drugging mother

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Chapter 1: Drugging 　　Mom,

Letting Her Be Molested. At 10 PM, the Taiwan Motor Transport bus was nearly empty, with only a handful of passengers. The journey from Kaohsiung to Taipei was about to begin. I was sitting unhappily in the last row with my mom. Why was I unhappy?

Because I'd just been scolded by her for accidentally exposing her, not on purpose. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. My mom, on the other hand, was fast asleep after taking sleeping pills (to prevent motion sickness). With nothing else to do, a thought suddenly struck me: since I scolded her so badly for accidentally exposing her, I might as well deliberately expose her. Taking advantage of the dim lighting inside the bus and my advantageous position in the last row, seeing that all the other passengers were asleep, I boldly unbuttoned the top two buttons of my mom's blouse, then pushed up her tight skirt to reveal her alluring thighs. Next, I placed the bottle of sleeping pills next to her. After setting everything up, I moved to the other side to watch the show, and hid my V8 in a good spot, ready to start it at any moment.

Not long after, an old man got up to use the toilet. Suddenly, he noticed my mother's appearance. He looked around to make sure no one was watching, then leered at her. He noticed the jar of sleeping pills and examined it for a while before gently shaking her. When she didn't react, his hands became bolder. He rubbed my mother's breasts with one hand while slowly slipping the other under her skirt. He then boldly removed her entire top and unhooked her bra, revealing her full breasts to both of us. Of course, this was all recorded on V8.

After removing the bra, the old man's mouth began to work on her breasts, biting and licking them with practiced ease. Watching this, I felt a surge of sexual desire. Although I had molested my mother many times before while she slept, this excitement was stronger than ever.

Just as I was wondering why this was happening, and never imagined I would become so deeply fascinated by it, I noticed that my father-in-law had somehow left my mother's skirt and underwear on the chair next to him, and his posture had changed. Now my mother was sitting on the chair with her legs spread wide open, and my father-in-law seemed stunned. I thought it might be because my mother was a so-called "white tiger" (a term used to describe someone who is sexually impaired). But he didn't stay still for long before he started licking my mother's private parts, and he seemed quite pleased with himself.

He even inserted his middle finger into her vagina. Suddenly, someone called out, "My dear husband." It seemed to be my father-in-law's wife, and he hurriedly got up and left.

"Hehe..." But I knew he would come back, and sure enough, my father-in-law returned. This time, he even took out his penis, but it seemed unable to get erect, only slightly enlarged. Seeing him spread my mother's legs again, I thought, "What will happen if this continues?" So

I got up. He was startled as soon as I stood up. Our eyes met, and I whispered, "What are you doing to my mother, father-in-law?"

He trembled with fear, quickly apologized, and left. I turned off the V8. Hehe! There were many good shots.

I took out some toilet paper to clean my mother's genitals and then helped her put her clothes back on. After returning home, I transferred the footage from the V8 to a videotape. At the time, I didn't expect that this videotape would have many sequels.

Chapter Two: Personal Penis

After the incident at the Taiwan Bus Company, I had been looking for an opportunity to expose my mother, but unfortunately, my mother was conservative by nature. If it weren't for the wedding in Kaohsiung last time, her only tight skirt would probably have remained hanging in the closet forever. As the saying goes, perseverance pays off. Later, I not only found an opportunity but also discovered my mother's weakness: two cups of wine and she'd be completely drunk. However, I wasn't the one who discovered this weakness first, and I paid a heavy price for it—no… I should say my mother paid a heavy price too.

That day, we went back to our hometown for the New Year. That evening, someone suggested we play a drinking game, and even my mother was forced to drink two cups. However, she couldn't hold her liquor and my two cousins helped her upstairs to rest; after all, I was only 14 and didn't have much strength.

I wanted to check on my mother, so I followed her upstairs. Just as I was about to open the door, I overheard my two cousins talking inside.

"I'll go first! You went first last time, so it's my turn this time."

"Okay! Hurry up."

"You should make her drink a few more shots of strong liquor first, otherwise we'll be in trouble if she wakes up."

"Don't worry! I've poured the whole bottle of XO down her throat."

"Hehe... this way we can keep going until dawn without any problem."

Just as I was curious about what was going on and gently pushed open the door, I saw a scene that shocked me to no end: a naked woman was lying on top of a man, and another man was on top of the woman. The three of them were swaying back and forth. Judging from the extent to which the woman's legs were spread apart and the piston-like movements of the two men, I probably already knew that there were two penises thrusting in and out of the woman's body. Of course, I didn't need to guess that the woman was my mother.

But at that moment, I didn't want to stop them at all. Instead, I felt a strange excitement, even stronger than when I was exposing my mother. As time passed, they kept changing positions. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me, which startled me so much that I quickly slipped into the room and hid behind a clothes rack. Luckily, one of my cousins was licking my mother's private parts, and the other was playing with her breasts and didn't notice me.

Then the door opened.

"Wow! I knew you guys were doing her again." My two younger cousins exclaimed in unison.

"Damn it! You guys still came up here. Don't tell me you came to cover her with a blanket." My older cousin retorted, not to be outdone.

"Hehe... we came to wipe her sweat with our tongues, hahaha!"

"Hehe... we're tired too, it's your turn!" With that, my cousins both stood by the bed.

"Sigh... I always have to do what you guys have already done." Even though he said that, my younger cousin quickly got into position.

"Who told us to be the older cousins, hahaha!"

I got more and more excited watching from behind the clothes rack. In the end, my older and younger cousins all went at it together. They had a very tacit understanding when they were having sex with my mother. As soon as one of them ejaculated, another would take over. While waiting, they took turns playing with my mother's breasts, which allowed them to conserve their energy. No one was idle for a moment. The four of them took turns ejaculating inside my mother. From their conversation, I believed that this wasn't the first time they had done this to my mother. I just didn't expect that there was an even bigger scene to come.

There was another sound of footsteps. I could almost guess exactly what they were going to do.

Before long, my uncles and other uncles appeared in front of me, and my younger and older cousins also tactfully left my mother.

"Dad! You're here too!"

"Of course... We're downstairs working together to get everyone drunk, while you guys are having fun here!"

"So we can do it until dawn again!" my older cousin said excitedly.

"Sigh...all you think about is going at it until dawn. If only you were this serious about studying!"

