans as I caressed her. I felt her body was very hot, and I saw that her vaginal fluids were flowing more and more, even reaching her inner thighs and trickling down them.

My mother's delicate body writhed wantonly under my caresses, and I found myself gradually losing control. My body pressed closer and closer to my mother's. The feminine scent emanating from her body was so fragrant and strong, like an aphrodisiac, making me crave her body. I wanted it, I wanted my mother. I took out my penis and rubbed the head of my penis against the inside of my mother's thighs.

"Mr. Liu, is that you? No, you can't do this. I'll forgive you, but Aunt Liu will hate me. I don't want to hurt her..." Mom seemed to feel my penis pressing against her inner thigh. She didn't know it was me; she thought it was Mr. Liu. She seemed a little lost.

Mom said no, but I could clearly see her open vagina contracting more and more violently, writhing like a baby's mouth yearning for a pacifier. A strand of glistening love fluid flowed from her vagina, dripping onto my glans. It was warm, retaining Mom's hot body temperature.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed my mother and thrust my penis into her vagina. I wasn't as tall as her, so I greedily licked her neck with my tongue and sucked on her nipples, which were clamped between wooden cuffs.

"Ah... ahh..." My mother cried out loudly the moment I penetrated her. It was a sound that she had suppressed for a long time and was now released all at once. Afraid that people outside would hear, I hurriedly covered my mother's mouth with one hand.

My mother's vaginal canal was wet, slippery, and soft, allowing me to penetrate deeply. Her warm vaginal canal tightly enveloped my penis. This was the feeling of a woman. This was my first time with a woman, and I never imagined that my first woman would be my own mother!

I held my mother in my arms. Under my intense onslaught, my mother's tender foot, which had been touching the ground, could barely touch the ground anymore. My mother's toes curled up tightly, her whole body convulsing with stimulation, her flesh clenching and squeezing to meet my thrusts.

I wanted to kiss my mother, so I released my hand from her mouth and stood on tiptoe, trying to bring my lips close to hers. We kissed deeply, her tongue entwining with mine. At that moment, she was no longer reserved; she seemed to have abandoned reason and was making love to me with abandon, enjoying the pleasure of being with her own son.

"Ouch!"

I suddenly heard a woman's scream from behind. I turned around and was shocked to see Aunt Liu facing us. My mother and I were pressed tightly together, and her vaginal fluids had splashed onto my crotch, soaking a large area.

Aunt Liu's mouth was open, seemingly unable to speak.

The mother seemed to recognize Aunt Liu's voice from before, and she stammered, "Don't...don't blame Mr. Liu...it's...it's me being too...too shameless..." Blindfolded, the mother mistook her for Mr. Liu.

Aunt Liu opened her mouth for a long time, seemingly unable to speak, and only managed a trembling voice: "Teacher Tian...you...your son."

Upon hearing Aunt Liu's words, the mother suddenly shuddered violently, as if struck by lightning.

"Xiao...Xiao Yu..."

Just then, I suddenly felt a rush of ejaculation, and my semen gushed out from the tip of my penis, ejaculating right next to my mother. My mother's hands were bound behind her back with hemp rope, and her vagina, which was clamped around my penis, seemed to feel my hot semen. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, and her buttocks twitched. My mother bit her lip with her upper teeth. Her expression was a mixture of shame, panic, and the thrill of transgression...

Aunt Liu poured a cup of tea for my mother and me, then left the house, closing the door and leaving my mother and me alone in the room.

I lowered my head, looking at the water in the teacup, my heart pounding and my mind a jumbled mess.

After a long pause, it was Mom who spoke first. She said, "Xiaoyu, do you think Mom is a bad woman?"

"No..." I replied immediately, but my head remained lowered, not daring to look up at her.

"Xiaoyu, you didn't do anything wrong. Come on, look up at Mom."

I looked up and saw Mom looking at me kindly. She was still that gentle mother, unchanged.

"Xiaoyu has grown up, he knows he needs a woman now."

Hearing Mom's voice, and recalling what I had just done to her, I suddenly felt incredibly remorseful. My nose stung, and I burst into tears.

Seeing me cry, Mom gently pulled me to her side and let me sit on her lap.

"Xiaoyu, don't cry. Mom doesn't mean to blame you."

"Mmm." I nodded. Mom wiped the tears from my face and said, "Now that you know Mom's secret, how about Mom tells you everything?"

"Mmm."

"Xiaoyu, do you know who your father is?"

"Dad? I don't know." Mom had never mentioned my father to me before. Whenever I asked her, she always kept quiet.

"Actually, Mom doesn't know who your father is either." Mom said, her expression as if recalling the past.

"Why doesn't Mom know who my father is?" I asked.

Mom gave a bitter smile and said, "When I was little, I lived in the countryside like this. I had many brothers. Your grandparents preferred boys and didn't like me. Every day, they made me work in the fields until dark. One night, when I was coming home, I encountered bad people and was kidnapped. They forced me to do many things I didn't like every day. At first, they beat me, but later I got used to it. I could do it myself without their orders, and I even learned..." To please them, I followed those bad uncles for three years. During those three years, you came into my life. They were quite good to you and liked you very much, but they weren't good people. Later, they were all arrested by the police, and I was free. I took you to the city to make a living. At that time, your mother didn't have any skills, so she had to earn money by prostitution. But your mother knew that prostitution wasn't a good profession, so she worked hard to study while prostituting herself."

When your mother said "prostituting herself," she couldn't help but look at me shyly, as if she felt that she had been too explicit.

Mom paused for a moment, then continued, "Days went by, and you grew up. When you were six, Mom finally got a city household registration so you could go to school in the city. I also got my university diploma and no longer had to sell my body to earn money. At that time, Mom found a job at a newspaper, writing articles and publishing stories every day. Gradually, Mom fell in love with writing, so she started writing novels herself."

"So, when did Mom start writing adult novels?"

Hearing my question, Mom's expression changed. She seemed surprised that I knew she was writing adult novels. Seeing her astonished look, I honestly told her about secretly following her for the past few days.

After hearing my account, Mom's expression was a mix of embarrassment, shame, and helplessness. She gave a wry smile and said to me, "I didn't expect you to see it all."

"Mom, I was wrong."

Mom stroked my head and said, "It's Mom's fault." She continued, "Mom is lonely living alone. Sometimes I even miss the days when I was with those bad people. Although they liked to abuse Mom, Mom's life was fulfilling back then, and Mom's body seemed to have gotten used to that way of life." As Mom said this, I saw her expression become a little awkward, her cheeks turned red, and even her breath seemed hot.

My mother picked up her water glass, took a sip of cool water, and let out a long sigh, seemingly calming herself down. She said, "I couldn't find a way to vent, and my body felt increasingly unwell, like I was getting sick. But I couldn't think of a solution, so I secretly went back to being a prostitute. Back then, I worked at a newspaper during the day and slept with different men at night. That's how I felt this emptiness." The feeling gradually faded. When my mother was working as a prostitute, she met a man named Bin Ge. He was a regular customer. He said I was very skilled at having fun, so he often sought me out. That man ran an SM club, and he asked if I wanted to try being a sex slave there.

"Sex slave! Mom, have you ever been a sex slave?" I exclaimed in surprise.

My mother seemed somewhat embarrassed and said, "Would you despise your mother?"

"No, Mom will always be the person I love most."

Hearing my affirmative answer, Mom's expression was a mixture of relief and gratitude. She said somewhat excitedly, "Xiaoyu is also the person Mom loves most." Then, Mom continued her story, saying, "Brother Bin wanted me to be a sex slave at his club. I hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't resist my curiosity and went there once. But unexpectedly, after going once, I became attached to that place. I went a few more times, and eventually found myself addicted." "

Addicted? Mom really liked that place?"

"I do like it a little, but more than that, Mom can't live without the physical stimulation it gives me. The people there are really good at playing with me, and every time they make me feel like I'm in heaven. If I don't go for a few days in a row, I feel itchy like I've applied medicine." When Mom said this, she seemed to suddenly come back to her senses. She said shyly, "How come you're talking nonsense again? Xiaoyu, don't listen to Mom's nonsense. You can't go to that kind of place, okay?"

I couldn't imagine what the SM club Mom was talking about was like. Mom told me not to go, which made me even more curious. I thought to myself, I must ask Mom to take me there once in the future.

My mother said, "After that, I agreed to become a sex slave at the SM club. Being a sex slave felt like being treated like a toy. The customers who came to the club liked to torture my body, and my body liked that feeling too." When my mother said this, she smiled somewhat proudly. She said to me, "Don't look down on me just because I'm older than some women. I'm the most popular sex slave in Brother Bin's club. There are way more men who like to play with me than those young women."

"Why do men like Mom so much?"

When Mom heard my question, she seemed to hesitate for a moment, then looked me straight in the eye and said, as if gathering her courage, "Because Mom is sexy, shameless, and promiscuous enough. She's the most shameless whore in the club." Mom said this in one breath, making me feel like I wasn't the first person to hear her say this. It seemed like Mom had said this to many people. I guessed that most of the men who came to the club had heard Mom describe themselves in this way.

My mother said, "Ever since I became a sex slave at the club, I stopped being a prostitute. I go to work at Brother Bin's club at night, working as an SM sex slave. I also write adult novels because of Brother Bin; he helps me publish them."

"Mom, can I read your novels?"

Hearing that I wanted to read her novels, my mother's expression became shy. She said, "Those are all very vulgar stories."

"I want to read them."

My mother hesitated for a moment, then let me get off her, got up and walked to the desk, and opened the laptop. I had never looked at my mother's computer before; it was always locked.

I followed my mother to the computer, and I saw that the desktop background was a pornographic picture of my mother herself. My mother was half-naked, with a pair of large breasts hanging in front of her chest. A thin silver needle was pierced through her two erect nipples and placed horizontally between them. A chain was hung in the middle of the silver needle, and the chain was connected to handcuffs on my mother's hands. My mother held the back of her head with both hands, and she stuck out her tongue like a puppy. The expression on her face seemed to be both pain and pleasure.

