Mom's daily life

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Preface to 　　"My Mother's Daily Life"
: I can't continue writing "My Great Mother" for now, nor can I continue "My Beautiful Mother." Since each chapter could stand alone, not having an ending wasn't a problem, so please forgive my laziness. Thank you to all the brothers who have supported the above articles. Because I found less material for "My Great Mother's" greatness later on, I've decided to create a new story, combining elements from "My Great Mother" and "My Beautiful Mother," based on my own experiences and materials from netizens. Thank you for your support.
Chapter One: Travel
to Wuyishan: My mother loves to travel. That summer, she took me, then in junior high school, and her colleagues to Wuyishan. I was so excited I couldn't sleep for days because I had never traveled far before, and this trip was going to be amazing.
However, once we arrived, we realized the place wasn't safe; the social order was terrible. On our second day, my mother's colleague, Sister Fang, and a male colleague robbed us outside our small hotel. My mother and I were too afraid to go out alone. At that point, I started to doubt if we had made a mistake coming to this place.
The daytime activities were plentiful: visiting scenic spots, hiking, swimming. Because of the heat, they especially loved swimming, but I always felt that the men weren't really swimming. They were always subtly approaching my mother, trying to take advantage of her. My mother was only in her thirties then, truly the most beautiful woman in their factory.
In the evenings, we would all sit around a table eating, drinking, and playing mahjong—five or six men and three women, eating and drinking. Since Fangjie and the others were kidnapped, men and women had been living together in one room. My mother, I, and a security guard from the factory surnamed Zhang shared a room. Fangjie shared a room with two other men.
"Sister Qin, does your son drink?" one of my mother's colleagues asked.
"Of course he does! My son can drink quite a bit," my mother said, smiling and patting my head.
"I don't believe it. He's only in the second year of junior high. Impossible," the colleague shook her head.
“Then I’ll bet you two. My son can drink two glasses of brandy without throwing up. Whoever loses has to give the other a hundred yuan,”
Mom said, pouring me a glass of brandy.
“Bet it is, who’s afraid of who?”
“Son, you drink it and show your Uncle Li.” She handed me a small glass of brandy.
“Mom, the teacher said we’re not allowed to drink.” I looked at Mom.
“Haha, Sister Qin, how about it? You lost, didn’t you?” Uncle Li laughed at Mom.
“Son, aren’t you embarrassing your mother? Listen to your mother, drink it.” Mom said sternly.
Mom is usually very good to me, so I decided to listen to her and drank the glass of brandy down in one gulp. This brandy was really hard to drink.
In less than ten minutes, I fell asleep on the sofa. When I woke up the next day, Mom and the others were not there, or Mom was taking a shower. This happened for several nights in a row, and I got drunk three times.
That night was our last night in Wuyishan. Everyone ate, drank, and had fun. Mom, who usually doesn’t drink much, drank more than usual. My alcohol tolerance had improved a bit in the past few days, but I still passed out that night.
I woke up in the middle of the night. I slowly opened my eyes and saw two people rolling around together on the opposite bed. My head, which had been throbbing with pain, immediately cleared. The people opposite me could only be my mother and Uncle Zhang.
The bedside lamp was on, but it was dimly lit, emitting a faint yellow light. My mother and Uncle Zhang, who usually only wore underwear to bed, were now completely naked, embracing each other. They were passionately kissing, their mouths joined together, their tongues intertwined, trying their best to keep quiet, but they didn't realize I was awake.
That was the first time I had seen my mother naked. The two people on the bed, my mother's breasts were not large, her waist was relatively thin, her arms were full, her legs were long, and most alluring was her buttocks, which were pert and round. When my mother's male colleagues touched her while swimming, I touched her a few times too. Back then, I was wearing a swimsuit and didn't feel anything. But the feeling now was truly shocking. My mother was naked and having sex with another man. Just thinking about it made me hard, and seeing it with my own eyes made my penis turn into an iron rod.
Mom's hair, usually styled in a bun, was now loose, scattered on the pillow, making her look even more alluring.
She held Uncle Zhang's head in her hands, pulling her tongue away from his, which had been locked in a passionate kiss. She whispered to him, "Little Zhang, don't be so loud, you might wake my son." She glanced in my direction, but the light was too dim; she couldn't see her son's eyes fixed on her.
Uncle Zhang was a former soldier, so he was quite well-built, muscular, with a buzz cut and a fierce look. His connections with the factory manager were why Mom's workplace had hired him as a security guard.
Uncle Zhang pressed himself against Mom, chuckling as he touched her breasts, saying, "Sister Qin, your son hasn't woken up the past few nights, and he won't be tonight either. It's alright." He then took her right breast into his mouth, sucking on her small, dove-like nipple.
Uncle Zhang suckled at Mom's breast intently, his tongue circling her nipple, once on the left, then the other way around, starting from the right. After alternating like this for a dozen times, Mom became aroused. She used her slender fingers to circle Uncle Zhang's nipple, just like he had, and gently stroked it. At Mom's teasing, Uncle Zhang shifted his body, turning to suckle her left breast, pulling her hand to grasp his erect penis.
Wow, Uncle Zhang's penis was huge, even slightly curved upwards, much bigger than mine back then. Mom extended five slender fingers, gently retracting Uncle Zhang's foreskin, lightly stroking his glans with the tips of her fingers, while her other hand caressed Uncle Zhang's buttocks. I couldn't hold back any longer, gripping my already hard penis, not wanting to let go for a moment; only then did my lower body feel any pleasure.
After a period of gentle caressing, Mom's thumb stopped at Uncle Zhang's glans, pressing it lightly while her other fingers alternately stroked his large penis. Uncle Zhang clearly enjoyed this move immensely. He had been sucking on Mom's mouth, exhaled, then inhaled deeply before biting down hard on her deep red nipple. Mom groaned in pain, her grip tightening as she squeezed Uncle Zhang's buttocks hard.
"Are you trying to kill yourself? So rough, trying to bite my breast off?"
"No, I'm sorry, Sister Qin, it just feels so good, I can't take it anymore." Uncle Zhang chuckled as he leaned close to Mom's ear, licking her earlobe and gently caressing her plump buttocks. Mom ignored him and looked in my direction again. I didn't dare move or breathe loudly.
Before Mom could fully turn her face, Uncle Zhang was already pressed down on her snow-white body.
"Sister Qin, are you sure you don't need a condom?" Uncle Zhang asked my mother before penetrating her.
"No need, these few days aren't my fertile period. It was like this the other day too. If you're going to do it, hurry up. Stop dawdling, it'll be dawn soon," my mother urged impatiently.
"Then, Sister Qin, here I come." Uncle Zhang mounted her, thrusting his large penis into my mother's already wet vagina with all his might.
After Uncle Zhang penetrated her, my mother let out a long sigh. Uncle Zhang then brought his mouth to my mother's lips and kissed her again, their heads swaying, accommodating each other. Uncle Zhang's heavy breathing and the soft moans coming from my mother's nose because her mouth was blocked excited me even more. My mother opened her legs and wrapped them around Uncle Zhang's waist, placing her feet on the inside of his thighs, her hands holding his back, letting him penetrate her alluring vagina.
Their mouths parted slightly, and Uncle Zhang sucked out Mom's tongue, licking it forcefully. He placed one hand under Mom's snow-white neck, gently lifting it slightly. Mom's hair cascaded onto the pillow like a waterfall. His thrusts continued relentlessly into Mom's vagina, the intensity undiminished.
After several hundred thrusts, Uncle Zhang slowed his pace, but increased the depth of penetration. Mom was captivated by this method; she felt her whole body heating up, wanting his penis to penetrate even deeper. She spread her legs, which had been resting on Uncle Zhang's inner thighs, and pressed them firmly against his buttocks, trying to force his penis deeper into her vagina.
Uncle Zhang then thrust even harder, penetrating Mom deeply and quickly. Mom pushed Uncle Zhang's head away, tilting her head back. Not daring to shout out her pleasure, she clutched her head with both hands, grabbing her hair. Finally, she ran one hand through Uncle Zhang's short, buzz-cut hair, while the other hooked around his neck, passionately kissing his eyes, mouth, nose, and face.