"Who told God to send us such a beauty to have our fun? The timing, the place, and the people were all perfect. We couldn't help

but want to!" "Yeah, I thought we'd be exposed. After all, she's been penetrated by so many men and is all red and swollen. It's hard not to suspect something."

"Hmm...luckily, she only said her whole body ached, so Uncle San thought it was because of a hangover."

"And Uncle San even said it was because of a hangover, which is normal. I wanted to laugh but didn't dare. I held it in for so long!"

"Hahaha, we can be so unrestrained thanks to this beauty who has never drunk alcohol and Uncle San's explanation!"

After Uncle Da finished speaking, he continued his battle with Uncle and Uncle Er. I had watched for so long and witnessed many techniques. My pants were already full of semen. It turns out that my mother had been played with and raped like a rag doll all along.

Later, I got tired and fell asleep without realizing it. When I woke up, I found my mother with two penises in her mouth, one in each hand, one inserted into each of her two holes, and another tucked between her breasts. It was quite a sight. So I took out my travel camera and carefully filmed the scene, even taking close-ups of each penis and its owner.

I left dejectedly, only to find everyone still asleep downstairs. So I went for a walk outside by myself and didn't go back until the afternoon.

As soon as I entered the door, everyone asked me with concern where I had been. I could only give them a few perfunctory answers. Seeing my cousins chatting and laughing with my mother, I felt a sense of pleasure, thinking, "If you knew how they were doing things to Mom, would you still be able to laugh?"

Later, my father had to go back to Taipei early because of some business, while my mother and I prepared to take the bus back to Taipei the next day. All the way, I was thinking about how to take advantage of this good opportunity, while my mother innocently asked me what I wanted for breakfast. So, while waiting for the bus, I went to the pharmacy and breakfast shop to buy breakfast and the tools for the entertainment later.

Although we were taking the Taiwan Bus again, it was crowded during the Lunar New Year and it was early morning, so even though my mom was sound asleep after taking sleeping pills, I had no chance at all. To make matters worse, we were sitting in the middle, which meant I could only grope her all over. The most daring thing I did was insert my right middle finger into her private parts. However, I was still pretty good to my mom. Knowing that her genitals were still swollen, I applied some ointment I bought from the pharmacy and pulled her underwear down to her knees. I thought that letting it air out and reducing friction with her underwear might help the swelling go down faster, so I did that. Of course, I wasn't stupid enough to forget to put her back on before she woke up.

Chapter 3: Feeding Mother Semen

After returning home, I couldn't wait to take advantage of my older brother's absence and rush into his room with the spare key to find fresh semen. Based on past experience, I believed that my older brother would have some new products in the next few days. Why did I say that?

This goes back to when I was in fourth grade. We rented out the rooftop extension to an older boy. I often went there, and that's when I first encountered pornography. It was at his urging that I started giving my mother sleeping pills, and we took the opportunity to molest her together. However, neither of us actually penetrated her vagina at the time; I couldn't get an erection. The older boy was afraid of being caught, and I later learned he had been caught before.

He wouldn't do it without absolute certainty, which is why he taught me various techniques and knowledge, intending to use me to have sex with my mother first, then he could frame me and make me a scapegoat.

Anyway, I did find a glass jar containing semen under his bed.

After each time my older brother masturbated, he would ejaculate into a container and then ask me to mix it into my mother's food. Sometimes, he would smear the semen on a handkerchief and, after my mother had taken sleeping pills and fallen asleep, he would cover her face with the semen-soaked handkerchief, making sure the semen side was facing up to avoid getting it on her face. He said he wanted her to get used to the smell. He also said this trick didn't work on any woman because he had observed my parents' sex through a hidden camera and found that they always used the normal position without any variation, and the semen was always ejaculated inside my mother's body. Based on my account and his observations, he concluded that my mother didn't know what semen looked like or even what it tasted like.

I asked him how he observed this. He said that once after masturbating, he forgot to clean up, leaving semen all over the floor. My mother happened to be going upstairs to hang laundry and went in to check on my older brother. She stepped in the semen and broke out in a cold sweat. But my mother thought it was some food that had dripped onto the floor and helped him clean it up.

My older brother even initially thought my mom was pretending not to know to avoid an awkward situation. However, after hearing me say that my parents came from conservative families and that, as far back as I could remember, the husband was the breadwinner and the wife stayed home, he realized my mom genuinely didn't know, not pretending. That's why he dared to use this tactic.

As usual, I divided the semen fairly before smearing the remaining semen on a handkerchief and waiting for nightfall. Actually, after two or three years of planning, I had significantly increased the concentration of my semen, even using "undiluted" semen in some places. For example, I would spread it on white steamed buns or sandwiches for breakfast, like jam. At first, my mom would ask what kind of jam it was, and I would casually say that a classmate had given it to me. He even told me I had to let my mom try it.

Unexpectedly, my mom actually believed me, and she kept doing it without stopping, all thanks to the fact that I was the one feeding her!

"Mom's asleep!" My older brother suddenly appeared behind me, startling me.

"What are you doing! Sneaking around like that, you scared me."

"Sorry! Isn't Dad home?"

"Of course not! You know Dad's always away on business!"

"Yeah!" After saying that, the older brother sneaked back into my mom's room, and of course I followed.

The older brother skillfully took off my mom's clothes while ravaging her body, but I wasn't as excited as before. Maybe it was because I had just seen my mom being thoroughly raped not long ago! And I was used to seeing the older brother molesting my mom, so I was a little unsatisfied, and I was thinking about all sorts of plans that would satisfy me.

"Oh right! You can ejaculate now!" The older brother stopped sucking on my mom's breasts and looked up at me.

"Yeah... I've been masturbating a lot lately!"

"Why be so sad? There's a woman right in front of you, and a stunner at that!" I knew he was no longer satisfied with just molesting my mom, and wanted me to go first, so that if my mom woke up and found out something was wrong, I would be the scapegoat. Heh... But I'm not the same as before.

"That's what I was thinking too, so I'm making plans!" I casually teased him.

"Why bother? There's no time like the present, let's do it now!"

"No, I want something more exciting." That last part was true.

"Alright! Don't forget to call me!"

"Of course I'll need you!" After a few polite words, the older brother went back to his work, but I thought to myself: Calling you is fine, but wait until I've made my plans!

I can't let him know my mom's weakness, otherwise I guarantee she'll be completely drunk the next day, letting the older brother have his way with her.