My mother was wearing nearly transparent flesh-colored pantyhose, inside which were two large vibrating dildos, one inserted into her parted labia and the other into her everted anus. She was squatting on the ground with her legs spread apart, her delicate feet, encased in the pantyhose, straining to rise. Although the photo was still, I could almost feel her legs trembling.

She opened a folder containing two neatly arranged files, all novels she had written. Most of the novels had different titles, and only a few seemed to be divided into two parts.

My mother randomly clicked on a book titled "Bitch Mother," and I leaned closer to read it carefully.

The first page was the preface, in which my mother wrote: "Bitch Mother is not a book; what I want to write about is a person, and that person is myself. I often feel conflicted. During the day, my son calls me Mother, and he respects me. At night, I am led around like a bitch, crawling on the ground. They think I am despicable. Some say that someone like me is not worthy of being a mother, while others say that I am great, leaving the glorious side of motherhood to my son while bearing the humiliation of being a bitch. Actually, I want to say that I can be a mother, but I prefer being a bitch."

My mother clicked the mouse and turned to the next page.

I saw my mother's photo printed on the book. My mother told me that her books were all illustrated, and I then understood why she always took selfies—it was for publishing books.

In the photo, my mother was wearing a trench coat, as if it were taken in winter.

My mother said, "Do you remember? This is your first parent-teacher conference when you were in middle school. I wore this coat to your school that day."

As I listened to my mother's story, I looked at the text of the novel on the computer screen.

That day, the parent-teacher meeting was scheduled for the evening. Normally, Mom would go to Bin's club as a sex slave at night. That day, Mom asked Bin for leave, but he refused, because many customers liked to play with her, and most people who came to the club were looking for her. So, at Bin's arrangement, Mom chose to take a day off in lieu of her usual workday.

That day, as Bin instructed, Mom went to the club at noon to serve the customers, and was told she would work until 6 pm.

On a large bed in the club room,

"I...I'm sorry...I...I'm running out of time..."

The mother was being held by two men, one in front and one behind. Their penises were thrusting into her two vaginal openings. The mother stared at the wall clock, moaning and pleading with the two men who were playing with her body.

But the men ignored her pleas. One of the men took a thin needle from a box beside the bed, placed his finger on the mother's clitoris between her labia, parted the clitoral foreskin, and thrust the needle into her swollen clitoris.

"Ah!" Mother wailed, instinctively arching her body. Just then, the man behind her suddenly grabbed the thin chain piercing her nipples, preventing her from arching forward. The pain emanating from her clitoris and nipples left her helpless and frozen in mid-air.

One of the two guests, holding Mother's nipple chain, and the other grabbing her plump, round buttocks, violently thrust into her vagina and anus, pouring their semen into her hot, wet cavity.

The phone on the bedside table rang. The hostess asked the guests if they wanted to extend their time. The two guests withdrew their penises from Mom's body one after the other. After they were done, they didn't seem to want to pay the bill. They told the hostess they wanted to extend their time.

Mom seemed a little exhausted from the two men. She lay on the bed, panting softly. Between her slightly upturned buttocks, the tender flesh of her vulva and anus still seemed to twitch with lingering sensation. Semen flowed from between her two orifices onto the bed.

Man: "Give us two more hours."

Mother: "I'm sorry... I can't add any more, I have things to do."

Hearing that his mother seemed to be leaving, the man said unhappily: "Does a sex slave have the right to refuse?"

The mother was speechless, she was speechless after being stung by the man's words.

The other man asked, "Why the rush? Where are you going?"

The mother replied, "I'm going to my son's parent-teacher conference today."

"Parent-teacher conference?" The two men exchanged glances, then one of them suddenly smiled and said to the mother, "Then we'll go with you."

The mother's expression changed upon seeing the man's malicious smile, and she said, "No...no need."

The man ignored her and dialed a hostess's number, paying for her to go out with him.

The two men drove the mother to the school.

It was already dark, but lights were on in the classroom windows.

Two men got out of the car one after the other. One of them was holding a chain. He stood by the car door and tugged at the chain. A moment later, a naked woman crawled out of the car. It was Mom.

"We...we'll be found out," Mom stammered, her body curled up nervously on the ground, perhaps because of the cold winter air, or perhaps because of her shameful state.

The man led Mom to the school gate. There were usually security guards at the school gate, but luckily, there seemed to be no one in the guardhouse that day. Mom said she only saw that the lights in the guardhouse were off; she didn't know if anyone was there or not. She was so nervous that her vision blurred.

The man ordered his mother to lie face down in front of the school gate, then made her raise one leg and urinate like a male dog at the school entrance. At first, the mother couldn't accept the man's demand that she urinate in front of the school gate, but she quickly realized she had no choice. The man squatted down, grabbed one of her legs, and lifted it up. Then he reached between her legs and rubbed her urethra with his fingers. Soon, the mother felt she couldn't hold back any longer. The man had given her a lot of water in the car, and now, under the stimulation of his fingers, a trickle of urine... The urine gushed out of my mother's urethra in a torrent. When the man saw my mother start urinating, he laughed, stood up, and took two steps back, releasing his grip on my mother's ankle. However, my mother, still on the ground, was urinating like a male dog in front of my school gate, with one leg raised.

The man led my mother into the school, walking on either side of her. My mother was now wearing a trench coat, and her steps were somewhat unsteady, but she still tried her best to put on an indifferent expression. Her beautiful face and tall figure made many men stop and stare as they passed by.

Seeing this, I vaguely remembered a parent-teacher conference in middle school where two unfamiliar uncles came to the school with my mother, but I couldn't remember what they looked like.

My mother entered the classroom accompanied by the two uncles. She was the last to arrive. After entering the classroom, she nodded apologetically to the teacher speaking on the podium, then waved to me, who was sitting in the front row. My mother walked to the last row of the classroom, where there were chairs for parents. The other parents were all seated, but my mother looked at the seats without sitting down, instead standing beside them.

My mother wasn't alone when she entered the classroom; she was accompanied by two men. This made many parents look at my mother strangely, seemingly unable to figure out the relationship between these two men and my mother.

I asked my mother, "Why didn't you sit in a seat back then?"

My mother, sitting at the desk, blushed and didn't answer. She clicked the mouse, and the book quickly turned to the next page.

On the next page, a photo of the mother appeared. She had unbuttoned her trench coat, and through the opening, one could see that she was wearing only a black, transparent, revealing bodysuit underneath. A thong hung from her crotch, inside which were two black vibrators, one inserted into her vulva and the other into her anus, rotating. The chains that had been inserted into her nipples at the club were now visible on her chest, along with the thin needle, which was inserted straight into her swollen clitoris, which was exposed from its foreskin. A man's hand was touching the end of the needle, as if he was pushing it deeper into her clitoris.

The parents around my mother were completely oblivious to what was happening on her side; they were all intently watching what the teacher was writing on the blackboard.

My mother explained to me, "It's not that I didn't want to sit, but my legs were killing me, and I had a vibrator inserted in my anus and urethra, so I couldn't sit at all."

My mother was attending the parent-teacher meeting for me while being played with by men. However, she barely heard what the teacher was saying that time. Fortunately, I was very sensible and wrote down everything the teacher said in my notebook, then recounted it to my mother when I got home.

Looking at the photo of my mother in the classroom, I said to her, "Mom, you're so bold."

Hearing my praise, my mother blushed and smiled, her expression a mixture of shyness and delight. She said to me, "Don't you think Mom is a pervert?"

I shook my head and said, "I like Mom like this."

Hearing my words, my mother couldn't help but kiss me on the cheek, then said, "Mom likes Xiaoyu too."

"Mom had a misconception when writing this story," my mother said, then suddenly paused, as if realizing she had said something wrong.

I asked, "What illusion?"

"Nothing..."

I knew my mother had something to say, but I was too shy to speak, so I kept pestering her, "Tell me quickly." I liked hearing my mother say exciting things.

Seeing my curious expression, my mother pursed her lips and whispered, "Back then, I mistakenly thought that the people who were playing with my body were your classmate's parents. They all knew that I wasn't a good woman, and they bullied me together during parent-teacher meetings. They even spoke ill of me in front of your classmate, saying that I was a prostitute who could be used at will." By the end, my mother's voice was barely audible. Hearing my mother's words, my erect penis throbbed as if it was about to burst through my pants.

Just then, I felt my mother's hand on my crotch, gently pressing down. My mother's head was very close to mine, and I could smell the warm, feminine scent of her breath. I said, "Mom, I want you."

When my mother heard what I said, she kissed me on the lips without hesitation, then hugged me and pressed me down...

The long vacation passed by in a flash, and my mother and I were going back. My mother promised Liu Dong's family that during the next long vacation, she would come to the village to read adult novels to the men. If they like it, as long as the women in the village don't blame my mother, my mother can let those who want her play with her like in the novel.

Upon hearing his mother's words, Mr. Liu's face flushed red, but he kept waving his hands. He said to his mother, "That won't do, Teacher Tian. You're a writer from the city, how can you give us roughnecks money?"

When Mr. Liu mentioned money, his throat became hoarse as if a walnut was stuck in it, and his old face turned purplish-red. His eyes involuntarily glanced at his mother's lower body.

His mother had changed back into the suit she had worn when she arrived. She looked proper and elegant. She wore a white shirt with a small jacket over it, and a beige skirt with flesh-colored pantyhose underneath.

The mother said, "What's with all this talk about being a rough person? I'm happy to have you two, the children." She deliberately emphasized the word "rural," as if she wanted Liu Dongjia to hear it, as if to show that she didn't mean to look down on country folk.

Liu Dongjia nodded excitedly upon hearing his mother's words.