After Uncle Zhang had fucked her over a hundred times, she collapsed onto the bed, motionless. Uncle Zhang, after Mom's orgasm, ejaculated all his semen into her vagina.
They embraced, enjoying the afterglow of their climax. But this feeling didn't last long. Mom felt his penis, which had softened, harden again. She laughed and slapped Uncle Zhang.
"Little guy, you're up again. Are you trying to fuck your sister to death here?"
"Sister, please grant me one more time. It's not my fault, it's just that you're too tempting. I couldn't help it. I wanted to be with you ever since I peeked at you and the factory manager 'doing it,' but now I finally have the chance. Sister, I'm going back tomorrow, so please let me have my way with you one more time." Uncle Zhang emphasized the word "doing it."
Those two shameless scoundrels. So Mom and the factory manager had something going on. No wonder Mom only had to give a thousand yuan to get back to the factory after leaving, and even got a better position as the factory manager's assistant. So Mom sacrificed her body that time. Mom often wore pretty clothes to socialize at night; the factory manager bought her the clothes, even underwear. That old lecher.
Mom and Uncle Zhang's actions brought me back to reality. They moved carefully. Mom was lying face down on the bed, with a pillow under her waist to elevate her back, her buttocks high up. Mom's buttocks were the best part of her body.
After Mom lay face down, Uncle Zhang pressed down on her back, his curved penis rubbing against her plump buttocks, which were covered in a mixture of her vaginal fluid and his semen. He reached under her armpits and played with her breasts, his index fingers teasing her nipples, while his mouth kissed her bare back, his tongue lightly licking it. Mom was being penetrated from above and below, so she could only lie on the bed, covering her mouth with her arm to prevent her moans from waking me.
After preparing herself, Uncle Zhang spread Mom's buttocks, stretching her vagina open like a gaping hole. He took a deep breath, and his penis plunged all the way in. Mom bit her arm lightly in pleasure, letting out sweet nasal moans.
Uncle Zhang didn't dare stand up at this point, so he lay on top of his mother, no longer holding her breasts. He turned her head, and the two kissed passionately again, but this time, due to their position, they couldn't kiss as deeply as before; their tongues and lips touched. His mother arched her back, her legs tightly closed, making Uncle Zhang's penis feel even more urgent.
After kissing for more than two minutes, Uncle Zhang and his mother finally separated. Uncle Zhang lay on his mother's back, both of their elbows resting on pillows, his arms tightly wrapped around hers. Uncle Zhang brushed his mother's long, flowing hair aside, leaning his head against hers from behind, inhaling the scent of her hair, his lower body colliding violently with her buttocks.
“Xiao Zhang, be gentle, my son will hear. I’ll give you anything, as long as you want to sleep with me, I’ll let you. I’ll do anything you want. Just be gentle now, ah, oh my god, it feels so good. Little brother, be gentle, I can’t take it anymore, oh my god.”
“Sister, you’re not lying to me, are you? Little brother, I want to sleep with you, so let me. Sister, you’re my goddess, I want to sleep with you, I want to sleep with you in your house, in your office, in the workshop, in the factory manager’s office, I’ll fuck you to death.”
“My good little brother, you can sleep with me anytime, I’m a slut that my good little brother can sleep with, sleep with me, sleep with me, ah, I’m coming.”
“Sister, I’m coming too, ah.”
Although the two of them lowered their voices, I really wouldn’t have heard them if I had been asleep or if it were daytime, but in the quiet morning of Wuyi Mountain, they all reached my ears. At that moment, I finally couldn’t hold back anymore, and my penis ejaculated, all of it smeared on my pants. They both reached their climax simultaneously. Mom turned halfway over, stroking Uncle Zhang's face with satisfaction, and their lips met again. At that moment, I couldn't hold back any longer and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, as usual, Mom was taking a shower. After she left, I washed my underwear myself. On the way back, Mom slept the whole way, as did Fang Jie and another woman. I ignored my male colleagues, leaning against Mom's chest, inhaling her body and breast scent. Amidst the rumbling of the car
, I fell asleep like Mom. ********** ...
Chapter Two: A Letter to My Mother
I've been discharged from the army.
On the train home, I left my last tear in this small county town. Every soldier has felt what I felt at that moment. Comrade, although military service is only a few short years, its impact on your life is so profound. I'm home.
At this moment, I hold a piece of paper in my hand—or rather, a letter. It's the first letter I wrote to my mother since I joined the army, but she hasn't replied. The original copy will remain in my closet; this is a letter without a reply. I look at the letter.
Dear Mother: Hello!
I just finished washing my clothes. I was the first in our recruit company to do so. Following your instructions, I soaked them in laundry detergent for most of the day before washing, and it seems to be working well.
Recruit training wasn't as tough as I imagined, especially the food, which wasn't as bad as rumored. There was meat at every meal, and I ate my fill. The food and money you brought me were confiscated, and I was criticized. The food was definitely divided up by the platoon leader and squad leaders, and you said you'd return the money.
My squad leader and I are from the same hometown. He's very well-mannered; I heard he won first place in the entire regiment in the 5km armed cross-country race last year. However, he's also ruthless when it comes to beating people. The recruit camp has strict rules against hitting, verbal abuse, and corporal punishment, but he does it anyway, and the officers pretend not to see. Maybe it's because we city soldiers are too difficult to manage.
But please don't worry, I'll take good care of myself. Also, has that guy surnamed Yi from the Armed Forces Department contacted you again? I hate him so much. It's almost time for assembly and dinner. We have to sing before every meal. Goodbye, Mom, please say hello to Grandma and the others. [Date]
February 12, 200x. When I read this letter again, my eyes started to blur again. I don't know why, but I've been like this for the past few years. I felt like I was back a few years ago, when I was preparing to join the army.
Yes, I hate that guy surnamed Yi, but it's definitely not repaying kindness with enmity. I admit, he was the one who arranged my enlistment. In the Armed Forces Department of a county-level city, it's not difficult for a deputy minister to arrange a recruit. So, through my colleague Aunt Liu's introduction, my mother found him and paid him 5,000 yuan for the errand, plus another 5,000 yuan for expenses.
He accepted the money readily and agreed to the terms just as easily, but he dragged his feet on getting things done. Later, we found out that this man was a complete scoundrel who had taken a liking to my mother and wanted to sleep with her.
My mother arranged it, worried he wouldn't do the job after paying me, so she deliberately had him come to our house to talk. I set up a microphone in the living room and hid in my room to record their conversation using recording software. But little did I know, this recording would change our lives.
He arrived, and he didn't look like a middle-aged man. I mean, he didn't have a beer belly, he was in great shape, his hair was slicked back, his face was ruddy, and he had a cigarette in his mouth. My mother welcomed him into the living room, and I quickly shrank into my room, sat down at the computer, and prepared to start recording, like a secret agent in a movie. I was a little nervous and couldn't help but sneak peeks into the living room.
My mother was still as charming as ever. It was clear she had dressed up for today's conversation.
Her hair was neatly tied up, and she wasn't wearing makeup. A faint scent of perfume wafted in—a familiar fragrance, the same scent on every piece of her clothing. I felt my heart begin to race.
Without realizing it, I pulled a lace-embroidered bra from under the bed. It was hers; it definitely smelled the same.
His penis naturally became erect, and he habitually tucked his bra into his underwear, his engorged genitals encased in the soft, yielding fabric. He'd been secretly playing with his mother's underwear and stockings for over a year; as an introverted young man, such a habit wasn't surprising, especially since his mother was so alluring.
In my half-drunk, half-awake state, the negotiations that would determine whether I could become a soldier in the People's Liberation Army had begun.
"Minister Yi, I'm sorry to have taken up your time today. Sister Liu said you're a very warm-hearted person and will definitely help your friends. There are some things that aren't convenient to say over the phone, but since you're here today, I'll be frank. It's not easy for a woman to raise a child alone. My son just wants to be a soldier so he can be assigned to a power plant after his discharge."