"By the way! Big brother, if possible, get some more fresh stuff. We've been using a lot of the original juice lately!"

"No problem, I'll bring some brothers over to my place for a quickie another day!"

"Hmm... these past few weeks, I've been doing what you said, putting some semen on my fingers and letting my mom smell it. I didn't expect that she would unconsciously lick the semen off my hand while she was fast asleep!"

"Of course!"

"It's from when I masturbate."

"Hmm... when I don't have enough semen, I often put my mom's head between my legs, but since I don't do it often, I don't know when she'll get used to my taste."

"Soon! Once she gets used to the semen, it'll be much faster!"

"Hmm... you can play around, I'm going to sleep, remember to clean up!"

"Don't worry! Don't you trust me?!"

"Of course I trust you, you're an expert, but I still want to remind you, just in case!"

"Hmm... goodnight!"

Chapter Four: The Source of Erotic Water

"Mom... wake up, breakfast is ready, you can eat breakfast!"

"Hmm... my head is spinning." Mom answered weakly.

I thought to myself, of course I was dizzy. Afterwards, watching my mom eat my specially made semen sandwich always made my little brother swollen and uncomfortable.

Especially when some semen was on my lips, watching my mom lick it back with her tongue made my blood boil. Later, I told my mom I was going out to play, and while I was at it, I browsed a sex toy store and picked out a few fun items to buy. When I got home, my mom had already cooked dinner and was waiting for me.

"Mom, let's eat."

"Hmm... I'll eat with you after I've washed up." My mother's gentle voice came from the bathroom. Of course, I took advantage of this opportunity to add something to the food. If my mom was drugged, it would be a joke. Also, I had to stick to one principle: whether or not there was something added, I had to take a bite.

The purpose of doing this was just to show my mom that we were eating from the same plate, to clear my name. But remember, I couldn't eat anything with something added!

I had to throw it away quickly when my mom wasn't looking. It was quite wasteful, but I considered it an investment! This time, the "additive" I used was high-end stuff, bought online. Today was my first time trying it out; I wonder how it went?

After waiting for ages, my mom finally finished her shower, and everything was going according to plan. But then I was shocked – she collapsed before even finishing her meal! I was completely flustered. Luckily, I noticed she was still breathing and had a heartbeat; otherwise, I wouldn't have known what to do. I almost thought I'd killed her!

Sigh! I immediately decided not to add such a strong drug to her food again. Otherwise, I'd have to spend time cleaning up the food she'd spilled while she was unconscious – it wouldn't be worth it.

After a lot of commotion, I could finally enjoy my mom's delicious body. Plus, she smelled wonderful after her shower, which excited me greatly. Without hesitation, I started by taking off her clothes. This time, I planned to do something different.

So I first took out the glass test tubes I had prepared for chemistry class, then slowly inserted them into my mother's vagina, and then repeatedly thrust and rotated them. My goal today was to fill each test tube with my mother's vaginal fluid. After each tube was filled, I would stopper it with a cork and attach a label. I wonder what my mother would think if she knew that her vaginal fluid was being preserved and treasured by her son in glass test tubes, and that she would later sell it to a perverted old man for profit when she was short of money.

Chapter Five: Deceiving the Young and the Old

Speaking of why I started selling my mother's vaginal fluid, it was actually quite unexpected. It happened one time when I was collecting my mother's vaginal fluid in the same way as before, and someone rang the doorbell. At that time, I thought it was my older brother, so I opened the door without thinking.

Later, the building manager downstairs said he urgently needed to use the toilet and rushed there before I could even agree. However, he didn't end up using it because he incontinent after seeing my mother's appearance. I told him to clean it up, as I didn't have time to deal with him. His lewd expression when he looked at my mother made me want to punch him. He kept asking me all sorts of questions, even trying to get my collected vaginal fluid. I glared at him and said, "One tube costs a thousand. Pay up or take it." A

thousand dollars was a huge sum for a middle school student like me back then. I thought the price would scare him away, but he said it was cheap and wanted to buy ten tubes first. He said he'd go home and get ten thousand dollars for me. Looking at the stacks of cash, I naturally accepted. The money was already there; I didn't want to turn it down.

Therefore, my first job was selling my mother's vaginal fluid. Later, I found out that the administrator had been obsessed with my mother for a long time, and had even offered a high price to have sex with her. I always refused, saying that my mother was in her fertile period or had just started her period. But I told him not to be disappointed, and that if the timing was right and the price was right, I would definitely let him have his way.

As time went on, he told me everything, even about peeping at my mother while she was showering. Maybe he thought we were the same kind of people. But I lied to him and said that my mother had only had sex with my father, and that I had a fetish for collecting my mother's vaginal fluid because I was afraid of incest. Later, he sometimes bought too much (he told me that he sold some to people with this fetish for two thousand a bottle). At that time, I thought to myself, "Damn it! That damn middleman."

But I didn't need the money, so I didn't care. Later, I started selling it mixed with half vaginal fluid and half saliva, and I limited the quantity to ten bottles a day. So, the ones I sold later were all diluted. Of course, I couldn't dilute them for my personal collection!

My first million was earned through my mother's vaginal fluids. I remember the day I earned it, I let the building manager touch my naked mother to his heart's content. Afterwards, the manager gave me another million, saying he felt ashamed because he had sold her for a higher price. But I didn't blame him; I even helped him rush the sales and allowed him to molest my mother.

So the extra million was returned to me. Later, I realized the manager was actually quite trustworthy. I told him not to touch my mother, and he never did. So later, when I drugged my mother, I often let the manager share the spoils.

Chapter Six: Preparing for Ejaculation

The days leading up to my father's return home were always my happiest time. Many people might find this contradictory—wouldn't I be bored after my father came home? Actually, a few weeks of a simpler life isn't bad, and it's a good way to conserve energy!

But what truly excited me was that I could finally play the "preparing to ejaculate" game. Since Dad always made love to Mom when he came home, I wasn't worried about anything going wrong playing this extremely dangerous game. And I'd been playing with Mom for a long time, so our relatives and friends all knew she had a beastly son. However, everyone was too greedy to say anything, after all, a beautiful and naive young woman like Mom wasn't easy to find, especially not for free!