Aunt Liu said to me, "Xiaoyu, when you get back, listen to your mother and don't be naughty, okay?"

I obediently nodded. Aunt Liu stuffed a large bag of boiled corn into my hand and said, "Eat this on the way."

When my mother saw Aunt Liu giving me something, she quickly said to Aunt Liu, "Aunt Liu, how can I accept this?"

Aunt Liu said, "A little corn is nothing. It's a gift from you, it's nothing."

Seeing Aunt Liu's insistence, my mother patted my head and said, "Quickly thank Aunt Liu."

I said, "Thank you, Aunt Liu."

Aunt Liu laughed heartily.

Aunt Liu and Mr. Liu saw us off all the way to the village entrance. When we arrived, we saw several men running towards us. Mr. Liu was surprised to see them and asked, "What brings you here?"

One of the men, panting, said, "We came to see Teacher Tian off. Teacher Tian, you left without saying goodbye. We almost missed you."

I recognized these men as the ones who had gambled with Mr. Liu that day. They had all lost their money to my mother.

The mother seemed to recognize them and said, "I'm so sorry to have made you come all this way."

One of the men said, "Teacher Tian, next time you come to the village, stay at our house. Our yard is quite big, and I guarantee you'll be comfortable." This man was the one who had slipped the money into the mother's purse that day.

"Then I'll have to trouble you," the mother said.

The man chuckled and said, "If Teacher Tian is willing to come, I, Wang Shen, will be overjoyed. I'll slaughter a pig for Teacher Tian and my son to make them some nourishment."

Liu Dongjia said, "You talk a good game, but I'll see you bring the pig."

Hearing Liu Dongjia's words, Wang Shen said, "I'll go and bring the pig right now." He turned around, but his mother quickly grabbed his arm and said, "Don't go, don't go, I believe you."

Hearing his mother's words, Wang Shen turned back. He looked at his mother's pretty face, which was beaming with a happy smile.

My mother held my hand, and we walked out of the village, watching Aunt Liu, Liu Dongjia, Wang Shen, and a few others. We headed towards the bus station in the city. After walking a distance with my mother, I turned around and saw them still standing there. When Wang Shen saw my mother turn around, he excitedly waved to her.

At this moment, Mom handed me the backpack on her shoulder, then turned around and ran a few steps closer to where Wang Shen and the others were standing. Suddenly, she lifted her skirt, revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her buttocks were completely bare, covered only by flesh-colored pantyhose. Two wooden clips were clamped between her hairless labia. Mom thrust her hips towards them and shouted to the men, "Next time you come, I'll give you a Japanese baby!"

We had to take a long-distance bus back to the city. When we arrived at the station, Mom bought the tickets, and we sat on the seats in the waiting room, waiting for the bus to depart.

Mom asked, "Xiaoyu, did you have a good time during this long holiday?"

Without thinking, I replied, "Yes, it was much more fun than when we came before."

Hearing this, Mom smiled and playfully scolded me, "You naughty boy, when did you become so naughty?"

I asked, puzzled, "How am I naughty?"

Mom said, "When you say it was much more fun, do you mean Mom was fun?"

I was surprised and said, "No, no..." "No, I didn't mean that."

Seeing my innocent look, Mom seemed to sense I wasn't lying. She said, "Mom's bad, Mom's overthinking it."

I said, "Mom's not bad at all, I'm happiest when I play with Mom."

Hearing this, Mom quickly made a shushing gesture, then shyly glanced around, as if checking if anyone had overheard our conversation.

A man sitting there, who seemed to be waiting for the bus like us, couldn't help but glance at Mom when I said "play with Mom." He seemed to notice how beautiful she was, and his gaze lingered on her for several seconds.

I leaned close to my mother's ear and asked, "Mom, are those wooden clips still clipped to your sides?"

Hearing this, my mother blushed slightly, as if embarrassed. I looked at her, and she nodded gently.

I leaned closer again and whispered, "Do you dare show your tears to someone else?" As I said this, I noticed my mother shift slightly, then she nervously pressed her ear against mine and asked, "Who will I show them to?"

I looked at my mother, my eyes glancing at the man sitting beside me.

My mother seemed hesitant. After a while, she suddenly handed me her shoulder bag, then got up and walked to the seat opposite the man, sitting down in the same spot.

When I saw my mother sit down, the man's gaze followed her, secretly watching her.

My mother sat opposite the man, seemingly sensing his gaze. She glanced in my direction, and I nodded affirmatively, then secretly gave her a thumbs-up. My mother found my encouraging gesture amusing, but she held it in. I saw her gently stroke her hair, pretending to be nonchalant, but I knew she was just as nervous as I was.

My mother sat opposite the man for a while, and his gaze kept drifting towards her, his eyes repeatedly landing between her legs, which peeked out from under her skirt.

At this moment, I saw my mother slightly part her legs. Her pretty face was turned to the side, her gaze wandering, as if she dared not look at the man, or as if she did not notice that the man opposite her was staring intently at her legs that were about to part. I saw my mother's legs spread wider and wider until the man could see the spring scenery under her skirt. My mother's smooth flesh, covered by flesh-colored pantyhose, had two wooden clips on each of her labia. The clips were tightly attached to the crotch of the pantyhose, clamping my mother's labia, which were spread apart on the left and right. The tender red flesh hole under the transparent pantyhose opened and closed, exuding lustful fluid.

I saw the man's expression; he seemed stunned, his entire body frozen in place.

Suddenly, without waiting for the man's reaction, my mother abruptly stood up from her chair, took a few steps towards me, grabbed my hand, and ran.

Late at night, my mother sat alone in front of her laptop, typing away on the keyboard.

"Mom, aren't you going to sleep yet?"

"Sweetie, you go to sleep first. Mom is going to write a little longer."

My mother is a novelist. Her pen name is Siyu, and her real name is Tian Siqi. She has written many books. Although I am still in high school, I have never read any of my mother's books. But I know that many people like my mother's novels because we often receive letters from my mother's fans.

During holidays, my mother would rent a house in the countryside and live with me there. This rural place was far from the county town where my mother and I lived. My mother said she needed inspiration for her writing, and she found it easier to get inspiration here. I didn't understand what my mother meant by inspiration, but every holiday, I would obediently come to this rural place with my mother.

My mother came over, pulled the blanket up for me, and then went back to her table to continue writing her novel.

I looked at my mother's soft silhouette under the lamplight and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, when I woke up, my mother had already prepared breakfast. While I ate, my mother went out for a walk alone. She said she wanted to see the scenery of the countryside and find some inspiration for her novel.

Every time I come here, my mother does the same thing. She goes out for a walk in the morning and doesn't come back until noon. After preparing lunch for me, she starts writing, sometimes writing straight through until evening. Sometimes she goes out again in the afternoon.

A few times, I wanted to go for a walk with my mother, but she said she needed to be alone and didn't want me to disturb her. My mother raised me alone since I was born. She has never told me who my father is, and I have never asked her. I understand my mother's temper; when she wants to be alone, it's best not to disturb her.

I'm not actually bored being alone in my room. My mom bought me a game console with lots of games to play with. It's just that I've been to this countryside several times, but I've never had the chance to properly appreciate the scenery like my mom does.

Around noon, my mother came back. I don't know when she changed her clothes; the suit she wore when she left in the morning was gone, and now she was wearing a coarse cloth garment. She had also changed her skirt into pants, but she hadn't taken off her stockings. I could see her tender feet clad in stockings peeking out from under her pants. My mother's feet were very beautiful, delicate and tender, and plump. Her toes were faintly visible under the dark stockings, which were very alluring. Although I already knew about men and women, sometimes when I saw my mother's little feet in stockings, I couldn't help myself, and I even had the urge to go up and kiss my mother's tender feet.

"Mom, why did you change your clothes?"

"I left them with Aunt Liu. I borrowed some clothes from her. It's not convenient to wear a skirt here; it's more comfortable to wear coarse cloth."

Aunt Liu, whom Mom was referring to, was a genuine rural woman. She was strong and sturdy, and a skilled farmer. The house we rented belonged to Aunt Liu. Every time Mom came to the countryside from the city, she would bring Aunt Liu some gifts from the city. Aunt Liu would also give us local specialties from the countryside, such as corn and chickens. Sometimes she would even cook farm-style dishes for us. She was a very kind person.

Speaking of Aunt Liu, let me also mention her husband, Liu Dongjia. Aunt Liu didn't originally believe in the surname Liu, but changed it after marrying Liu Dongjia—a custom in the countryside. Liu Dongjia wasn't as robust as Aunt Liu; he was very thin, like a bamboo pole. Unlike Aunt Liu, he didn't do farm work every day. He liked to sit at the doorway, smoking his pipe, occasionally herding the cattle and tending the chickens. He left all the other housework to Aunt Liu.

Mom: "I'm making braised chicken for you today. Aunt Liu gave us one."

"Great!" I was delighted; Mom's braised chicken was the best.

At night, as usual, Mom diligently wrote her novel. Tonight, she seemed particularly inspired, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

Listening to the rhythmic sounds of her typing, I gradually drifted off to sleep.

Some time later, still half-asleep, I vaguely heard a knock at the door. I got up with Mom and went to open it. I squinted slightly and saw the light on the desk was still on, but Mom was gone. I looked towards the door and saw her standing there, seemingly talking to someone. She kept turning back to look at me, as if hesitating about something.

I watched my mother's hazy figure standing by the door, then drifted back to sleep, sleeping soundly until dawn. When I opened my eyes, I saw Aunt Liu placing fragrant steamed buns on the table. I called out to her, and she smiled, "You're awake! Come and try my breakfast."

I got up and went to her side, asking, "Auntie, where's my mother?"

"Your mother is busy; she'll be back around noon."

I replied, then washed my face, brushed my teeth, and ate the breakfast Aunt Liu had prepared. As I stuffed a steamed bun into my mouth, I said to Aunt Liu sitting beside me, "Aunt Liu, could you show me the scenery here? Every time I come, my mother goes to see it by herself and never takes me. I want to see it too."