Before his mother could continue, the man surnamed Yi waved his hand, crossed his legs, and gestured for his mother to find an ashtray.
"Hey, we're about the same age. Middle age isn't easy, you know. We have elderly parents to care for and young children to raise. I'm honest, I've spent your money as I should, given you what I needed to give you, but there's something Liu Xingmei didn't tell you, right? I like to play around with women." He spoke slowly, but clearly and simply, befitting a soldier.
These few words left my mother bewildered, and I was completely taken aback. The man surnamed Yi looked at my mother thoughtfully, clearly teasing her. His sharp gaze pierced through my mother's clothes.
She wore a white suit jacket, white open-toed high-heeled sandals, a matching shirt, a sky-blue bra and panties, a yellow suit skirt, and white shimmering lace stockings.
"Although I'm divorced, I'm not a...slutty woman, Minister Yi. I'm different from Sister Liu; you can ask around."
Perhaps my mother realized my presence; her face flushed noticeably. I knew she wasn't a slutty woman; she had remained a widow since their divorce. I was furious at Yi's shameless behavior, regretting that I hadn't gone to university. If only I had known this would happen, I would
n't have bothered! Yi was clearly an experienced man; he calmly lit another cigarette, smoke rings billowing from his bristly, pig-hair-covered mouth, dispersing before being inhaled again.
"Then, give me another 20,000 yuan, and I can get him into the military district, close to home."
My mother looked at Yi with suspicion. "Minister Yi, could you lower the price a bit?"
"Heh, 20,000 yuan is a discount, and you still have to let me fuck you." Good
heavens, how could there be such a shameless person in this world? I was about to rush out! I wouldn't join the army! Even if I spent the rest of my life in prison, I would beat this bastard to death!
Just as I stood up, I realized that my mother's bra was still covering my penis. In that instant, my mother gave in. I don't know how she made that decision, but I can imagine how painful it must have been.
My mother glanced towards my room and replied tremblingly, "Minister Yi, I've already given you the money. If you don't do it, it's a breach of trust on your part. How can I trust you again?"
Having been in the officialdom for a long time, Yi knew this was the last bargain of a vegetable vendor at dusk. Regardless of whether there was any more illicit profit to be made, this woman was already his. He pulled my mother into his arms and began a frenzied assault.
Minister Yi pressed my mother down on the sofa, kissing her lips, unbuttoning his suit jacket, and pressing one hand against her breast. My mother was forced to open her mouth, accepting Minister Yi's tongue, but her eyes remained fixed on me. I didn't know whether to be angry or excited; my penis grew harder and harder.
The man surnamed Yi, holding his mother, rolled over and fell onto the sofa, leaving her on top of him. He held her buttocks with both hands, stroking them incessantly, but his mouth remained on hers. He demanded that she unbutton his clothes. His mother got up, straddled him, and began unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. Yi, in turn, removed his mother's white suit jacket. A light blue bra was faintly visible beneath her white shirt.
"Hurry up," Yi urged his mother.
She pulled down his pants as well, leaving him in only socks and underwear. Yi pulled his mother closer, unbuttoned her shirt completely, and took it off. He sat on the armrest of the sofa.
"Come on, give me a blowjob,"
his mother said, kneeling on the sofa and taking Yi's penis into her mouth. Yi enjoyed his mother's oral service, holding her head and looking down at her.
His mother closed her eyes, her face flushed, her mouth wide open. Yi seemed to enjoy this. He gripped his mother's neck, forcing her to suck his penis deeper. Not satisfied, he pulled up her yellow skirt, revealing her full buttocks. Minister Yi inserted his fingers behind her panties, his thick fingers probing her buttocks towards her cleft. His mother tried to sway her hips to avoid him, but Minister Yi released her.
"Take off your skirt," he said, stopping his mother as she tried to do so.
"You can't spit out my penis with your mouth. Kneeling here will do it." Clearly, he was a seasoned womanizer, and his methods were unprecedented.
His mother had no choice but to continue sucking his penis, reaching behind her to remove her skirt. Minister Yi cooperated by supporting her breasts from below, preventing her from collapsing.
Once her skirt was off, his fingers returned to her panties, this time feeling her slightly wet vulva. He straightened up from behind her and withdrew his penis from her mouth.
Minister Yi made his mother lie face down on the sofa, her head resting on the armrest. She reached back to unhook her bra, but Minister Yi grabbed her hands, his other hand lightly stroking her vulva through her panties.
"Can you be gentle? It hurts," his mother said.
"Is it painful or itchy?" Minister Yi continued teasing her. He pulled down her panties, letting them hang on her thighs. His penis was positioned against her vulva.
"I'm in." Minister Yi thrust his hips forward, his penis fully inside her.
Only then did he release her hands. She struggled to support herself, his entire body pressing against her back. He kissed her neck and earlobes from behind, inhaling her scent.
"Is my penis big?" Minister Yi whispered in her ear. Afraid of offending him, she could only answer,
"Big...big...really big...it's completely full..."
These words were like an aphrodisiac to Minister Yi. He straightened up, grabbed his mother's buttocks with both hands, and forcefully pulled her thighs apart. His mother felt pain and gasped for breath with her mouth open.
Minister Yi thrust his penis forcefully below, the sounds of their bodies colliding filling the living room, all recorded on the tape recorder.
Inside the room, I masturbated faster and faster.
Minister Yi reached down, slipping his hands under my mother's armpits to grasp her pear-shaped breasts, his index fingers lightly scraping her nipples and occasionally pulling them downwards. Her breasts grew longer, and my mother let out a beautiful moan. After thrusting into my
mother over two hundred times, Minister Yi released his hands from her breasts, instead placing them on her waist, thrusting hard into her vagina again and again. My mother's moans grew louder.
"Ah...so big...you're so amazing...faster..." My mother clearly wanted him to finish quickly, knowing I was still in the room, and she didn't know when I would give in. She could only use lewd moans to urge him to speed up.
Under his mother's teasing, Minister Yi wrapped his left arm around her waist, pressing her completely against the sofa. He parted her legs, and she wrapped them around his.
His upper body pressed against her back, her buttocks thrusting back forcefully, while Minister Yi's hips rose high and then slammed down heavily with each thrust.
Their sweat soaked the entire sofa, yet they continued their lovemaking. Minister Yi lifted his mother's head, kissing her from behind. The tall Minister Yi and the petite mother moved incessantly on the small sofa, which creaked, a testament to their immense effort.
After over three hundred thrusts, his mother finally gave in. Her buttocks, which had been thrusting back, slumped down, and she gasped for breath.
"I'm coming... I can't take it anymore..." she gasped, barely catching her breath.
At that moment, I too succumbed, ejaculating into the cups of my mother's bra.
Minister Yi placed a cushion from the sofa under his mother's waist. He felt incredibly good from her tight vagina gripping him. Each thrust felt wonderful. He quickened his pace, and after another hundred or so thrusts, he finally ejaculated inside her.
They
rested together for over ten minutes, then Minister Yi asked his mother to put her breasts in his mouth. She did as he did, sucking on her breasts. She let him play with them until she felt she was done. She got off the sofa and picked up her clothes from the floor.
As she was putting them on, she was suddenly hugged from behind.
"Minister Yi, didn't you say it would only be once?" she said, struggling.
"When did I say it would only be once? Don't you know the consequences?"
She suddenly remembered I was still in the room. When Minister Yi wasn't looking, she gestured to me, signaling me not to show myself.
I had no choice but to obey.
The mother sat on the floor, holding Minister Yi's penis, licking it from the base, circling her tongue around the glans, gently sucking on it with her lips, her tongue tip touching the urethral opening. Minister Yi's hand pressed on the mother's head, completely untangling her previously disheveled long hair.
The mother used her hand to stroke Minister Yi's penis, while sucking his testicles into her mouth, licking them with her lips and gently biting them with her teeth. Minister Yi felt incredibly good.