So everyone was very accommodating, and I often came up with new ways to satisfy them, such as the "preparing to ejaculate

" game. This game was quite simple: I would first position Mom, completely naked, with her buttocks facing upwards. Then, I would use a vaginal speculum to open her vagina, making it easier for everyone's semen to flow directly into her uterus. Then, the participants would take turns masturbating and ejaculating into Mom's uterus, one after another, continuously, because after a round of rest, everyone was "preparing to ejaculate"!

Playing this way, neither my mother nor the participants were too tired; in fact, they could be said to be quite adept at it. It was even more enjoyable for the spectators, which is why some people would get erect again shortly after ejaculating. I, on the other hand, was burning with desire as I watched everyone take turns ejaculating into my mother's uterus. These people included relatives, friends, strangers, neighbors, and even my mother's older brother, whom she treated like her own son. One by one, they ejaculated into my mother's uterus, and she had no power to resist, only able to accept it all without knowing it. Their penises and testicles were like teapots overflowing with semen, pouring into my mother's container-like uterus.

The thought of my mother chatting and laughing with them while her belly was full of semen excited me immensely.

But what excited me even more was that if my father came home during my mother's fertile period, we would even make bets privately about whose child it would be, using it as a basis for comparing whose sperm was strongest.

As the game drew to a close, I slowly removed the speculum while carefully applying the ointment evenly to the inside of my mother's vagina, causing it to tighten and prevent the semen from leaking out of her uterus. This marked the end of the game.

After my father returned, relatives and friends would visit our house, and even neighbors would come over for a chat, partly to see my father, and partly to see my mother with her belly full of semen.

Chapter Seven: Semen Extraction and Acupuncture .

For some reason, I quite enjoyed seeing my mother covered in semen, even her stomach, uterus, bladder, and anus. I wished I could fill them with semen. However, obtaining such a large amount of semen was difficult for me, so I secretly established a masturbation club at school. All members could obtain nude photos of my mother for masturbation, but the membership requirement was to contribute at least 6cc of semen to the club every day.

Over the past year, thanks to my dedicated efforts, the group has grown in size and influence, with even some school teachers secretly joining. Everyone hopes to contribute a total of five liters of semen so they can freely rape my mother without her noticing. This was, of course, a promise I made to the "Semen Card" members, and I intend to keep it without fail. As a result, after a year, the amount of semen contributed by members has reached my ideal.

So, I often took the members' contributed semen home to use on my mother. Once, I even felt a little disgusted because I successfully filled her uterus and bladder to the brim, and then used strong tape to seal her labia. I also poured so much semen into her anus that I had to use two large corks to plug it so that it wouldn't be expelled. I also poured a lot into her stomach, and her belly was already noticeably protruding. Finally, I picked my mother up and carried her to the bathtub filled with semen, and then gently placed her in the tub.

Soon, my mother was completely naked, soaked in semen. I couldn't resist either, so I squatted on the bathtub and masturbated, ejaculating onto her delicate face that hadn't yet been covered in semen. Afterwards, I stared at my mother for a while and finished filming the last roll of tape.

This time, I didn't plan to clean my mother up; I intended to let her wake up naturally. I knew she would be shocked when she woke up.

But it didn't matter; I already had an excuse. My father was planning to leave my mother, and the truth would eventually come out. Although my mother was naive and silly, it didn't mean my father was. He had sent her a letter, and I had secretly read its contents. Luckily, it didn't mention me.

When my mother woke up, she was surprised, but the letter I showed her shocked and saddened her even more. I lied and said that the things in the bathtub were things my father had brought back for my mother's beauty and skincare, and that this was something he had made for her.

Thankfully, my heartbroken and desperate mother wasn't in the mood to consider how absurd my reasoning was. However, she did notice that her anus and labia were sealed. After telling me to leave, she washed herself alone. Through the hidden camera, I saw the moment she removed the cork and duct tape, and the semen gushed out of her openings like a stampede of horses. Later, I went to another bathroom to relieve myself and couldn't control myself for a long time.

Epilogue:

I was eighteen that year, and my mother was thirty-seven. I had been molesting my mother since fourth grade, while she had been thoroughly raped after being drugged at her wedding banquet when she was nineteen. However, my mother never knew the truth, and I didn't intend to tell her. Although I no longer toy with my mother, what was the point of telling her about this past of being raped?

Actually, after playing with my mother for more than eight years, what excited me was no longer the physical pleasure, but watching the relatives of my husband's family who had thoroughly raped my mother chatting and laughing with her.

Now, because of my father's passing, my mother is terrified that she won't be able to bear the blow if I leave too.

So she tries to satisfy me materially and is extremely obedient to me, afraid of upsetting me. I believe that if I wanted to rape my mother now, she would definitely agree, but I have never asked her to do so. It's not because I think she's too old; otherwise, I wouldn't get an erection just from seeing her sleeping posture when we sleep in the same bed.

I just feel that doing so would hurt my mother. Even though she doesn't know, what would others think of her? So I no longer sell my mother's vaginal fluids, nor do I play any sex games. I also refuse all those who want to rape my mother. After I went to university, everyone envied me for having such a beautiful mother, and for picking me up and dropping me off every day. There were even people who called themselves a "mother-rape enthusiast club" who tried to recruit me, instilling in me all sorts of benefits and advantages, but I remained unmoved.

I've always felt indebted to my mother because the sex games I devised resulted in her getting pregnant three times, only to miscarry three times, leaving her physically weak. Every time I carefully care for her, I'm met with grateful looks, which only makes me feel more ashamed.

Later, we moved because so many men who had violated my mother continued to exploit her, so we moved to the suburbs to avoid unnecessary trouble. As for my first broken promise, it was to a masturbation club, though I heard it's still operating.

Recently, after my mother smelled my genitals, she's been sleeping in a 69 position opposite me while I'm asleep, and she sucks on my glans. I know this is a lingering effect from before; looking back, my desperate attempts to familiarize her with my semen seem a bit ridiculous.

Later, I told my mother that if she did this again, I would move out. She was terrified and cried, apologizing and promising not to do it again. Seeing her like this breaks my heart, since I'm the one who caused her situation.

Later, I took my mother outdoors and encouraged her to participate in more activities, hoping to help her find her focus in life. Through my continuous efforts and encouragement, my mother remarried. The groom was the building manager who had previously had feelings for her—it really was quite a coincidence!

To be honest, I was a little worried at first, but after spending time with him, I found that he took good care of my mother. So I gradually felt relieved, and five years later, I got married. I chose to let time bury those reckless days of the past.