Aunt Liu laughed and said, "It's the countryside; there's no scenery to speak of. Eat slowly, we'll talk about it after you finish." As she spoke, she handed me a cup of soy milk, which I gulped down, saying to Aunt Liu, "This soy milk is delicious."

"Your mother ground it this morning."

"Huh? I didn't see Mom making soybeans."

Aunt Liu's expression seemed a little embarrassed when she heard my words, but the expression disappeared in an instant. She said, "You hadn't gotten up yet."

After breakfast, I pestered Aunt Liu again to take me outside to see the scenery. Aunt Liu seemed to have no choice but to say to me, "Okay, how about we go see farm work later?"

When I heard that Aunt Liu was willing to take me out, I excitedly said, "Okay, I want to do farm work too."

Aunt Liu patted my head and said, "Silly child, what's so fun about doing farm work?"

We followed Aunt Liu to the fields, where tents were set up and green vegetables and fruits were planted inside.

Aunt Liu led me around for a while, then we went into the tent to do farm work. I followed behind Aunt Liu, watching her and trying to learn. Aunt Liu seemed to see me imitating her quite well, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Me: "Auntie, I need to pee."

"Don't pee in the shed, go outside and find somewhere else to pee."

"Is there a toilet here?"

"You're too small, just pee anywhere. The toilets are dirty, you might fall into the latrine. Let's go outside and find somewhere else."

I listened to Aunt Liu and went outside to find a place to pee, but I really wasn't used to peeing in broad daylight, so I held it in the whole way, trying to find a relatively secluded place. As I walked, I ended up back at Aunt Liu's house. Aunt Liu's house was like a courtyard house in Beijing. My mother and I lived on the east side, Aunt Liu and her family lived on the south side, and the woodshed was on the north side.

My mother and Aunt Liu weren't home, and I didn't know where Liu the landlord had gone; he was probably herding the cattle. I didn't have the key to my room. I saw that the door to the woodshed on the north side was unlocked, so I thought I'd go in and see if I could urinate there. I walked to the door and gently pushed it open, but I heard a faint woman's moan. I was startled and quickly took a step back. I stood there for a while, then mustered my courage and pressed my face closer to the door, listening carefully to the sounds inside. There seemed to be no sound from inside. I thought to myself, "Am I mistaken?" So I pressed my eyes closer to the crack in the door, wanting to see what was inside, but the room was dark, and I couldn't see anything.

I took a deep breath and pushed the door open again.

As the wooden door creaked open, the crack gradually widened, letting in the sunlight. I could see the scene inside: a naked woman with her eyes covered by a black cloth, her hands bound behind her back, hanging inside the room. One of her thighs, bound by a rope, dangled in the air, while her other leg struggled to touch the ground.

"Waaah!" The woman seemed to hear the wooden door open, or perhaps sense someone approaching. She let out a frightened groan. A black cloth covered most of her pretty face, obscuring her features, but I could see a clear stream of fluid flowing from her mons pubis, down her long legs, and onto the ground, forming a large puddle. She had lost control of her bladder.

Standing at the doorway, I was completely at a loss. I had even forgotten why I had come here. My mind was filled with this naked woman, bound by rope. I noticed two wooden clothespins lewdly clipped to her erect nipples.

Who was she? Who was this woman? How did I end up tied up here? Could Aunt Liu and the others be kidnappers? Did they tie this woman up here? A chill ran down my spine at the thought. I slammed the wooden door shut and ran quickly out of the courtyard…

“Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, where are you?”

It was my mother’s voice. My mother had come looking for me. “I’m here! Mom, I’m here!”

Seeing me waving, my mother rushed over and hugged me tightly, saying, “Where have you been, child! Aunt Liu and I were so worried!”

“I! I!” I didn’t know how to explain to my mother; I knew it would be complicated.

It was already evening when Aunt Liu came running towards us carrying a lantern. When I saw Aunt Liu now, I no longer felt that she was kind and friendly. She gave me the feeling of the wolf in the fairy tale.

As night fell, I lay in bed with my mother beside me. She hadn't been writing that night. She gently stroked my forehead and said softly, "Don't run around like that anymore, okay?"

I nodded, but the image of the woman hanging in the woodshed that morning flashed through my mind. I wanted to tell my mother, but she touched my lips with her finger and said, "It's late. We can talk about it tomorrow." With that, she turned off the light, plunging the room into darkness. I snuggled into my mother's arms, hugged her tightly, and drifted off to sleep.

Later that night, I was awakened by a nightmare. I dreamt that my mother and I were tied up by Aunt Liu, who was laughing maniacally, like a demon.

When I was jolted awake by a nightmare, my first instinct was to hug my mother, but she was gone!

A chill ran down my spine! I almost screamed. I sat up and found the door ajar, the surroundings eerily quiet.

I lay back down, pulling the blanket over my head, my mind filled with terror. The nightmare replayed in my mind, and all I wanted was for my mother to come and save me.

After a long while, I couldn't fall back asleep. The door remained open, the wind rustling the wooden door.

I hid under the covers, only daring to peek outside with one eye. Just then, I saw a figure walk in. The room was dark, but I vaguely recognized it as my mother's figure. A faint moonlight shone on her, and she was completely naked, without a single piece of clothing on. Her appearance suddenly reminded me of the woman I had seen hanging by a rope in the woodshed yesterday morning.

My mother walked into the room and gently closed the door. As she turned around, I saw that each of her nipples was held flat by a clothespin.

My mother walked to my side, and I quickly closed my eyes. After a moment, I peeked open them again. I saw my mother walk to the wardrobe with her back to me. She had a camera in her hand. My mother opened the wardrobe door, which had a mirror on it. She opened the door 180 degrees so that the mirror was facing her. Then she squatted down in front of the mirror, spreading her legs wide. I saw that my mother's genitals were as smooth as an egg, without a single hair, just like the European and American women I had seen in pornographic films. I touched them... Similarly, her slightly everted labia were also clamped by a pair of wooden clips. My mother held the camera in one hand and reached between her legs with the other, spreading her wet labia. She pressed the shutter button on the mirror. The camera flashed, and I saw my mother in the mirror, her tongue lolling out wantonly, as if she longed to suck a man's penis. The expression on her face was a mixture of shyness and excitement. I had never seen my mother with such an expression before. Her current appearance made my penis stand erect and hard.

Afterwards, Mom took a few more pictures of herself. She stood up and carefully removed the wooden clips from her nipples and labia. As she removed the clips, she let out a few groans that sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure.

At that moment, I couldn't help but guess that Mom was the naked woman tied up in the woodshed.

Mom removed the clips, held the four clips in her hands, and then put them, along with the camera, into the drawer of her desk.

After Mom put on her pajamas, she lay down beside me. I noticed that her body was warm, and her chest was rising and falling, as if she was having trouble calming down. She lay on the bed for a while, then got up again, went to the desk, turned on the computer, and the keyboard began to click.

The next morning, my mother prepared breakfast for me as she had the day before, and then went out for a walk. After she left, I quickly got up and opened the drawer of her desk. The camera and wooden clips were inside.

I took out the camera, my heart pounding wildly, and it felt like something was stuck in my throat.

I turned on the camera and looked through the photos. I saw many things I had never imagined before. Most of the photos were selfies of my mother, and a few were of her engaging in group sex with men. My mother was lying on the bed, her buttocks sticking out, surrounded by several men. In the next photo, I saw the man closest to my mother writing on her buttocks with a pen. Turning to the next photo, I saw the words "bitch" written in large letters on my mother's raised buttocks.

Seeing this, I couldn't hold back anymore. I felt my pants were about to explode. I reached into my pants and quickly rubbed my throbbing penis while rapidly flipping through the next photo of my mother with my other hand.

I saw the woodshed, and I saw Aunt Liu and Mr. Liu helping to hang my mother there. My mother's expression wasn't one of reluctance; rather, it was as if she was instructing Aunt Liu and Mr. Liu on how to hang herself.

Why did my mother do this...? Why had my mother had relationships with so many men? What kind of woman was my mother?

I ejaculated, my semen filled my pants, leaving a large wet patch on the front...

At noon, my mother came back into the room. I sat on a stool, staring blankly at her as she walked in. Seeing her swaying buttocks as she walked, I recalled the image of my mother squatting on the ground with her bare buttocks and her back to me last night, and my penis became erect again.

My mother cooked lunch for me. She noticed a large wet patch on the front of my pants and asked, "How did you get this?"

Seeing her staring at my crotch, I blushed instantly and quickly explained, "I got splashed with water while washing my hands."

My mother smiled and shook her head, then came over to help me take off my pants. I held onto my underwear with both hands and said to my mother, "I can do it myself."

Seeing my panicked expression, my mother didn't know... Feeling guilty, I laughed and said, "Xiaoyu's grown up, he knows how to be shy now."

I ran to the bedside, turned my back to my mother, and took off my pants. I vigorously wiped the semen stains off them before handing them to her. My mother didn't see my underwear; she didn't know that my underwear was actually wetter than my outer pants. I didn't dare let my mother see my semen-stained underwear, so I kept covering my crotch with my hand.

After washing the pants outside, my mother came back inside and told me to eat by myself while she lay down on the bed to rest. I knew she had been writing late into the night, barely sleeping, and must be exhausted by now.

Seeing my mother fast asleep, I tiptoed to her side. Her body exuded a uniquely feminine fragrance. I had never noticed this scent before, but now it stirred within me an urge to hold her.

My mother's eyes were closed, her breathing even; she seemed to be sleeping soundly. She was wearing the coarse cloth clothes Aunt Liu had lent her, and flesh-colored short stockings. I moved closer to her feet and sniffed deeply. Her feet didn't have the odor of sweaty feet; instead, they smelled like her body—a mature woman's scent. The aroma drew me closer, and suddenly, I mustered my courage and took my mother's toes, hidden beneath her dark stockings, into my mouth. Her toes were soft and supple, and the delicate texture of the stockings made them taste especially delicious. I found myself sucking on them like a baby nursing.