He pulled the mother up and placed her on the dining table. Her head was suspended in the air, her hair cascading down like a waterfall, her lower body also suspended in the air. Minister Yi's body was embedded between the mother's legs, and he effortlessly thrust his penis into her vagina. He made the mother's legs point upwards, her calves hanging over his shoulders, and he pulled her legs and thrust them forcefully towards his hips. After thrusting more than a hundred times, he turned the mother around, making her lie face down on the table. He also got onto the table, straddling the mother's buttocks.
At this moment, my penis became hard again, so I had to take out my mother's pair of stockings to solve the problem.
"Come on, let me show you something new." He smeared all of my mother's profusely flowing vaginal fluid and the mixture of semen on her anus.
My mother knew what he was going to do and tried to avoid it, but she couldn't.
He straightened his penis and thrust it in again and again.
"It hurts... Oh God... It's too big... Pull it out... I want to die..."
My mother's cries of pain only aroused Minister Yi's bestiality. He thrust hard, and to make my mother's polyester buttocks more sensitive, he kept slapping her buttocks. My mother's buttocks were covered with red handprints.
"Feels good, doesn't it? My penis is big, isn't it? I'll do it again, again." Minister Yi said as he thrust his lower body forcefully.
Perhaps after a period of adaptation, my mother's original cries of pain turned into moans of pleasure. Minister Yi seemed to have inexhaustible energy; it was hard to believe that he was over fifty years old.
Mother's anus was tightly pressed against Minister Yi's penis. This was his second time making love, and it should have lasted longer, but with the stimulation of Mother's small anus, he quickly began to accelerate, just like his first ejaculation. However, this time he didn't ejaculate inside. Mother had already reached her second orgasm, and she collapsed again beneath Minister Yi's crotch.
Minister Yi pulled his penis out of her anus, and Mother fell onto the table. Minister Yi stood on a chair, supporting Mother's head, which was dangling precariously from the edge of the table. His semen sprayed all over Mother's face.
Her face, nose, eyes, and hair were all covered in Minister Yi's semen. Mother lay motionless on the table, the only sounds in the living room being their heavy breathing.
Minister Yi rested for over twenty minutes, got dressed, and said to Mother, "Don't worry, I've got your son's matter covered. I'll let you know tomorrow." He then turned and left.
As soon as he left, Mother ran to the bathroom and closed the door. I knew it wasn't the right time for me to go see her.
Sure enough, a few days later, my matter was settled. But Mom was quiet for several days.
"Passengers, xx station has arrived."
My thoughts returned to the present. I got off the train blankly and walked step by step on the platform. Suddenly
, my eyes lit up. A stylishly dressed middle-aged woman stood in front of me.
Ah! It was Mom! I put down my luggage and rushed to Mom. We hugged each other tightly. I felt this moment would never end; I had finally seen Mom again . Mom's Daily Life Chapter 3: Guangdong Trip ********** ... ********** ...

The factory manager here was quite young, looking only about thirty-five or thirty-six, tall and rather refined, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. His eyes kept glancing at my mother. The deputy manager, however, was over fifty. The only thing they had in common was that I felt they were both interested in my mother's body. On the way to the hotel that day, I reminded my mother,
"Mom, what do you think of this factory manager? I think there's something wrong with him." I didn't dare directly tell her about their lecherous gazes on her.
"Son, don't be afraid to speak your mind," my mother said, turning to me. "
I can't quite put my finger on it, let's wait and see," I said, glancing at the secretary. My mother understood.
When we got to the room, my mother and I shared a room, and that's when I finally spoke to her.
"Mom, I feel like those two are always staring at you. They have ulterior motives," I said.
"Son, you mean Manager Zhang and Manager Li? Really?" My mother seemed a little skeptical.
"Really, Mom, I'm not lying to you. I'm very sensitive to these things," I said, trying my best to make her understand.
But Mom seemed unmoved.
"Son, I'm already fifty-four this year. What chance do you have of anyone who would want me? Besides, you need to get the hang of your job quickly so I don't have to worry anymore. That Factory Manager Zhang, so young and already owning such a big factory, I obviously don't think much of him."
"Mom, I'm not saying anything more. Think what you want. To be honest, you don't look like someone in their fifties at all. Your skin is so fair, and you dress so well. Anyway, I've already said it. Think what you want." Just as Mom was about to say something more, the phone rang. I quickly answered it.
"Hello, is this Ms. Liu Jinfeng's room?" I knew immediately it was Factory Manager Zhang. I handed the phone to Mom irritably.
Mom answered the phone, listened to Factory Manager Zhang's words, nodded and said yes, and finally hung up. Turning to me, she said,
"Son, they're inviting us to dinner tonight. They're already waiting downstairs. Let's go down."
Mom went to the bathroom to change. She changed into a yellow suit; the V-neck of the top plunged just below her chest, revealing a white lace double-strap tank top underneath, paired with flesh-colored stockings and white high-heeled slippers.
I went to my mother and hugged her. "Mom, you look so beautiful." Actually, my mother and I often do these affectionate things; my father doesn't mind, and my mother especially likes it.
"Son, don't mess up my hair," my mother said, spraying perfume on herself.
The three of us went downstairs. When the two factory managers saw my mother, their eyes widened slightly, but they quickly regained their composure. During the meal, the two managers kept toasting my mother, and both she and I drank quite a bit. Also present were some of their factory's middle management; almost all the business managers were there, about ten people in total. We ate and talked, gaining a deeper understanding of their factory and strengthening our confidence in cooperating with them.
Afterwards, they invited us to visit their factory again to check some documents. I was discussing contract details with the deputy factory manager in the office, while my mother and the factory manager were looking at samples in their fitting room.
I talked with the deputy factory manager for almost half an hour, gaining a deeper understanding of their samples and designs, but my mother still hadn't arrived. I started to worry, as she had drunk quite a bit during the meeting. I asked the deputy factory manager for directions to the fitting room.
I stumbled my way to the fitting room where the client was looking at samples, but I hadn't come immediately; I had gone to the restroom and wasn't entirely familiar with the way, so I slowly made my way there. When I arrived, I found that the deputy factory manager had already arrived before me, but he hadn't gone in.
I tapped him on the shoulder from behind, and he jumped. He put his finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet. Then he pointed inside. I wish I hadn't looked; what I saw was truly shocking.
The factory manager and my mother were slumped over the large table in the conference room. My mother's suit jacket was unbuttoned, but the factory manager's tie was also off; he was sitting behind my mother. He kissed his mother's ear. Both their faces were flushed. His mother took off her top, and the factory manager stripped down to his underwear.
He removed his mother's high-heeled slippers, gently held her small feet, and kissed the instep with his tongue.
His mother chuckled, "Little Zhang, why do you like my feet so much? Ah, oh, it tickles."
"Sister, I liked you the moment I saw you, really, sister, I'll listen to whatever you say,"
he stammered. His hands still held her feet, but his mouth moved to her calves. Because her legs were raised, her already short skirt rode up even higher, revealing the top of her wide-banded, non-slip stockings.
His mouth moved from her calves to her thighs, focusing on the inside of her thighs. His mother held his head, moaning softly.
I never imagined my mother would sleep with someone other than my father. Although I usually thought her clothes were a bit extravagant and not appropriate for someone her age, I figured business people should dress well to increase their chances of success. But I never expected my mother, in her fifties, to have an affair with a thirty-eight-year-old man.
They were in a 69 position; Director Zhang had pulled down my mother's skirt, and she was on top. Director Zhang's penis was fully erect, and my mother, through her panties, took part of his penis into her mouth. At that moment, I could see my mother's panties clearly—a pair of all-white, transparent lace panties, held together only by two straps at the waist. Director Zhang pulled the panties aside and inserted his tongue into my mother's vagina.
At this moment, Mom released the penis that was still covered by underwear, pulled down the pants, and Zhang's penis sprang out. Mom stood up, then fell back onto the table, lightly grasping Zhang's penis with her left hand and sucking his testicles into her mouth, making soft sucking sounds.
"Big sister, you're so amazing, I feel so good," Zhang said to Mom.
Mom smiled in response, moving her tongue further down, her left hand still playing with Zhang's penis. She wasn't moving it up and down forcefully, but rather lightly and heavily, occasionally changing the position of her grip. Mom's movements seemed quite practiced.