Chapter One: Being Molested

At 10 PM, on the Taiwan Motor Transport bus, there weren't many people, only a handful. The journey from Kaohsiung to Taipei was about to begin, and I was sitting unhappily in the last row with my mother. Why was I unhappy?

It was all because I'd just been scolded by my mom. It was just an accident that caused her to expose herself; it wasn't intentional. I got angrier and angrier the whole way. My mom, on the other hand, was fast asleep after taking sleeping pills (to avoid motion sickness). Since I had nothing better to do, a thought suddenly struck me: since I got scolded so badly for accidentally exposing my mom, I might as well deliberately expose her. So, taking advantage of the dim lighting inside the car and my advantageous position in the back row, seeing that all the other passengers were asleep, I boldly unbuttoned the top two buttons of my mom's blouse, then pushed up her tight skirt to reveal her alluring thighs. Next, I placed the bottle of sleeping pills next to her. After setting everything up, I sat on the other side, ready to watch the show, and hid the V8 in a good spot, ready to start it up at any moment.

Not long after, an old man got up to use the toilet. Suddenly, he noticed my mother's appearance. He looked around to make sure no one was watching, then leered at her. He noticed the jar of sleeping pills and examined it for a while before gently shaking her. When she didn't react, his hands became bolder. He rubbed my mother's breasts with one hand while slowly slipping the other under her skirt. He then boldly removed her entire top and unhooked her bra, revealing her full breasts to both of us. Of course, this was all recorded on V8.

After removing the bra, the old man's mouth began to work on her breasts, biting and licking them with practiced ease. Watching this, I felt a surge of sexual desire. Although I had molested my mother many times before while she slept, this excitement was stronger than ever.

Just as I was wondering why this was happening, and never imagined I would become so deeply fascinated by it, I noticed that my father-in-law had somehow left my mother's skirt and underwear on the chair next to him, and his posture had changed. Now my mother was sitting on the chair with her legs spread wide open, and my father-in-law seemed stunned. I thought it might be because my mother was a so-called "white tiger" (a term used to describe someone who is sexually impaired). But he didn't stay still for long before he started licking my mother's private parts, and he seemed quite pleased with himself.

He even inserted his middle finger into her vagina. Suddenly, someone called out, "My dear husband." It seemed to be my father-in-law's wife, and he hurriedly got up and left.

"Hehe..." But I knew he would come back, and sure enough, my father-in-law returned. This time, he even took out his penis, though it seemed unable to get erect, only slightly enlarged. Seeing him spread my mother's legs again, I thought, "What will happen if this continues?" So

I got up. He was startled as soon as I stood up. Our eyes met, and I whispered, "What are you doing to my mother, father-in-law?"

He trembled with fear, quickly apologized, and left. I then turned off V8. Hehe! There were many good scenes.

I took out some toilet paper and cleaned my mom's genitals before helping her put her clothes back on. Back home, I transferred the footage from the V8 to a videotape. At the time, I never imagined that this videotape would have so many sequels.

Chapter Two: Personal Experience

Following the incident at the Taiwan Bus Company, I had been looking for an opportunity to expose my mom. Unfortunately, my mom was conservative by nature; if it weren't for the wedding in Kaohsiung, her only tight skirt would probably have remained forever in the closet. Heaven rewards the persistent; not only did I find an opportunity, but I also discovered a weakness in my mom: after two drinks, she would be completely drunk. However, I wasn't the first to discover this weakness, so I paid a heavy price—no… I should say my mom paid a heavy price too.

That day, we went back to our hometown for the Lunar New Year. That evening, someone suggested we play a drinking game, and even my mom was forced to drink two glasses. However, she couldn't hold her liquor and was helped upstairs by my two cousins to rest; after all, at 14, I didn't have much strength.

I wanted to see my mother, so I followed her upstairs. Just as I was about to open the door, I overheard my two cousins talking inside.

"I'm going first! You went first last time, so it's my turn this time."

"Okay! Hurry up."

"You should make her down a few more shots of strong liquor, otherwise we'll be in trouble if she wakes up."

"Don't worry! I've downed the whole bottle of XO."

"Hehe... this way we can keep going until dawn without any problem."

Just as I was curious about what was going on and gently pushed open the door, I saw a scene that shocked me to my core: a naked woman lying on top of a man, and another man on top of her, the three of them swaying back and forth. Judging from the extent to which the woman's legs were spread apart and the piston-like movements of the two men, I roughly knew that two penises were thrusting in and out of the woman's body. Of course, I didn't need to guess that the woman was my mother.

But at that moment, I didn't want to stop them at all. Instead, I felt a strange excitement, even stronger than when I was exposing my mother. As time passed, they kept changing positions. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me, which startled me so much that I quickly slipped into the room and hid behind a clothes rack. Luckily, one of my cousins was licking my mother's private parts, and the other was playing with her breasts and didn't notice me.

Then the door opened.

"Wow! I knew you guys were doing her again." My two younger cousins exclaimed in unison.

"Damn it! You guys still came up here. Don't tell me you came to cover her with a blanket." My older cousin retorted, not to be outdone.

"Hehe... we came to wipe her sweat with our tongues, hahaha!"

"Hehe... we're tired too, it's your turn!" With that, my cousins both stood by the bed.

"Sigh... I always have to do what you guys have already done." Even though he said that, my younger cousin quickly got into position.

"Who told us to be the older cousins, hahaha!"

I got more and more excited watching from behind the clothes rack. In the end, my older and younger cousins all went at it together. They had a very tacit understanding when they were having sex with my mother. As soon as one of them ejaculated, another would take over. While waiting, they took turns playing with my mother's breasts, which allowed them to conserve their energy. No one was idle for a moment. The four of them took turns ejaculating inside my mother. From their conversation, I believed that this wasn't the first time they had done this to my mother. I just didn't expect that there was an even bigger scene to come.

There was another sound of footsteps. I could almost guess exactly what they were going to do.

Before long, my uncles and other uncles appeared in front of me, and my younger and older cousins also tactfully left my mother.

"Dad! You're here too!"

"Of course... We're downstairs working together to get everyone drunk, while you guys are having fun here!"

"So we can do it until dawn again!" my older cousin said excitedly.

"Sigh...all you think about is going at it until dawn. If only you were this serious about studying!"