My mother seemed to sense something; she gently pulled her leg back. Startled by her movement, I dared not be any further. I returned to the table, eating the food my mother had prepared while watching my mother sleep in bed.

My mother slept until the afternoon when Mr. Liu came to knock on the door. I was playing video games inside when I heard him knocking, so I ran to open the door. Mr. Liu stood at the door and asked me, "Is your mother home?"

I replied, "My mother is sleeping."

Mr. Liu looked embarrassed when he heard that my mother was sleeping, but then I heard my mother's voice from inside the room: "Who is it?" She seemed to have woken up.

My mother got out of bed, walked to the door, saw Mr. Liu, and gave him a charming smile. Mr. Liu looked at my mother, and his old face turned red.

"Is there something you need?"

"Teacher Tian, are you free right now?"

I had asked my mother why Mr. Liu and Aunt Liu both liked to call her "teacher." My mother said that Mr. Liu and Aunt Liu were both pitiful, having never been to school, and they liked to call people more educated than themselves "teacher.

" My mother replied to Mr. Liu, "I'm free now. I'll come over after I comb my hair."

Mr. Liu agreed, his expression seemingly very happy and excited.

I didn't know what Mr. Liu wanted my mother to do. After closing the door, my mother tidied her hair in front of the mirror, then told me to wait for her inside before leaving.

I peered out the window and saw my mother walk towards Liu Dong's house. A sudden urge to follow surged within me, so after making up my mind, I climbed out of the window and left it slightly ajar. I didn't have the key to the house; I'd have to climb back in through this window later.

I went outside and slowly approached Liu Dong's house. Just as I was about to reach it, the door suddenly opened, and my mother and Liu Dong's husband came out.

I quickly darted into a corner and hid behind a pile of firewood.

Liu Dong's husband led my mother out of the yard, and I immediately followed them.

The village was vast, and Liu Dong's husband led my mother through countless bends before arriving at the front of a courtyard.

I hid behind a low wall not far from them and saw my mother and Mr. Liu standing at the gate of the courtyard. Mr. Liu said something to my mother, and then my mother began to unbutton her clothes, seemingly a little awkward. Mr. Liu stared at my mother intently, and the muscles on his face seemed to be twitching.

The mother took off all her clothes and shoes, handing them to Liu Dongjia. She was now only wearing short stockings. Liu Dongjia took the clothes from her. The mother slowly squatted down, facing the gate to the yard with her naked body. She spread her legs, stood on tiptoe, and thrust her round, upturned buttocks forward. Simultaneously, she reached her hands to her crotch, pinching each of her tender labia and pulling them apart, revealing her wet, exposed vulva.

"Open the door! Open the door!" Liu Dongjia pounded on the wooden gate, the sound echoing loudly.

Soon, a country man, about the same age as Liu Dongjia, opened the door. Several other country men stood beside him, seemingly waiting for Liu Dongjia to arrive.

Liu Dongjia, seeing the men, stood smugly before them and said, "Take a good look! Open your eyes wide!"

The men followed Liu Dongjia's gaze and saw the naked mother squatting on the ground.

They almost simultaneously gaped, seemingly unable to believe what they were seeing.

Mr. Liu spread his palms out to the men and shouted, "See that? Give me the money! Give me the money!"

One of the men swallowed hard as he looked at the mother squatting on the ground and said excitedly, "You...you are Teacher Tian!"

The mother seemed shy and dared not look them in the eye. She turned her pretty face to the side and nodded slightly.

Liu Dongjia said, "Hurry up and give me the money, stop talking nonsense."

"Let me see more clearly!" The man squatted down, his eyes fixed on his mother's naked body, looking down from her chest to her genitals. He pinched her labia with his fingers, pulling them apart. The vaginal opening that was originally hidden between her labia was now completely exposed. Under the man's gaze, the vaginal opening contracted tightly, and a strand of clear mucus flowed from her vaginal cavity, dripping down her buttocks and onto the ground.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and give me the money!" Boss Liu stretched out his hand in front of the group, urging them to pay. The men pulled out coins from their pockets and handed them to Boss Liu. As they paid, their eyes kept darting towards the mother, greedily staring at her naked body.

The man who had been squatting on the ground looking at the mother also took out money from his pocket. Just as he was about to hand the money to Boss Liu, the mother blushed and said, "I participated in your winnings, won't you share some with me?"

The farmer stared blankly at his mother, repeatedly saying, "Yes, yes." Then, as if trying to stuff the money in his hand into his mother's hand...

"I didn't hold it," Mom said, giving the man a flirtatious look. I saw her glance over the men staring at her naked body, her expression slightly smiling because of their dazed looks. I guessed that at that moment, Mom must have thought these honest farmers were even more cowardly than she was.

The farmer held the money, unsure how to hand it to his mother. His mother's gaze was fixed on him, then drifted down to her genitals. The farmer seemed to understand her intention; he coughed heavily, then crumpled the coins into a ball and stuffed it into his mother's vagina.

As she watched him slowly insert the coins, her fingers trembled slightly as she pinched her labia. The moment the coins entered her, she arched her hips to meet them, as if welcoming a man's thrusting.

Mr. Liu, having won the money, hummed a little tune as he walked home with his mother.

Mr. Liu: "Teacher Tian, thank you."

"Don't thank me. Actually, I'm the one who's troubled you more."

"No trouble at all. As long as Teacher Tian is happy, the longer you stay here, the better."

At this moment, Mom had already dressed. Although she was wearing coarse cloth clothes, she didn't look like a rural woman at all. Her fair skin and elegant and beautiful face made people recognize her refined temperament at a glance. Mom walked beside Mr. Liu and chatted with him all the way.

Mr. Liu: "Teacher Tian, I've never been to school and never had the chance to go to the city. There's something I don't understand. Are all the women in your city like you?"

"Like me in what way?"

"Well... like..." Mr. Liu seemed unsure how to express himself. As he spoke, his eyes darted towards his mother's chest.

His mother seemed to understand what Mr. Liu meant and laughed: "As slutty as me?"

"Teacher Tian, what did you say?"

Mom seemed unsure whether Liu Dongjia was pretending not to hear her. She said shyly, "I said I'm shameless."

"What does 'shameless' mean?"

Hearing Liu Dongjia's question, Mom looked at him suspiciously. Seeing his serious expression, which didn't seem like a pretense, she said, "Shameless means promiscuous, shameless."

Upon hearing Mom's explanation, Liu Dongjia paused, swallowing hard.

"Not all women in the city are like me," Mom said. "I guess I'm a bit special."

"Then, Teacher Tian, why do you do this?"

"Well..." Mom's eyes gazed at the sky, her expression thoughtful. The sky was ablaze with colorful clouds; the sun was about to set. Mom let out a long sigh and said, "To find inspiration."

"Inspiration? What is inspiration?"

"Inspiration is a feeling that motivates my writing. I need it."

"Teacher Tian, have you published many books?"

"A few, I suppose."

"What kind of books are they?"

"I write adult novels, specifically stories about sex. If you have the chance, I'll read them to you."

"Okay! Okay! I want to hear it. I'll call the whole village to come and listen to you tell your story."

Hearing Liu Dongjia's words, my mother's expression was a mixture of shyness and a hint of anticipation...

After the sun set behind the mountains, my mother and Liu Dongjia returned to the house. I followed them and climbed into the house through the window before my mother went inside. My mother opened the door, saw me sitting inside, and smiled at me, saying, "Why are you sitting alone? The light isn't on."

"Ah, I forgot."

Mom turned on the light and went into the bathroom in the room. I quietly followed her and saw through the crack in the door that Mom took off her underwear. She inserted two fingers into her vagina and took out the wad of paper that was still stuffed inside. The coins were soft because they were wet with Mom's vaginal fluid. Mom spread the money out, and there were a few coins sandwiched in the middle of the banknotes.

Mom looked at the coins in her hand, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

After Mom came out of the bathroom, she saw me watching TV intently. She went to her desk, took a camera from a drawer, hid it in her hand, and then went back to the bathroom. The moment she went in, I quickly followed, peering through the crack in the door. I saw Mom squatting inside, her left arm outstretched, holding the camera. Pointing the camera at her parted legs, I saw my mother put the coin she had taken out back into her vagina, but not very deeply; only half of it went in, lodged between her labia, protruding from her vagina. She pressed the shutter, capturing the image of her flesh with the coin inside.

After dinner, my mother sat at her desk and began to write, the keyboard clicking away without pause.

It wasn't until this afternoon that I learned that my mother's so-called inspiration was those obscene plays, and that her novels were actually adult novels considered pornographic.

The next day, I woke up at the crack of dawn. I saw Aunt Liu standing at the door, talking quietly to my mother.

"Didn't sleep all night again?"

My mother nodded and said, "I felt like writing a little more."

"Time to grind soybeans for soy milk."

"Okay, I'm coming."

My mother said, going back into the room to close the computer. Then, while taking off her clothes, she followed Aunt Liu out of the house.

I jumped out of bed and ran to the window without even putting on my slippers. I saw that my mother had already taken off her clothes. The morning air was a little chilly. My mother had her arms crossed over her chest and stood with Aunt Liu in the yard. In the middle of the yard was a stone mill.

Aunt Liu said, "This soy milk is usually ground by donkeys. Teacher Tian, you've worked so hard."

Mom replied, "I'm just experiencing life." As she spoke, she bit the wooden stick Aunt Liu handed her. The stick was attached to a rope and tied to the handle of the millstone.

Aunt Liu took a piece of black cloth and put it over Mom's face. I had seen this black cloth before; it was the same black cloth that had covered Mom's face when she was hung in the woodshed that day.