"Big sister, my ass feels so good, you really know how to use it, good, mmm," Zhang cried out loudly, he could no longer control himself.
At this moment, I couldn't hold back any longer, and I kicked the door open. Deputy Factory Director Li, Factory Director Zhang, and Mom, who were following behind me, were all stunned. I didn't care about anything else. I pulled Deputy Factory Director Li in, closed the door, and rushed to my mother and Director Zhang's side. They were both at a loss. My mother had already gotten off the ground and was about to pick up her shirt to explain, but I was faster.
I grabbed my mother's face, forced her mouth open, pulled down my pants, took out my underwear, and shoved it into her mouth. Perhaps alcohol really does cloud judgment; I didn't care that the person in front of me was my mother, but only treated her as a tool for sexual release. I grabbed my mother's head and slammed it hard against my crotch.
At this point, the two factory directors understood what was happening and came over. The three of us laid my mother down on the table. Director Zhang and I stood in front of her, one on each side. My mother held both of our penises, sucking on the left and then the right.
Deputy Factory Director Li, standing behind my mother, pulled down her tank top, exposing her breasts, which were already braless. For her age, she was remarkably well-preserved. Although she had a few gray hairs, she didn't look old at all. I rarely saw my mother like this. She was only wearing a small tank top, strapless and hanging down to her abdomen, her panties pulled down to one side. She was kneeling in front of me and Factory Director Zhang, one hand on each of hers, a penis in her other hand. Deputy Factory Director Li's hand was playing with her buttocks.
Just a few hours earlier, I had warned my mother to be careful of these two men, but little did I know that a few hours later, I would be playing with her alongside them.
My mother's tongue lightly licked the base of my penis, occasionally sucking my testicles into her mouth, sometimes biting them with her teeth, sometimes spitting them out, licking near her anus.
Since I arrived, my mother's focus had shifted to me. Factory Director Zhang was already getting impatient; he pulled my mother apart and was about to penetrate her. At that moment, I cleverly asked my mother, "Mom, what do you want to do?"
"I'll do whatever you say," my mother said, giving me a seductive look.
I pulled my mother down and pressed her beneath me. My mother tried to spread her legs as wide as possible, my penis pressed against her vulva, but I couldn't penetrate. My mother then gripped my penis and took a deep breath.
"Come on, son," she said, and I thrust forward forcefully. My penis returned to the place I had been to more than twenty years ago, the difference being that last time it was my whole body, while this time it was only my penis.
My hands pressed against the table, and Factory Director Zhang finally had his chance. He placed my mother's head on his lap, and his penis near her mouth. My mother immediately grasped his penis and sucked it into her mouth. I fucked my mother over a hundred times like this. My mother's breasts bounced wildly, and her hair spread across Factory Director Zhang's thighs.
At this moment, Deputy Factory Director Li had no other seats. He was clearly a foot fetishist like Director Zhang. He hugged my mother's beautiful legs and put her small feet, still clad in flesh-colored stockings, into his mouth to suck. He sucked on her toes, each one, and lightly licked her soles with his tongue. Even through the stockings, my mother still felt an unbearable itch.
After sucking on my mother's left foot, Deputy Factory Director Li sucked on her right foot. Soon, both of my mother's feet were covered in his saliva.
My mother then pushed Director Zhang away and pushed me down onto the table. She turned over and pressed me down, her pear-shaped breasts hanging in front of me. Without hesitation, I sucked them into my mouth, while my other hand played with her other breast.
Director Zhang then walked behind my mother, gently pulled her buttocks apart, and lightly smeared her vaginal fluid on her anus. He then gently inserted his finger into her anus, using the fluid as a base.
"Ah, gently, son, don't bite, Director Zhang, gently, umm."
The mother's cries abruptly stopped. Her little mouth had been penetrated by Deputy Director Li Gu's penis. After a few strokes of lubrication, Director Zhang felt the time was right. He put a granular condom on his penis, forcefully pulled apart his mother's buttocks, and slowly pushed his penis into her anus. His mother's already somewhat pained face showed even more agony.
"Ugh, umm." His mother's muffled groans excited Deputy Director Li even more. Taking advantage of his mother's mouth opening wider in pain, he held her head and thrust his penis all the way in, truly achieving deep throat. His mother, in pain, clung to Deputy Director Li's waist with both hands, squeezing his thighs tightly.
Then I saw Director Zhang's condom. Seeing my mother's pained expression, I gently patted her buttocks, trying to make her feel better. Director Zhang, seeing this, slapped my mother's buttocks hard, leaving red handprints.
Director Zhang and I coordinated perfectly. When I penetrated my mother's vagina, he gently pulled out; when he thrust forcefully into her anus, I gently withdrew. When my mother tried to cry out, Deputy Director Li above her didn't hold back, thrusting into my mother's vagina. With the combined efforts of the three of us, my mother truly achieved satisfaction.
Perhaps because my mother's anus was tight, Director Zhang was the first to give in. After thrusting into my mother over two hundred times, he suddenly increased his speed. At that moment, I also felt my mother's vagina tighten, and Director Zhang began to cry out.
"Big sister, I can't take it anymore, your anus is so tight, it's killing me." At this moment, Deputy Factory Director Li cleverly pulled his penis away, and Mom's saliva dripped from her mouth onto the table, forming a line with Deputy Factory Director Li's penis. Mom half-closed her eyes, panting. Her whole face was red.
"I can't take it anymore either, I just felt my penis being squeezed tighter and tighter, suddenly Mom hugged me tightly, and Factory Director Zhang gripped Mom's buttocks hard, thrusting all the way in, then almost pulling out, then thrusting all the way in again, doing this several times, Mom collapsed weakly on top of me, and Factory Director Zhang suddenly stopped, his hips pressed tightly against Mom's buttocks. He also reached orgasm.
Before Factory Director Zhang got off, Deputy Factory Director Li, with speed that no one else could match, quickly put on contraception and was about to have sex with Mom. I made Mom turn around, her hips straddling my penis, Mom's full body looked even more alluring from behind.
Deputy Factory Director Li put on the granular contraceptive I placed the condom-covered penis near my mother's mouth, and she started sucking.
Perhaps because of the alcohol, I hadn't felt the urge to ejaculate yet. After the condom was completely wet, my mother spat out her saliva, and I lifted her buttocks and put the pellet-shaped condom on her as well.
Then I inserted my penis into my mother's anus—ah, it was so tight. At this moment, Deputy Factory Director Li also thrust his penis into my mother's vagina.
My hands were frantically squeezing my mother's breasts from behind, while Deputy Factory Director Li was passionately kissing my mother's face. My mother kept trying to escape, which only made him thrust even harder into her vagina.
"Ah, God, so strong, be gentle, you perverts, using these things, oh." "Mom kept moaning. Clearly, she wasn't used to the condoms.
But we didn't care, we kept going. Mom's legs, clad in stockings, were curled up, occasionally stretching outwards.
The wet parts of her stockings occasionally touched Deputy Factory Director Li's legs, but this only excited him more.
We held Mom's buttocks with all four hands and thrust hard. Deputy Factory Director Li was getting old; after more than three hundred thrusts into Mom's vagina, he finally couldn't hold on any longer. He collapsed weakly onto Mom, ejaculating his meager semen into the condom.
Seeing Mom's lewd state, I sped up. Combined with the tightness of Mom's anus, I finally couldn't hold on either. I pulled Mom away and thrust my penis back into her mouth. I ejaculated inside her mouth.
All my semen shot into Mom's mouth. We were all exhausted and collapsed onto the conference table, too tired to move.
Then my phone rang. It was my secretary. She noticed we hadn't... Back home, I was a little worried and called. We had originally planned to do it again, but we decided against it. My mother and I got dressed and went back to the hotel.
This business trip went exceptionally smoothly from then on; we successfully obtained the agency rights. Since this trip, I've enjoyed going on business trips with my mother even more. Whenever my father asks me why I like business trips so much, I always just smile and don't answer.
Because it's a secret between my mother and me.