"Who told God to send us such a beauty to have our fun? The timing, the place, and the people were all perfect. We couldn't help

but want to!" "Yeah, I thought we'd be exposed. After all, she's been penetrated by so many men and is all red and swollen. It's hard not to suspect something."

"Hmm...luckily, she only said her whole body ached, so Uncle San thought it was because of a hangover."

"And Uncle San even said it was because of a hangover, which is normal. I wanted to laugh but didn't dare. I held it in for so long!"

"Hahaha, we can be so unrestrained thanks to this beauty who has never drunk alcohol and Uncle San's explanation!"

After Uncle Da finished speaking, he continued his battle with Uncle and Uncle Er. I had watched for so long and witnessed many techniques. My pants were already full of semen. It turns out that my mother had been played with and raped like a rag doll all along.

Later, I got tired and fell asleep without realizing it. When I woke up, I found my mother with two penises in her mouth, one in each hand, one inserted into each of her two holes, and another tucked between her breasts. It was quite a sight. So I took out my travel camera and carefully filmed the scene, even taking close-ups of each penis and its owner.

I left dejectedly, only to find everyone still asleep downstairs. So I went for a walk outside by myself and didn't go back until the afternoon.

As soon as I entered the door, everyone asked me with concern where I had been. I could only give them a few perfunctory answers. Seeing my cousins chatting and laughing with my mother, I felt a sense of pleasure, thinking, "If you knew how they were doing things to Mom, would you still be able to laugh?"

Later, my father had to go back to Taipei early because of some business, while my mother and I prepared to take the bus back to Taipei the next day. All the way, I was thinking about how to take advantage of this good opportunity, while my mother innocently asked me what I wanted for breakfast. So, while waiting for the bus, I went to the pharmacy and breakfast shop to buy breakfast and the tools for the entertainment later.

Although we were taking the Taiwan Bus again, it was crowded during the Lunar New Year and it was early morning, so even though my mom was sound asleep after taking sleeping pills, I had no chance at all. To make matters worse, we were sitting in the middle, which meant I could only grope her all over. The most daring thing I did was insert my right middle finger into her private parts. However, I was still pretty good to my mom. Knowing that her genitals were still swollen, I applied some ointment I bought from the pharmacy and pulled her underwear down to her knees. I thought that letting it air out and reducing friction with her underwear might help the swelling go down faster, so I did that. Of course, I wasn't stupid enough to forget to put her back on before she woke up.

Chapter 3: Feeding Mother Semen

After returning home, I couldn't wait to take advantage of my older brother's absence and rush into his room with the spare key to find fresh semen. Based on past experience, I believed that my older brother would have some new products in the next few days. Why did I say that?

This goes back to when I was in fourth grade. We rented out the rooftop extension to an older boy. I often went there, and that's when I first encountered pornography. It was at his urging that I started giving my mother sleeping pills, and we took the opportunity to molest her together. However, neither of us actually penetrated her vagina at the time; I couldn't get an erection. The older boy was afraid of being caught, and I later learned he had been caught before.

He wouldn't do it without absolute certainty, which is why he taught me various techniques and knowledge, intending to use me to have sex with my mother first, then he could frame me and make me a scapegoat.

Anyway, I did find a glass jar containing semen under his bed.

After each time my older brother masturbated, he would ejaculate into a container and then ask me to mix it into my mother's food. Sometimes, he would smear the semen on a handkerchief and, after my mother had taken sleeping pills and fallen asleep, he would cover her face with the semen-soaked handkerchief, making sure the semen side was facing up to avoid getting it on her face. He said he wanted her to get used to the smell. He also said this trick didn't work on any woman because he had observed my parents' sex through a hidden camera and found that they always used the normal position without any variation, and the semen was always ejaculated inside my mother's body. Based on my account and his observations, he concluded that my mother didn't know what semen looked like or even what it tasted like.

I asked him how he observed this. He said that once after masturbating, he forgot to clean up, leaving semen all over the floor. My mother happened to be going upstairs to hang laundry and went in to check on my older brother. She stepped in the semen and broke out in a cold sweat. But my mother thought it was some food that had dripped onto the floor and helped him clean it up.

My older brother even initially thought my mom was pretending not to know to avoid an awkward situation. However, after hearing me say that my parents came from conservative families and that, as far back as I could remember, the husband was the breadwinner and the wife stayed home, he realized my mom genuinely didn't know, not pretending. That's why he dared to use this tactic.

As usual, I divided the semen fairly before smearing the remaining semen on a handkerchief and waiting for nightfall. Actually, after two or three years of planning, I had significantly increased the concentration of my semen, even using "undiluted" semen in some places. For example, I would spread it on white steamed buns or sandwiches for breakfast, like jam. At first, my mom would ask what kind of jam it was, and I would casually say that a classmate had given it to me. He even told me I had to let my mom try it.

Unexpectedly, my mom actually believed me, and she kept doing it without stopping, all thanks to the fact that I was the one feeding her!

"Mom's asleep!" My older brother suddenly appeared behind me, startling me.

"What are you doing! Sneaking around like that, you scared me."

"Sorry! Isn't Dad home?"

"Of course not! You know Dad's always away on business!"

"Yeah!" After saying that, the older brother sneaked back into my mom's room, and of course I followed.

The older brother skillfully took off my mom's clothes while ravaging her body, but I wasn't as excited as before. Maybe it was because I had just seen my mom being thoroughly raped not long ago! And I was used to seeing the older brother molesting my mom, so I was a little unsatisfied, and I was thinking about all sorts of plans that would satisfy me.

"Oh right! You can ejaculate now!" The older brother stopped sucking on my mom's breasts and looked up at me.

"Yeah... I've been masturbating a lot lately!"

"Why be so sad? There's a woman right in front of you, and a stunner at that!" I knew he was no longer satisfied with just molesting my mom, and wanted me to go first, so that if my mom woke up and found out something was wrong, I would be the scapegoat. Heh... But I'm not the same as before.

"That's what I was thinking too, so I'm making plans!" I casually teased him.

"Why bother? There's no time like the present, let's do it now!"

"No, I want something more exciting." That last part was true.

"Alright! Don't forget to call me!"

"Of course I'll need you!" After a few polite words, the older brother went back to his work, but I thought to myself: Calling you is fine, but wait until I've made my plans!

I can't let him know my mom's weakness, otherwise I guarantee she'll be completely drunk the next day, letting the older brother have his way with her.