After putting on the black cloth, Mom clenched her teeth on the wooden stick and began to circle around the millstone. The rope of the wooden stick dragged the handle of the millstone, turning it around. Mom, naked and delicate, like a donkey, ground soybeans around the millstone. The white soybeans flowed down from between the millstones, just like the lustful fluid seeping from Mom's lower body.

Aunt Liu picked up a whip made of hemp rope and bamboo pole from the side and lashed it across her mother's upturned buttocks. Her mother let out a soft "ooh," and her small mouth, which was biting the wooden stick, couldn't help but let out a groan that sounded like both pain and pleasure. Aunt Liu stood by, and every time her mother slowed down, Aunt Liu would give her a lash. Her mother's eyes were covered with a black cloth, so she didn't know when Aunt Liu's whip would fall. Moreover, Aunt Liu's whipping was different each time; sometimes it was her buttocks, sometimes her breasts, and sometimes the whip would land on the tender flesh between her two upturned buttocks, or on her erect nipples, making her mother moan softly.

I saw my mother trembling, seemingly wanting to stop several times, but Aunt Liu's merciless whip spurred her to run faster.

My mother ground soybeans in the yard until the sun rose. In the morning sunlight, my mother was covered in fragrant sweat, the sweat glistening like dewdrops in the sunlight.

Aunt Liu fetched a bucket of well water for her mother, boiled it, and let her mother take a bath in the yard. While bathing, her mother seemed to be reliving the scene of grinding soybeans earlier. She inserted the wooden stick that Aunt Liu had given her to bite into into her vagina, thrusting the stick in and out with one hand while pressing her anus with the other. Aunt Liu, who had been by her mother's side, went back to her own room, seemingly embarrassed to watch her mother's lewd act any longer.

My mother reached orgasm while masturbating in the yard. She scooped a large spoonful of water from the bucket and poured it over her from head to toe. She shook her head contentedly, her wet hair scattering in the air. Glistening water droplets, like pearls, fell to the ground in the sunlight. After showering, she put her clothes back on, went back inside, placed the ground soybeans on the table, and then turned and went out to prepare breakfast for me.

I lay in bed, waiting for my mother to call me to get up before I finally got up.

While I was eating breakfast, my mother said she was going for a walk, just like she had a few days ago. By this time, I knew exactly what she was going to do. I saw her out of the house, and the moment I closed the door, I ran to the window and saw her walk into the woodshed on the north side. A short while after she went into the woodshed, I saw Aunt Liu and Mr. Liu follow her in with hemp rope.

After Aunt Liu came out of the woodshed, she went to the fields, and Mr. Liu, carrying a pipe and playing a tune, went out and disappeared. Now, in the large courtyard with four rooms, only my mother and I were left. I opened the door, took a deep breath, and walked towards the woodshed...

I pushed open the wooden door of the woodshed, and the door creaked open.

"Waaah!" Mother groaned, just as I had seen that day. Her face was covered with a black cloth, her hands were bound behind her back with hemp rope, and she was hanging inside the woodshed.

But today, Mother had a small wooden plaque on her chest. The thin rope holding the plaque was connected to wooden clamps that clamped Mother's nipples, causing them to droop downwards due to the weight of the plaque.

I saw five large characters written on the plaque: "Adulterous Woman Tian Siqi." The handwriting seemed to be Mother's own.

Wooden clips were also clipped to my mother's labia, and the clips were connected to the stocking straps. The ends of the stocking straps were connected to metal clips, which were clipped to the lace edges of the stockings that my mother was wearing on her two legs.

One of my mother's legs was suspended in mid-air by a rope, while the toes of her other leg struggled to touch the ground. This method of tying caused her legs to spread apart, one above the other, pulling on the garter straps holding her stockings. The garter straps then pulled on the wooden clips clamped to her labia, tearing her labia apart and causing her vulva to be turned inside out.

The moment I pushed open the door, I saw my mother's bright red vulva contract tightly, dripping with a lot of vaginal fluid.

I stared at my mother's wanton naked body, my heart pounding, my tongue dry.

"Who is it?" My mother seemed to sense someone approaching, and she asked nervously.

I dared not answer, afraid that my mother would recognize my voice. I held my breath, and with trembling hands, I reached out and touched my mother's high breasts. The moment my fingers touched her skin, my mother trembled violently. I knew that my mother must be extremely frightened, but I didn't know if my mother could guess that the person looking at her naked body and touching her breasts was me.

"Is it Mr. Liu? Hmm... is it Aunt Liu..." my mother asked fearfully.

She let out soft moans as I caressed her. I felt her body was very hot, and I saw that her vaginal fluids were flowing more and more, even reaching her inner thighs and trickling down them.

My mother's delicate body writhed wantonly under my caresses, and I found myself gradually losing control. My body pressed closer and closer to my mother's. The feminine scent emanating from her body was so fragrant and strong, like an aphrodisiac, making me crave her body. I wanted it, I wanted my mother. I took out my penis and rubbed the head of my penis against the inside of my mother's thighs.

"Mr. Liu, is that you? No, you can't do this. I'll forgive you, but Aunt Liu will hate me. I don't want to hurt her..." Mom seemed to feel my penis pressing against her inner thigh. She didn't know it was me; she thought it was Mr. Liu. She seemed a little lost.

Mom said no, but I could clearly see her open vagina contracting more and more violently, writhing like a baby's mouth yearning for a pacifier. A strand of glistening love fluid flowed from her vagina, dripping onto my glans. It was warm, retaining Mom's hot body temperature.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed my mother and thrust my penis into her vagina. I wasn't as tall as her, so I greedily licked her neck with my tongue and sucked on her nipples, which were clamped between wooden cuffs.

"Ah... ahh..." My mother cried out loudly the moment I penetrated her. It was a sound that she had suppressed for a long time and was now released all at once. Afraid that people outside would hear, I hurriedly covered my mother's mouth with one hand.

My mother's vaginal canal was wet, slippery, and soft, allowing me to penetrate deeply. Her warm vaginal canal tightly enveloped my penis. This was the feeling of a woman. This was my first time with a woman, and I never imagined that my first woman would be my own mother!

I held my mother in my arms. Under my intense onslaught, my mother's tender foot, which had been touching the ground, could barely touch the ground anymore. My mother's toes curled up tightly, her whole body convulsing with stimulation, her flesh clenching and squeezing to meet my thrusts.

I wanted to kiss my mother, so I released my hand from her mouth and stood on tiptoe, trying to bring my lips close to hers. We kissed deeply, her tongue entwining with mine. At that moment, she was no longer reserved; she seemed to have abandoned reason and was making love to me with abandon, enjoying the pleasure of being with her own son.

"Ouch!"

I suddenly heard a woman's scream from behind. I turned around and was shocked to see Aunt Liu facing us. My mother and I were pressed tightly together, and her vaginal fluids had splashed onto my crotch, soaking a large area.

Aunt Liu's mouth was open, seemingly unable to speak.

The mother seemed to recognize Aunt Liu's voice from before, and she stammered, "Don't...don't blame Mr. Liu...it's...it's me being too...too shameless..." Blindfolded, the mother mistook her for Mr. Liu.

Aunt Liu opened her mouth for a long time, seemingly unable to speak, and only managed a trembling voice: "Teacher Tian...you...your son."

Upon hearing Aunt Liu's words, the mother suddenly shuddered violently, as if struck by lightning.

"Xiao...Xiao Yu..."

Just then, I suddenly felt a rush of ejaculation, and my semen gushed out from the tip of my penis, ejaculating right next to my mother. My mother's hands were bound behind her back with hemp rope, and her vagina, which was clamped around my penis, seemed to feel my hot semen. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, and her buttocks twitched. My mother bit her lip with her upper teeth. Her expression was a mixture of shame, panic, and the thrill of transgression...

Aunt Liu poured a cup of tea for my mother and me, then left the house, closing the door and leaving my mother and me alone in the room.

I lowered my head, looking at the water in the teacup, my heart pounding and my mind a jumbled mess.

After a long pause, it was Mom who spoke first. She said, "Xiaoyu, do you think Mom is a bad woman?"

"No..." I replied immediately, but my head remained lowered, not daring to look up at her.

"Xiaoyu, you didn't do anything wrong. Come on, look up at Mom."

I looked up and saw Mom looking at me kindly. She was still that gentle mother, unchanged.

"Xiaoyu has grown up, he knows he needs a woman now."

Hearing Mom's voice, and recalling what I had just done to her, I suddenly felt incredibly remorseful. My nose stung, and I burst into tears.

Seeing me cry, Mom gently pulled me to her side and let me sit on her lap.

"Xiaoyu, don't cry. Mom doesn't mean to blame you."

"Mmm." I nodded. Mom wiped the tears from my face and said, "Now that you know Mom's secret, how about Mom tells you everything?"

"Mmm."

"Xiaoyu, do you know who your father is?"

"Dad? I don't know." Mom had never mentioned my father to me before. Whenever I asked her, she always kept quiet.

"Actually, Mom doesn't know who your father is either." Mom said, her expression as if recalling the past.

"Why doesn't Mom know who my father is?" I asked.

Mom gave a bitter smile and said, "When I was little, I lived in the countryside like this. I had many brothers. Your grandparents preferred boys and didn't like me. Every day, they made me work in the fields until dark. One night, when I was coming home, I encountered bad people and was kidnapped. They forced me to do many things I didn't like every day. At first, they beat me, but later I got used to it. I could do it myself without their orders, and I even learned..." To please them, I followed those bad uncles for three years. During those three years, you came into my life. They were quite good to you and liked you very much, but they weren't good people. Later, they were all arrested by the police, and I was free. I took you to the city to make a living. At that time, your mother didn't have any skills, so she had to earn money by prostitution. But your mother knew that prostitution wasn't a good profession, so she worked hard to study while prostituting herself."

When your mother said "prostituting herself," she couldn't help but look at me shyly, as if she felt that she had been too explicit.