Chapter Four: The Pregnant Young Woman
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I dedicate this to my Mid-Autumn Festival greetings. Thank you to all my friends who have supported me all this time; your replies are my motivation.
********************************************************************** My mom is pregnant again! I really didn't expect that when I'm ten years old, my mom could give me another brother or sister. When I heard the news, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep for several days. My parents were also very happy.
My mom's name is Cai Peihua, she's thirty years old, and she's quite pretty with fair skin. She's 1.62 meters tall and quite plump. When I ride the bus, I like it when my mom sits behind me and holds me. It feels like a soft sofa with two balls supporting me from behind—it feels so comfortable!
In the blink of an eye, my mom is already more than five months pregnant. I've changed from being disobedient to being much more sensible, doing this and that for my mom. She even praises me for growing up, which makes me so happy!
That afternoon, after school, I went home alone. Because I hadn't slept at noon, I felt extremely tired, so I immediately collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep as soon as I got home.
I had just fallen asleep when I heard the sound of a key turning in the door. It must be Mom coming home. I thought I should go check if I could help her with her things, but the overwhelming sleepiness prevented me from doing so. Instead of getting up immediately, I pulled the covers over my head.
Just then, I heard several people, men and women, walk in, and I heard the sound of heavy bags being placed on the floor. I peeked through the large bamboo blind hanging by the door and saw that they were Mom's colleagues from her office, bringing her things.
Mom went to pour them tea. "Peihua, no need, you're heavily pregnant, don't go to so much trouble. We'll just have some water, why make tea?" the young man said.
"Yes, let me do it!" the young woman said, pouring hot water into a cup for Mom. Only then did I realize that the young man and woman were a newlywed couple; they had invited Mom and me to their wedding dinner. They were Uncle Li and Aunt Zhang.
The older man, around fifty years old, was the office director of my mother's workplace. I called him Uncle Wang. He was chubby and a bit balding, and I was always most afraid of him when I went to my mother's office. Because of his presence, my initial plan to greet Uncle Li and the others outside immediately wavered. He was drinking water and wiping his sweat, looking very tired.
"Sister Hua, we'll be going now, we have some things to do at home." At this moment, Uncle Li and Aunt Zhang stood up to leave.
"Thank you so much, I'm sorry we didn't get to greet you properly," my mother said to them.
"Wait for me, let's go together!" Uncle Wang also stood up, but he still looked very tired.
"Director, you should rest a little longer. We have things to do, see you tomorrow!" Uncle Li said, pulling Aunt Zhang along as they opened the door and left.
But Uncle Wang hadn't left yet, so I couldn't go find my mother. Oh well, I'll just sleep a little longer. Just as I was about to go back to sleep, I heard my mother open the bathroom door. I glanced over there casually.
Oh no! Uncle Wang helped Mom into the restroom. He even lifted the back of her pink maternity dress and reached his hand behind her underwear. I was stunned; I couldn't believe my eyes.
Uncle Wang stood at the restroom door, peering inside. From my vantage point, I could see Mom's underwear, but I didn't know what was happening.
After about half a minute, Uncle Wang went in and helped Mom to the door. "Come on, Peihua, hold onto my shoulders," he said, placing Mom's hands on his shoulders. Then, he bent down and lifted Mom's pink dress, pulling down her white underwear.
"Peihua, lift your feet!" Uncle Wang called to Mom, and she did as he said. Soon, her white underwear was in Uncle Wang's hands.
"Peihua, it smells so good!" Uncle Wang said, inhaling the scent of the underwear.
"Director, please don't do this. My son will be back soon," Mom said, a little embarrassed. It turned out Mom didn't know I was already back.
At this moment, Uncle Wang asked Mom to lift her skirt, and his hand reached behind her and placed it on her genitals. Mom always walked with her legs apart to make it easier for him to place his hand there.
"Director, how about we call it a day? My son will be back soon," Mom said to Uncle Wang again.
By this time, the two of them had already walked around the dining table in this position twice.
"No, I have to have you today. Peihua, do you know how long it's been since I've had you? Feel how hard I am!" he said, pulling Mom's hand to his genitals.
"Then hurry up!" Mom was clearly a little tempted.
At this moment, Uncle Wang withdrew his hand from Mom's genitals and placed it in front of her: "Peihua, you still say no?
Look, you're all wet down there." Uncle Wang said to Mom with a hint of smugness.
He pulled Mom to the dining table and helped her sit down. From my angle, I could see their actions clearly. Uncle Wang took two ropes from his briefcase, lifted Mom's legs, and gently tied them to the legs of the dining table. He carefully removed Mom's white flat shoes and kissed her little feet. Mom seemed to enjoy it, her little feet occasionally lifting upwards.
Uncle Wang held Mom's snow-white feet, brought his mouth to her soles, and blew on them. Mom's feet reflexively moved in response to the stimulation, while Mom propped herself up on her elbows, watching Uncle Wang.
Uncle Wang started licking Mom's feet and moved upwards, his tongue stretching out quite far. He only used the tip of his tongue to lick Mom's calves and inner thighs, spending the rest of the time kissing her legs with his lips. Mom seemed to feel quite comfortable, occasionally letting out soft moans.
After kissing for a while, Uncle Wang stood on a chair, because our dining table was quite high, so he could expose his genitals to Mom. Then he quickly pulled down his pants, revealing his large penis, which was indeed quite large, much bigger than my little penis.
He pulled my mother's pink dress over her head, leaving her only in a flesh-colored half-cup bra. Uncle Wang didn't even take off his shirt, and asked my mother to put his coat and pants on the table. He straightened his back and said to my mother, "Come on, Peihua, suck it for me."
Without saying a word, my mother sucked Uncle Wang's penis into her mouth. I couldn't believe that my usually dignified mother would do such a thing. My mother just sucked Uncle Wang's penis in and moved it up and down, without doing anything else; Uncle Wang put his hands on my mother's shoulders, touching her smooth shoulders, seemingly enjoying it.
He held my mother's head and thrust it forward forcefully, while my mother held his inner thighs with both hands and pushed forward. Uncle Wang held the back of my mother's head and kept pushing her hair up, so that he could see my mother's lewd expression more clearly.
After Mom sucked his penis for a while, Uncle Wang pulled it out; it was covered in her saliva. He pushed her down onto the table, then placed his hands on top of her.
Mom guided his penis to her vagina. "Come on!" she said to Uncle Wang.
Uncle Wang thrust his hips forward, pushing his penis all the way into Mom's vagina, and Mom let out a long sigh. Uncle Wang then bent down, unhooked her bra, and began to gently lick her areolas, which had become larger and darker due to pregnancy, occasionally biting her nipples. Mom clearly found it quite stimulating; she began to moan incessantly, but her hands continued to gently caress her swollen belly.
Uncle Wang was clearly quite ruthless. He abandoned Mom's breasts and began attacking her face, neck, earlobes, and other erogenous zones. Mom was obviously passive; her initially soft moans gradually rose in intensity: "Director...so good...ah! Be gentle, you're hitting my stomach." Mom began to cry out ecstatically.
"Peihua, is it good? You want my cock, don't you? It's been over a month since we've had it. Want me to fuck you a few more times?" Uncle Wang teased her with words while fucking her.
Because her legs were tied, Mom's legs, which she wanted to move, kept bumping against the legs of the dining table. Her still-uncut, shoulder-length hair cascaded down the edge of the table like a waterfall.
The fucking motions were relatively simple, but Uncle Wang's hands would frequently slide to Mom's thighs, scraping them with his fingertips, or placing his hands on her breasts, gently pinching her nipples—in short, constantly stimulating her.
Mom was clearly reaching her limit. Ignoring her lower abdomen, she pulled Uncle Wang to kiss her, and Uncle Wang readily agreed. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, swirling it around, their saliva constantly exchanging.
While kissing Mom, Uncle Wang continued thrusting, his lower body relentlessly pumping into her. Mom's lower body was soaked with her juices, a complete mess. Uncle Wang maintained his position, standing on the chair, and after about two hundred thrusts, he finally couldn't take it anymore. He sat down, untied the ropes binding his legs, and pulled Mom up, making her kneel on the table. Because the table was large, it wasn't too cramped for both of them.