"By the way! Big brother, if possible, get some more fresh stuff. We've been using a lot of the original juice lately!"

"No problem, I'll bring some brothers over to my place for a quickie another day!"

"Hmm... these past few weeks, I've been doing what you said, putting some semen on my fingers and letting my mom smell it. I didn't expect that she would unconsciously lick the semen off my hand while she was fast asleep!"

"Of course!"

"It's from when I masturbate."

"Hmm... when I don't have enough semen, I often put my mom's head between my legs, but since I don't do it often, I don't know when she'll get used to my taste."

"Soon! Once she gets used to the semen, it'll be much faster!"

"Hmm... you can play around, I'm going to sleep, remember to clean up!"

"Don't worry! Don't you trust me?!"

"Of course I trust you, you're an expert, but I still want to remind you, just in case!"

"Hmm... goodnight!"

Chapter Four: The Source of Erotic Water

"Mom... wake up, breakfast is ready, you can eat breakfast!"

"Hmm... my head is spinning." Mom answered weakly.

I was naturally dizzy, and watching my mom eat my specially made semen sandwiches always made my little brother swell and feel uncomfortable.

Especially when some semen got on her lips, watching my mom lick it back with her tongue made my blood boil even more. Later, I told my mom I was going out to play, and I also browsed a sex toy store and picked out a few fun things to buy. When I got home, my mom had already cooked dinner and was waiting for me.

"Mom, let's eat."

"Hmm... I'll eat with you after I've washed up." My mother's gentle voice came from the bathroom. Of course, I took advantage of this opportunity to add some "spice" to the food. If my mom was unconscious, it would be a joke. Also, I had to stick to one principle: whether or not there was something added, I had to take some.

The purpose of doing this was just to show my mom that we were eating from the same plate, to clear my name. But remember, I couldn't eat the stuff with the added "spice"!

I had to throw it away quickly when my mom wasn't looking. It was a waste, but I considered it an investment! This time, I used a high-end ingredient, bought online. Today was its first test; I wonder how effective it will be?

After waiting a long time, my mom finally finished her shower, and everything went according to plan. But soon I was shocked—she collapsed before even finishing her meal! I was completely at a loss. Luckily, I noticed she was still breathing and had a heartbeat; otherwise, I really wouldn't know what to do. I almost thought I had killed her.

Sigh! At that moment, I decided never to add such a strong drug to the food again. Otherwise, I'd have to spend time cleaning up the food she spilled when she passed out—it would be a huge waste.

After a lot of commotion, I could finally start enjoying my mom's delicious body. Plus, she smelled wonderful after her shower, which excited me greatly. Without hesitation, I took off her clothes. This time, I planned to try something different.

So I first took out the glass test tubes I had prepared for chemistry class, then slowly inserted them into my mother's vagina, and then repeatedly thrust and rotated them. My goal today was to fill each test tube with my mother's vaginal fluid. After each tube was filled, I would stopper it with a cork and attach a label. I wonder what my mother would think if she knew that her vaginal fluid was being preserved and treasured by her son in glass test tubes, and that she would later sell it to a perverted old man for profit when she was short of money.

Chapter Five: Deceiving the Young and the Old

Speaking of why I started selling my mother's vaginal fluid, it was actually quite unexpected. It happened one time when I was collecting my mother's vaginal fluid in the same way as before, and someone rang the doorbell. At that time, I thought it was my older brother, so I opened the door without thinking.

Later, the building manager downstairs said he urgently needed to use the toilet and rushed there before I could even agree. However, he didn't end up using it because he incontinent after seeing my mother's appearance. I told him to clean it up, as I didn't have time to deal with him. His lewd expression when he looked at my mother made me want to punch him. He kept asking me all sorts of questions, even trying to get my collected vaginal fluid. I glared at him and said, "One tube costs a thousand. Pay up or take it." A

thousand dollars was a huge sum for a middle school student like me back then. I thought the price would scare him away, but he said it was cheap and wanted to buy ten tubes first. He said he'd go home and get ten thousand dollars for me. Looking at the stacks of cash, I naturally accepted. The money was already there; I didn't want to turn it down.

Therefore, my first job was selling my mother's vaginal fluid. Later, I found out that the administrator had been obsessed with my mother for a long time, and had even offered a high price to have sex with her. I always refused, saying that my mother was in her fertile period or had just started her period. But I told him not to be disappointed, and that if the timing was right and the price was right, I would definitely let him have his way.

As time went on, he told me everything, even about peeping at my mother while she was showering. Maybe he thought we were the same kind of people. But I lied to him and said that my mother had only had sex with my father, and that I had a fetish for collecting my mother's vaginal fluid because I was afraid of incest. Later, he sometimes bought too much (he told me that he sold some to people with this fetish for two thousand a bottle). At that time, I thought to myself, "Damn it! That damn middleman."

But I didn't need the money, so I didn't care. Later, I started selling it mixed with half vaginal fluid and half saliva, and I limited the quantity to ten bottles a day. So, the ones I sold later were all diluted. Of course, I couldn't dilute them for my personal collection!

My first million was earned through my mother's vaginal fluids. I remember the day I earned it, I let the building manager touch my naked mother to his heart's content. Afterwards, the manager gave me another million, saying he felt ashamed because he had sold her for a higher price. But I didn't blame him; I even helped him rush the sales and allowed him to molest my mother.

So the extra million was returned to me. Later, I realized the manager was actually quite trustworthy. I told him not to touch my mother, and he never did. So later, when I drugged my mother, I often let the manager share the spoils.

Chapter Six: Preparing for Ejaculation

The days leading up to my father's return home were always my happiest time. Many people might find this contradictory—wouldn't I be bored after my father came home? Actually, a few weeks of a simpler life isn't bad, and it's a good way to conserve energy!

But what truly excited me was that I could finally play the "preparing to ejaculate" game. Since Dad always made love to Mom when he came home, I wasn't worried about anything going wrong playing this extremely dangerous game. And I'd been playing with Mom for a long time, so our relatives and friends all knew she had a beastly son. However, everyone was too greedy to say anything, after all, a beautiful and naive young woman like Mom wasn't easy to find, especially not for free!

So everyone was very accommodating, and I often came up with new ways to satisfy them, such as the "preparing to ejaculate

" game. This game was quite simple: I would first position Mom, completely naked, with her buttocks facing upwards. Then, I would use a vaginal speculum to open her vagina, making it easier for everyone's semen to flow directly into her uterus. Then, the participants would take turns masturbating and ejaculating into Mom's uterus, one after another, continuously, because after a round of rest, everyone was "preparing to ejaculate"!