Mom paused for a moment, then continued, "Days went by, and you grew up. When you were six, Mom finally got a city household registration so you could go to school in the city. I also got my university diploma and no longer had to sell my body to earn money. At that time, Mom found a job at a newspaper, writing articles and publishing stories every day. Gradually, Mom fell in love with writing, so she started writing novels herself."

"So, when did Mom start writing adult novels?"

Hearing my question, Mom's expression changed. She seemed surprised that I knew she was writing adult novels. Seeing her astonished look, I honestly told her about secretly following her for the past few days.

After hearing my account, Mom's expression was a mix of embarrassment, shame, and helplessness. She gave a wry smile and said to me, "I didn't expect you to see it all."

"Mom, I was wrong."

Mom stroked my head and said, "It's Mom's fault." She continued, "Mom is lonely living alone. Sometimes I even miss the days when I was with those bad people. Although they liked to abuse Mom, Mom's life was fulfilling back then, and Mom's body seemed to have gotten used to that way of life." As Mom said this, I saw her expression become a little awkward, her cheeks turned red, and even her breath seemed hot.

My mother picked up her water glass, took a sip of cool water, and let out a long sigh, seemingly calming herself down. She said, "I couldn't find a way to vent, and my body felt increasingly unwell, like I was getting sick. But I couldn't think of a solution, so I secretly went back to being a prostitute. Back then, I worked at a newspaper during the day and slept with different men at night. That's how I felt this emptiness." The feeling gradually faded. When my mother was working as a prostitute, she met a man named Bin Ge. He was a regular customer. He said I was very skilled at having fun, so he often sought me out. That man ran an SM club, and he asked if I wanted to try being a sex slave there.

"Sex slave! Mom, have you ever been a sex slave?" I exclaimed in surprise.

My mother seemed somewhat embarrassed and said, "Would you despise your mother?"

"No, Mom will always be the person I love most."

Hearing my affirmative answer, Mom's expression was a mixture of relief and gratitude. She said somewhat excitedly, "Xiaoyu is also the person Mom loves most." Then, Mom continued her story, saying, "Brother Bin wanted me to be a sex slave at his club. I hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't resist my curiosity and went there once. But unexpectedly, after going once, I became attached to that place. I went a few more times, and eventually found myself addicted." "

Addicted? Mom really liked that place?"

"I do like it a little, but more than that, Mom can't live without the physical stimulation it gives me. The people there are really good at playing with me, and every time they make me feel like I'm in heaven. If I don't go for a few days in a row, I feel itchy like I've applied medicine." When Mom said this, she seemed to suddenly come back to her senses. She said shyly, "How come you're talking nonsense again? Xiaoyu, don't listen to Mom's nonsense. You can't go to that kind of place, okay?"

I couldn't imagine what the SM club Mom was talking about was like. Mom told me not to go, which made me even more curious. I thought to myself, I must ask Mom to take me there once in the future.

My mother said, "After that, I agreed to become a sex slave at the SM club. Being a sex slave felt like being treated like a toy. The customers who came to the club liked to torture my body, and my body liked that feeling too." When my mother said this, she smiled somewhat proudly. She said to me, "Don't look down on me just because I'm older than some women. I'm the most popular sex slave in Brother Bin's club. There are way more men who like to play with me than those young women."

"Why do men like Mom so much?"

When Mom heard my question, she seemed to hesitate for a moment, then looked me straight in the eye and said, as if gathering her courage, "Because Mom is sexy, shameless, and promiscuous enough. She's the most shameless whore in the club." Mom said this in one breath, making me feel like I wasn't the first person to hear her say this. It seemed like Mom had said this to many people. I guessed that most of the men who came to the club had heard Mom describe themselves in this way.

My mother said, "Ever since I became a sex slave at the club, I stopped being a prostitute. I go to work at Brother Bin's club at night, working as an SM sex slave. I also write adult novels because of Brother Bin; he helps me publish them."

"Mom, can I read your novels?"

Hearing that I wanted to read her novels, my mother's expression became shy. She said, "Those are all very vulgar stories."

"I want to read them."

My mother hesitated for a moment, then let me get off her, got up and walked to the desk, and opened the laptop. I had never looked at my mother's computer before; it was always locked.

I followed my mother to the computer, and I saw that the desktop background was a pornographic picture of my mother herself. My mother was half-naked, with a pair of large breasts hanging in front of her chest. A thin silver needle was pierced through her two erect nipples and placed horizontally between them. A chain was hung in the middle of the silver needle, and the chain was connected to handcuffs on my mother's hands. My mother held the back of her head with both hands, and she stuck out her tongue like a puppy. The expression on her face seemed to be both pain and pleasure.

My mother was wearing nearly transparent flesh-colored pantyhose, inside which were two large vibrating dildos, one inserted into her parted labia and the other into her everted anus. She was squatting on the ground with her legs spread apart, her delicate feet, encased in the pantyhose, straining to rise. Although the photo was still, I could almost feel her legs trembling.

She opened a folder containing two neatly arranged files, all novels she had written. Most of the novels had different titles, and only a few seemed to be divided into two parts.

My mother randomly clicked on a book titled "Bitch Mother," and I leaned closer to read it carefully.

The first page was the preface, in which my mother wrote: "Bitch Mother is not a book; what I want to write about is a person, and that person is myself. I often feel conflicted. During the day, my son calls me Mother, and he respects me. At night, I am led around like a bitch, crawling on the ground. They think I am despicable. Some say that someone like me is not worthy of being a mother, while others say that I am great, leaving the glorious side of motherhood to my son while bearing the humiliation of being a bitch. Actually, I want to say that I can be a mother, but I prefer being a bitch."

My mother clicked the mouse and turned to the next page.

I saw my mother's photo printed on the book. My mother told me that her books were all illustrated, and I then understood why she always took selfies—it was for publishing books.

In the photo, my mother was wearing a trench coat, as if it were taken in winter.

My mother said, "Do you remember? This is your first parent-teacher conference when you were in middle school. I wore this coat to your school that day."

As I listened to my mother's story, I looked at the text of the novel on the computer screen.

That day, the parent-teacher meeting was scheduled for the evening. Normally, Mom would go to Bin's club as a sex slave at night. That day, Mom asked Bin for leave, but he refused, because many customers liked to play with her, and most people who came to the club were looking for her. So, at Bin's arrangement, Mom chose to take a day off in lieu of her usual workday.

That day, as Bin instructed, Mom went to the club at noon to serve the customers, and was told she would work until 6 pm.

On a large bed in the club room,

"I...I'm sorry...I...I'm running out of time..."

The mother was being held by two men, one in front and one behind. Their penises were thrusting into her two vaginal openings. The mother stared at the wall clock, moaning and pleading with the two men who were playing with her body.

But the men ignored her pleas. One of the men took a thin needle from a box beside the bed, placed his finger on the mother's clitoris between her labia, parted the clitoral foreskin, and thrust the needle into her swollen clitoris.

"Ah!" Mother wailed, instinctively arching her body. Just then, the man behind her suddenly grabbed the thin chain piercing her nipples, preventing her from arching forward. The pain emanating from her clitoris and nipples left her helpless and frozen in mid-air.

One of the two guests, holding Mother's nipple chain, and the other grabbing her plump, round buttocks, violently thrust into her vagina and anus, pouring their semen into her hot, wet cavity.

The phone on the bedside table rang. The hostess asked the guests if they wanted to extend their time. The two guests withdrew their penises from Mom's body one after the other. After they were done, they didn't seem to want to pay the bill. They told the hostess they wanted to extend their time.

Mom seemed a little exhausted from the two men. She lay on the bed, panting softly. Between her slightly upturned buttocks, the tender flesh of her vulva and anus still seemed to twitch with lingering sensation. Semen flowed from between her two orifices onto the bed.

Man: "Give us two more hours."

Mother: "I'm sorry... I can't add any more, I have things to do."

Hearing that his mother seemed to be leaving, the man said unhappily: "Does a sex slave have the right to refuse?"

The mother was speechless, she was speechless after being stung by the man's words.

The other man asked, "Why the rush? Where are you going?"

The mother replied, "I'm going to my son's parent-teacher conference today."

"Parent-teacher conference?" The two men exchanged glances, then one of them suddenly smiled and said to the mother, "Then we'll go with you."

The mother's expression changed upon seeing the man's malicious smile, and she said, "No...no need."

The man ignored her and dialed a hostess's number, paying for her to go out with him.

The two men drove the mother to the school.

It was already dark, but lights were on in the classroom windows.

Two men got out of the car one after the other. One of them was holding a chain. He stood by the car door and tugged at the chain. A moment later, a naked woman crawled out of the car. It was Mom.

"We...we'll be found out," Mom stammered, her body curled up nervously on the ground, perhaps because of the cold winter air, or perhaps because of her shameful state.

The man led Mom to the school gate. There were usually security guards at the school gate, but luckily, there seemed to be no one in the guardhouse that day. Mom said she only saw that the lights in the guardhouse were off; she didn't know if anyone was there or not. She was so nervous that her vision blurred.

The man ordered his mother to lie face down in front of the school gate, then made her raise one leg and urinate like a male dog at the school entrance. At first, the mother couldn't accept the man's demand that she urinate in front of the school gate, but she quickly realized she had no choice. The man squatted down, grabbed one of her legs, and lifted it up. Then he reached between her legs and rubbed her urethra with his fingers. Soon, the mother felt she couldn't hold back any longer. The man had given her a lot of water in the car, and now, under the stimulation of his fingers, a trickle of urine... The urine gushed out of my mother's urethra in a torrent. When the man saw my mother start urinating, he laughed, stood up, and took two steps back, releasing his grip on my mother's ankle. However, my mother, still on the ground, was urinating like a male dog in front of my school gate, with one leg raised.