Uncle Wang grabbed Mom's buttocks and thrust into her from behind. "Peihua, thrust backward!
Ah…yes, like that…your pussy is so good, your ass is so big," Uncle Wang said, slapping her buttocks as he thrust.
"Director, be gentle, don't let the neighbors hear. This won't do!" Mom placed one hand on the table, while the other hand continued to stroke her swollen belly.
"Ah...Director, be gentle...ah...oh..." Mom moaned loudly again, overwhelmed with pleasure.
Now Mom and Uncle Wang were facing me. To be honest, since I was little, I ate those placenta and ginseng foods with Mom, so my little penis could get hard very early. How could I not get hard seeing this live sex show in front of me! I could only gently stroke my penis to make it feel better.
The two of them probably did it for about thirty minutes. Uncle Wang was obviously older, and his movements slowed down compared to before. On the contrary, Mom's movements were more vigorous. She kept thrusting backward, and I could hear the sound of Mom's buttocks hitting Uncle Wang's hips. It was very crisp at first, but it gradually subsided later, obviously both of them had almost exhausted their strength.
Uncle Wang suddenly sped up, pulling Mom's buttocks and thrusting back forcefully, as if he wanted to devour her. He breathed heavily, and Mom moaned excitedly under his relentless assault. Finally, after more than thirty thrusts, they both collapsed, Uncle Wang on top of Mom's back, while Mom half-knelt on the table.
After resting for five or six minutes, they finally separated and fell off the table. Uncle Wang helped Mom into the bathroom to clean herself. Only then did I realize the danger I was in. If Mom knew I'd been watching, what would happen? I quickly put on my shoes, glanced at the bathroom, and saw them with the tap running, Mom and Uncle Wang washing themselves. I slung my backpack over my shoulder, went to the door, opened it, and quietly closed it, hiding in the small building next door.
Ten minutes later, I saw Uncle Wang come out of my house, and five minutes later I returned home. My mother was doing housework as usual, and I didn't help her as usual, instead going to do my homework.
From then on, I started intentionally trying to come home later, because seeing my mother would remind me of that scene. But when I sometimes came home early, I often found Uncle Wang's bicycle parked downstairs, and I could only wait outside. Every time, I saw him happily walk out of my house, and of course I knew what was going on.
This situation didn't end until a week before my mother gave birth to my younger sister.
Chapter 5 of My Mother's Daily Life: The Mature Woman Gang-Raped by Migrant Workers
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In a newly opened apartment building, a woman in her fifties was hanging out her underwear to dry. All of them were styles inappropriate for her age—too thin, too bright, too avant-garde—but she didn't seem to notice.
Her panties were all lace, some with heart-shaped or other lace trim at the waistband, and unlike ordinary thongs, they had two thin straps holding them together. There were also some demi-cup or other types of lace bras. Although these were new, she was already wearing them.
However, she didn't notice several migrant workers doing renovations in the neighboring building, staring intently in her direction. Having worked far from home for a long time, they hadn't seen a woman in a long time. Their eyes were fixed on her; they couldn't see her face clearly, but they could clearly see her attire and movements.
The woman wore a low-cut yellow cotton blouse, and her breasts, large enough to put many young women to shame, stood proudly beneath it. As she bent down to pick up her clothes, a short, thin silver chain around her neck glittered in the sunlight. Not many people wear silver jewelry with such an effect; the more one wears it, the duller the silver chain becomes.
Unlike most middle-aged women with short, permed hair, she had medium-length hair, styled in a bun at the back of her head. The gleaming silver chain rested on her snow-white breasts, and a silver pendant hung above her cleavage, creating a harmonious look.
Her white midi skirt only reached her upper thighs, and flesh-colored pantyhose clung tightly to her voluptuous legs. A pair of white, open-toed high-heeled sandals with yellow-green patterns adorned her slender feet. As she squatted down to put her clothes on the hanger, her full breasts were squeezed into two mounds, her buttocks slightly raised, and she half-knelt, her delicate feet in stockings pointing outwards—the whole pose was incredibly alluring.
The migrant workers there hadn't tasted meat for months. Their wives were said to work in nearby factories, though that was just a claim; they might be prostitutes. Their wages were low, making it impossible for them to frequently visit prostitutes. But whenever they found a prostitute from their own province, they felt a pang of fear—were their wives also prostitutes?
They've been working in this building for a while now. There are quite a few residents moving in, and many of the people coming and going are people who leave early and return late. The only person they see here regularly is this woman. Many of the residents in this building are middle-class. This family consists of three people: the husband often has to go on business trips, and even when he doesn't, he only comes back very late at night. The son is also usually not home, leaving only the wife at home.
Why do I know all this so clearly? Because I am the young master of this house. My father and I often travel for work, and I live in the city apartment, only occasionally going back there. My mother has retired and lives here.
"Mom, I'm going out. I won't be back to sleep tonight; I'll sleep at the old house."
"Okay, but don't drink too much," my mother replied.
Usually, when I'm busy with work or out late with friends, I stay in the city apartment. If my father is away on business, I always come home. But I never imagined that my not coming home that night would lead to a series of events.
Recently, my mother's emotions have been quite unstable, and I was too busy with work to notice until the renovations of the house next door were completed.
While I was still completely baffled, I found a condom under my bed. Initially disbelieving that my mother was having an affair, I unusually pressed her for answers, and that's when I learned the whole story.
It was on that night I didn't come home that my mother began a night of debauchery, and she continued this pattern for the next few weeks.
Around 6 PM, Mom was cooking dinner alone in the kitchen, sighing helplessly at the thought of being home alone again.
"Hey beautiful, why are you sighing?" a voice called from behind.
"Who are you?" Mom turned around, realizing that unidentified people had entered the house.
"It's not me, it's us."
When Mom turned around completely, she realized there weren't just one person behind her, but four. They were covered in dust and paint, clearly construction workers or decorators from the neighborhood, but they were wearing women's stockings over their heads, obviously trying to avoid being recognized. Just
as Mom reached for something, one of the shorter men, the one with the beard, moved, grabbing the knife she was trying to reach. They then pulled her hands and braced her feet against the sink, rendering her completely immobile.
A young man who had been standing idly to the side suddenly seemed to have discovered something amazing. He found a package wrapped in tissues in the trash can. He slowly unwrapped the tissues, revealing a condom smeared with semen.
"I wasn't wrong, was I? I just saw that old man from the next room come here and get intimate with this old slut," the young man said, holding the condom up to his mother.
At that moment, the oldest man approached his mother.
"Madam, don't move, or I don't know what will happen," the old man said lewdly.
His mother was still struggling in vain, but the two men holding her were too strong, and she couldn't move them at all. But when the condom was taken out, his mother finally stopped struggling. The old man was now pressed against his mother, his right hand stroking her face with his fingers, a lewd smile on his face.
"Whatever you want, I'll give you, just let me go," his mother said, trembling with fear.
"Really? You'll give us anything, huh?" The old man pulled down the stocking over his head, revealing himself to be a construction worker from the next room.
"This is what I want." The old man's hand reached down to the mother's lower body, lightly touching her abdomen.
"Boss, are you just going to let this slut get away with this so easily?" one of the middle-aged men asked as he took off the stocking.
"Anyway, we're currently working on Mr. Li's (the old man from the next room) renovation. If we give him this, he'll have to pay back all the money he withheld from us. I'll even make him pay double."
The old man said, his face turning vicious.
"Won't there be any problems?" another middle-aged man asked.
"No, the house is almost finished. I'll take the money and leave immediately. Anyway, the construction of this building is complete, and Old Li can't find us. As long as we tell him about this, he'll definitely pay us." The old man said confidently to the middle-aged man.
"Please let me go, this has nothing to do with me!" the mother began to plead with the old man.
“You…no way. I have to charge some interest on this, since you’re his mistress. I’ll take this small amount.” The old man’s hand had already reached down and was stroking the mother’s stockinged legs.
The young man then opened the mother’s wallet that had been on the table, but the old man immediately stopped him.