Playing this way, neither my mother nor the participants were too tired; in fact, they could be said to be quite adept at it. It was even more enjoyable for the spectators, which is why some people would get erect again shortly after ejaculating. I, on the other hand, was burning with desire as I watched everyone take turns ejaculating into my mother's uterus. These people included relatives, friends, strangers, neighbors, and even my mother's older brother, whom she treated like her own son. One by one, they ejaculated into my mother's uterus, and she had no power to resist, only able to accept it all without knowing it. Their penises and testicles were like teapots overflowing with semen, pouring into my mother's container-like uterus.

The thought of my mother chatting and laughing with them while her belly was full of semen excited me immensely.

But what excited me even more was that if my father came home during my mother's fertile period, we would even make bets privately about whose child it would be, using it as a basis for comparing whose sperm was strongest.

As the game drew to a close, I slowly removed the speculum while carefully applying the ointment evenly to the inside of my mother's vagina, causing it to tighten and prevent the semen from leaking out of her uterus. This marked the end of the game.

After my father returned, relatives and friends would visit our house, and even neighbors would come over for a chat, partly to see my father, and partly to see my mother with her belly full of semen.

Chapter Seven: Semen Extraction and Acupuncture .

For some reason, I quite enjoyed seeing my mother covered in semen, even her stomach, uterus, bladder, and anus. I wished I could fill them with semen. However, obtaining such a large amount of semen was difficult for me, so I secretly established a masturbation club at school. All members could obtain nude photos of my mother for masturbation, but the membership requirement was to contribute at least 6cc of semen to the club every day.

Over the past year, thanks to my dedicated efforts, the group has grown in size and influence, with even some school teachers secretly joining. Everyone hopes to contribute a total of five liters of semen so they can freely rape my mother without her noticing. This was, of course, a promise I made to the "Semen Card" members, and I intend to keep it without fail. As a result, after a year, the amount of semen contributed by members has reached my ideal.

So, I often took the members' contributed semen home to use on my mother. Once, I even felt a little disgusted because I successfully filled her uterus and bladder to the brim, and then used strong tape to seal her labia. I also poured so much semen into her anus that I had to use two large corks to plug it so that it wouldn't be expelled. I also poured a lot into her stomach, and her belly was already noticeably protruding. Finally, I picked my mother up and carried her to the bathtub filled with semen, and then gently placed her in the tub.

Soon, my mother was completely naked, soaked in semen. I couldn't resist either, so I squatted on the bathtub and masturbated, ejaculating onto her delicate face that hadn't yet been covered in semen. Afterwards, I stared at my mother for a while and finished filming the last roll of tape.

This time, I didn't plan to clean my mother up; I intended to let her wake up naturally. I knew she would be shocked when she woke up.

But it didn't matter; I already had an excuse. My father was planning to leave my mother, and the truth would eventually come out. Although my mother was naive and silly, it didn't mean my father was. He had sent her a letter, and I had secretly read its contents. Luckily, it didn't mention me.

When my mother woke up, she was surprised, but the letter I showed her shocked and saddened her even more. I lied and said that the things in the bathtub were things my father had brought back for my mother's beauty and skincare, and that this was something he had made for her.

Thankfully, my heartbroken and desperate mother wasn't in the mood to consider how absurd my reasoning was. However, she did notice that her anus and labia were sealed. After telling me to leave, she washed herself alone. Through the hidden camera, I saw the moment she removed the cork and duct tape, and the semen gushed out of her openings like a stampede of horses. Later, I went to another bathroom to relieve myself and couldn't control myself for a long time.

Epilogue:

I was eighteen that year, and my mother was thirty-seven. I had been molesting my mother since fourth grade, while she had been thoroughly raped after being drugged at her wedding banquet when she was nineteen. However, my mother never knew the truth, and I didn't intend to tell her. Although I no longer toyed with my mother, what was the point of telling her about this past of rape?

Actually, I've been having sex with my mother for over eight years. What excites me is no longer the physical pleasure, but watching my mother and her husband's relatives, who had previously sexually assaulted her, chatting and laughing together.

Now, because of my father's passing, my mother is terrified that she won't be able to bear the blow if I leave too.

So she tries to satisfy me materially and is extremely obedient to me, afraid of upsetting me. I believe that if I wanted to sexually assault her now, she would definitely agree, but I've never asked her to do so. It's not because I think she's too old; otherwise, I wouldn't get an erection just from seeing her sleeping posture when we sleep in the same bed.

I just feel that doing so would hurt my mother. Even if she doesn't know, what will others think of her? So I no longer sell my mother's vaginal fluids, nor do I play any sex games. I've also refused all those who still want to sexually assault my mother. After I went to university, everyone envied me for having such a beautiful mother, and for picking me up and dropping me off every day. There were even people claiming to be members of a "mother-sexuality enthusiast group" who tried to recruit me, trying to sell me all sorts of benefits and advantages, but I remained unmoved.

I've always felt indebted to my mother because the sex games I devised resulted in her getting pregnant three times, only to miscarry three times, leaving her physically weak. Every time I carefully cared for her, I was met with grateful looks, which only made me feel more ashamed.

Later, we moved because so many men who had violated my mother continued to exploit her, so we moved to the suburbs to avoid unnecessary trouble. As for my first broken promise, it was to a masturbation club, though I heard it's still operating.

Recently, after my mother smelled my genitals, she's been sleeping in a 69 position opposite me while I'm asleep, and she sucks on my glans. I know this is a lingering effect from before; looking back, my desperate attempts to familiarize her with my semen seem a bit ridiculous.

Later, I told my mother that if she did this again, I would move out. She was terrified and cried, apologizing and promising not to do it again. Seeing her like this breaks my heart, since I'm the one who caused her situation.

Later, I took my mom outdoors and encouraged her to participate in more activities, hoping to help her find her focus in life. Through my continued efforts and encouragement, my mom remarried. The groom was the same caretaker who had previously had feelings for her—it really was quite a coincidence!

To be honest, I was a little worried at first, but after spending time with him, I found that he took good care of my mom. So I gradually felt at ease, and five years later, I got married. As for those carefree days of the past, I chose to let time bury them.

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