The man led my mother into the school, walking on either side of her. My mother was now wearing a trench coat, and her steps were somewhat unsteady, but she still tried her best to put on an indifferent expression. Her beautiful face and tall figure made many men stop and stare as they passed by.

Seeing this, I vaguely remembered a parent-teacher conference in middle school where two unfamiliar uncles came to the school with my mother, but I couldn't remember what they looked like.

My mother entered the classroom accompanied by the two uncles. She was the last to arrive. After entering the classroom, she nodded apologetically to the teacher speaking on the podium, then waved to me, who was sitting in the front row. My mother walked to the last row of the classroom, where there were chairs for parents. The other parents were all seated, but my mother looked at the seats without sitting down, instead standing beside them.

My mother wasn't alone when she entered the classroom; she was accompanied by two men. This made many parents look at my mother strangely, seemingly unable to figure out the relationship between these two men and my mother.

I asked my mother, "Why didn't you sit in a seat back then?"

My mother, sitting at the desk, blushed and didn't answer. She clicked the mouse, and the book quickly turned to the next page.

On the next page, a photo of the mother appeared. She had unbuttoned her trench coat, and through the opening, one could see that she was wearing only a black, transparent, revealing bodysuit underneath. A thong hung from her crotch, inside which were two black vibrators, one inserted into her vulva and the other into her anus, rotating. The chains that had been inserted into her nipples at the club were now visible on her chest, along with the thin needle, which was inserted straight into her swollen clitoris, which was exposed from its foreskin. A man's hand was touching the end of the needle, as if he was pushing it deeper into her clitoris.

The parents around my mother were completely oblivious to what was happening on her side; they were all intently watching what the teacher was writing on the blackboard.

My mother explained to me, "It's not that I didn't want to sit, but my legs were killing me, and I had a vibrator inserted in my anus and urethra, so I couldn't sit at all."

My mother was attending the parent-teacher meeting for me while being played with by men. However, she barely heard what the teacher was saying that time. Fortunately, I was very sensible and wrote down everything the teacher said in my notebook, then recounted it to my mother when I got home.

Looking at the photo of my mother in the classroom, I said to her, "Mom, you're so bold."

Hearing my praise, my mother blushed and smiled, her expression a mixture of shyness and delight. She said to me, "Don't you think Mom is a pervert?"

I shook my head and said, "I like Mom like this."

Hearing my words, my mother couldn't help but kiss me on the cheek, then said, "Mom likes Xiaoyu too."

"Mom had a misconception when writing this story," my mother said, then suddenly paused, as if realizing she had said something wrong.

I asked, "What illusion?"

"Nothing..."

I knew my mother had something to say, but I was too shy to speak, so I kept pestering her, "Tell me quickly." I liked hearing my mother say exciting things.

Seeing my curious expression, my mother pursed her lips and whispered, "Back then, I mistakenly thought that the people who were playing with my body were your classmate's parents. They all knew that I wasn't a good woman, and they bullied me together during parent-teacher meetings. They even spoke ill of me in front of your classmate, saying that I was a prostitute who could be used at will." By the end, my mother's voice was barely audible. Hearing my mother's words, my erect penis throbbed as if it was about to burst through my pants.

Just then, I felt my mother's hand on my crotch, gently pressing down. My mother's head was very close to mine, and I could smell the warm, feminine scent of her breath. I said, "Mom, I want you."

When my mother heard what I said, she kissed me on the lips without hesitation, then hugged me and pressed me down...

The long vacation passed by in a flash, and my mother and I were going back. My mother promised Liu Dong's family that during the next long vacation, she would come to the village to read adult novels to the men. If they like it, as long as the women in the village don't blame my mother, my mother can let those who want her play with her like in the novel.

Upon hearing his mother's words, Mr. Liu's face flushed red, but he kept waving his hands. He said to his mother, "That won't do, Teacher Tian. You're a writer from the city, how can you give us roughnecks money?"

When Mr. Liu mentioned money, his throat became hoarse as if a walnut was stuck in it, and his old face turned purplish-red. His eyes involuntarily glanced at his mother's lower body.

His mother had changed back into the suit she had worn when she arrived. She looked proper and elegant. She wore a white shirt with a small jacket over it, and a beige skirt with flesh-colored pantyhose underneath.

The mother said, "What's with all this talk about being a rough person? I'm happy to have you two, the children." She deliberately emphasized the word "rural," as if she wanted Liu Dongjia to hear it, as if to show that she didn't mean to look down on country folk.

Liu Dongjia nodded excitedly upon hearing his mother's words.

Aunt Liu said to me, "Xiaoyu, when you get back, listen to your mother and don't be naughty, okay?"

I obediently nodded. Aunt Liu stuffed a large bag of boiled corn into my hand and said, "Eat this on the way."

When my mother saw Aunt Liu giving me something, she quickly said to Aunt Liu, "Aunt Liu, how can I accept this?"

Aunt Liu said, "A little corn is nothing. It's a gift from you, it's nothing."

Seeing Aunt Liu's insistence, my mother patted my head and said, "Quickly thank Aunt Liu."

I said, "Thank you, Aunt Liu."

Aunt Liu laughed heartily.

Aunt Liu and Mr. Liu saw us off all the way to the village entrance. When we arrived, we saw several men running towards us. Mr. Liu was surprised to see them and asked, "What brings you here?"

One of the men, panting, said, "We came to see Teacher Tian off. Teacher Tian, you left without saying goodbye. We almost missed you."

I recognized these men as the ones who had gambled with Mr. Liu that day. They had all lost their money to my mother.

The mother seemed to recognize them and said, "I'm so sorry to have made you come all this way."

One of the men said, "Teacher Tian, next time you come to the village, stay at our house. Our yard is quite big, and I guarantee you'll be comfortable." This man was the one who had slipped the money into the mother's purse that day.

"Then I'll have to trouble you," the mother said.

The man chuckled and said, "If Teacher Tian is willing to come, I, Wang Shen, will be overjoyed. I'll slaughter a pig for Teacher Tian and my son to make them some nourishment."

Liu Dongjia said, "You talk a good game, but I'll see you bring the pig."

Hearing Liu Dongjia's words, Wang Shen said, "I'll go and bring the pig right now." He turned around, but his mother quickly grabbed his arm and said, "Don't go, don't go, I believe you."

Hearing his mother's words, Wang Shen turned back. He looked at his mother's pretty face, which was beaming with a happy smile.

My mother held my hand, and we walked out of the village, watching Aunt Liu, Liu Dongjia, Wang Shen, and a few others. We headed towards the bus station in the city. After walking a distance with my mother, I turned around and saw them still standing there. When Wang Shen saw my mother turn around, he excitedly waved to her.

At this moment, Mom handed me the backpack on her shoulder, then turned around and ran a few steps closer to where Wang Shen and the others were standing. Suddenly, she lifted her skirt, revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her buttocks were completely bare, covered only by flesh-colored pantyhose. Two wooden clips were clamped between her hairless labia. Mom thrust her hips towards them and shouted to the men, "Next time you come, I'll give you a Japanese baby!"

We had to take a long-distance bus back to the city. When we arrived at the station, Mom bought the tickets, and we sat on the seats in the waiting room, waiting for the bus to depart.

Mom asked, "Xiaoyu, did you have a good time during this long holiday?"

Without thinking, I replied, "Yes, it was much more fun than when we came before."

Hearing this, Mom smiled and playfully scolded me, "You naughty boy, when did you become so naughty?"

I asked, puzzled, "How am I naughty?"

Mom said, "When you say it was much more fun, do you mean Mom was fun?"

I was surprised and said, "No, no..." "No, I didn't mean that."

Seeing my innocent look, Mom seemed to sense I wasn't lying. She said, "Mom's bad, Mom's overthinking it."

I said, "Mom's not bad at all, I'm happiest when I play with Mom."

Hearing this, Mom quickly made a shushing gesture, then shyly glanced around, as if checking if anyone had overheard our conversation.

A man sitting there, who seemed to be waiting for the bus like us, couldn't help but glance at Mom when I said "play with Mom." He seemed to notice how beautiful she was, and his gaze lingered on her for several seconds.

I leaned close to my mother's ear and asked, "Mom, are those wooden clips still clipped to your sides?"

Hearing this, my mother blushed slightly, as if embarrassed. I looked at her, and she nodded gently.

I leaned closer again and whispered, "Do you dare show your tears to someone else?" As I said this, I noticed my mother shift slightly, then she nervously pressed her ear against mine and asked, "Who will I show them to?"

I looked at my mother, my eyes glancing at the man sitting beside me.

My mother seemed hesitant. After a while, she suddenly handed me her shoulder bag, then got up and walked to the seat opposite the man, sitting down in the same spot.

When I saw my mother sit down, the man's gaze followed her, secretly watching her.

My mother sat opposite the man, seemingly sensing his gaze. She glanced in my direction, and I nodded affirmatively, then secretly gave her a thumbs-up. My mother found my encouraging gesture amusing, but she held it in. I saw her gently stroke her hair, pretending to be nonchalant, but I knew she was just as nervous as I was.

My mother sat opposite the man for a while, and his gaze kept drifting towards her, his eyes repeatedly landing between her legs, which peeked out from under her skirt.

At this moment, I saw my mother slightly part her legs. Her pretty face was turned to the side, her gaze wandering, as if she dared not look at the man, or as if she did not notice that the man opposite her was staring intently at her legs that were about to part. I saw my mother's legs spread wider and wider until the man could see the spring scenery under her skirt. My mother's smooth flesh, covered by flesh-colored pantyhose, had two wooden clips on each of her labia. The clips were tightly attached to the crotch of the pantyhose, clamping my mother's labia, which were spread apart on the left and right. The tender red flesh hole under the transparent pantyhose opened and closed, exuding lustful fluid.

I saw that the man seemed stunned; his entire body was frozen in place.

Suddenly, before the man could react, my mother jumped up from her chair, took a few steps to me, grabbed my hand, and ran.

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