“Don’t touch this lady’s money. I keep my word,” the old man told the young man.
“Uncle, no, boss, guess how old this woman is?” The young man realized he’d mispronounced the old man’s name and quickly corrected himself.
“She’s about forty-three or forty-four. Women that age are the most fun. They say women are like tigers at thirty and wolves at forty,” the old man said with a smile.
“Boss, look at this woman’s ID card. She was born in 1950, so she’s fifty-four. Look at your eyes,” the young man said smugly to the old man.
“Really? She’s so well-maintained. Those underwear aren’t for someone in their fifties,” the middle-aged man to the mother’s left craned his neck to see the mother’s ID card.
The young man placed the ID card in front of the middle-aged man, who looked at it clearly.
"I really didn't expect it, she's so well-maintained, and she's even wearing those lingerie that only sluts wear," the middle-aged man who was pulling the mother away exclaimed.
"Please, just leave me alone, I'm so old, don't bother me anymore," the mother said, sensing that they were serious.
"A fifty-year-old woman can still sit on the ground and suck up dirt, let us try Old Li's woman too. You serve us well, and I won't tell your family. Is that fair?" the old man said to the mother with a smile.
The old man pulled up the mother's skirt and rubbed his face against her thighs, inhaling her fragrance. The two middle-aged men on either side of the mother released one of their hands and reached for her large breasts, squeezing them hard.
"Ah... be gentle... don't be too rough... it hurts..." the mother cried out, but she didn't cry out for long because the young man had already pinched her chin and sucked her tongue.
“Boss, she smells so good, much better than that woman at home.” The middle-aged man on the left had already let go of his mother’s hand. He was grabbing his mother’s breast with one hand while his other hand was already pulling down his pants, revealing his erect penis.
The old man who had been sucking on his mother’s thigh left several rows of teeth marks and countless drops of saliva on her stockings before standing up. He pulled his mother’s hair, which was piled on her head, and led her towards her room. He pulled down his pants as he walked, but didn’t take off his underwear. The three men followed him into his mother’s room, occasionally touching his mother’s buttocks and large breasts, grabbing them hard before letting go. When
they got to the room, the old man pulled his mother to kneel by the bed, while he sat on the edge of the bed. “Come on, lick me.”
The old man pointed to his genitals and pulled his clothes off his head, revealing only his ribs on his upper body.
“Boss, you can do this too?” one of the middle-aged men said to the old man.
“I saw this in the movie theater, let this slut try it out for me. Come on, suck it.” The old man pulled his mother’s head, and she pressed her hands to the ground, only using her mouth to suck on the tip of the old man’s still limp penis.
The young man walked to the home theater in his mother’s room, opened the DVD player, and exclaimed as if he had discovered a new continent.
“Boss, this machine has porn in it.” It turned out that the DVDs in the machine were the ones his parents had watched last night for fun.
"Come on, let's take a look." The two middle-aged men, finding nothing to do with the lack of women, wanted to distract themselves.
The young man opened the DVD; it was a top-tier foreign film. It showed five or six men surrounding a woman kneeling on the ground, holding two penises in her hands and another in her mouth, while someone else was fondling
her large breasts. The two middle-aged men walked to the mother's side, took her hands, and placed them on their penises. The young man followed suit, kneeling behind the mother and reaching his hands from below to the front, grasping her
large breasts. The old man watched as the young man's hands moved incessantly inside the mother's clothes. Her already large breasts deformed under his grasp, and the dark red lace bra covering her breasts gradually peeked out from under her low-cut yellow cotton blouse.
The old man gazed greedily at his mother's gradually exposed breasts. She was still wearing her yellow-green patterned open-toed high-heeled sandals. Her buttocks and thighs, exposed by her skirt being pulled up, were being touched by two middle-aged men. The young man's large, erect penis pressed against his mother's buttocks, which were still clad in pantyhose. He deliberately pressed against her buttocks, moving up and down. One hand, which had been holding her breast, moved to her ankle, gently stroking her heel, which was a few inches from the heel of her yellow-green patterned open-toed high-heeled sandals.
The old man held his mother's head, pressing it forcefully against his hips. His mother opened her mouth wide, trying to suck the engorged, fishy-smelling penis into her mouth. Her buttocks only moved backward, rubbing against the young man's penis. The young man cooperated by pressing his lower abdomen against his mother's back, thrusting his penis against her buttocks through her pantyhose.
"Ouch..." The young man shuddered. Being young, he couldn't handle it. His first, thick ejaculation landed entirely on his mother's pantyhose crotch.
The two middle-aged men's penises were fully erect from their mother's ministrations. The old man pulled his mother's hands away and pulled up her yellow, low-cut cotton blouse. Her nipples were exposed outside her bra, one strap hanging loosely on her arm, the other on her shoulder. The
young man's semen had flowed down her thighs, mixing with the old man's saliva, leaving her thighs wet.
The tall middle-aged man and the young man together began to caress his mother's buttocks, spreading them apart forcefully. Her pantyhose were torn in two, revealing dark red lace panties tied at the waist with two thin straps. This further aroused their lust. The young man was indeed young; his penis, which had softened after ejaculation, regained some vitality.
The woman on TV was now asleep in bed. The old man, also naked, sat in the middle of the bed. The plump middle-aged man pulled his mother's skirt down from her waist and gestured for her to get on the bed. His mother was now only wearing a bra and panties, her pantyhose resembling garters, with only a few unripped pieces connecting them to her thighs. Just as
his mother was about to kick off her yellow-green patterned open-toed high-heeled slippers, the old man stopped her, because he had seen the foreign woman in the DVD wearing shoes while being slept with.
"Sleep in bed like her, do you hear me?" the old man said, slapping his mother's buttocks and pointing at the woman on TV. His mother's buttocks immediately turned red.
The mother had no choice but to lie on her side on the bed, mimicking the women on TV. The pressure of the bed against her arm made her bra even looser. Her small feet, clad in open-toed high-heeled slippers, were held and kissed by the fat middle-aged man. The young man placed her head on his lap and put his penis near her mouth, which she had no choice but to suck.
The old man then pulled down her panties, placed one of her legs on his shoulder, and guided his penis to her vaginal opening, while the panties hung on the leg that was on his shoulder. He smelled her panties, then thrust in forcefully.
"Mmm...oh...mmm..." Her mouth was blocked, and she could only hum incoherently through her nose.
The tall middle-aged man unhooked her front-opening bra, finally freeing her breasts completely. Her disheveled hair rolled around on the young man's lap; her once-coiled hair was now just a single bun on her head, the surrounding hair loose and disheveled.
"This bitch, so tight down there, such a big ass." The eldest brother hugged his mother's waist and thrust forward forcefully.
The tall, middle-aged man sucked his mother's nipple into his mouth, biting hard every now and then, sucking the breast in all at once, then biting down again. It was too obvious that his mouth couldn't suck the entire breast into his mother's mouth, only a part of it.
"The feet of city women are so different from my mother's, so much more delicate." The man kissing his mother's legs kept licking the instep of his mother's feet, the toes peeking out from her high-heeled slippers. His mother could only curl her toes to reduce the itching sensation.
"Fine, if you won't let me suck, then you suck mine." The man knelt on the bed, kneeling side by side with the young man, turning his mother's body around, making her lie face down with her elbows on the bed, so that his mother was being fucked from behind by the old man.
Two penises were placed side by side in front of his mother, and the tall, middle-aged man also lay down under his mother, pressing his mother's huge breasts against his penis, performing breast sex in the cleavage.
“You little bitch, if you won’t suck me, I’ll make you lick me.” The middle-aged man shoved his penis into the mother’s mouth and thrust forward forcefully. The young man stopped, watching his mother being fucked by three men.
“Is my penis big or not? Tell me.” The middle-aged man pulled his penis out of the mother’s mouth, pulling her head upward, making her look at him and answer.
“Big, very big…” The mother, having gotten a brief rest, had no choice but to satisfy his desire, saying that his penis was big.
The old man, from behind, held the mother’s buttocks and thrust hard, the slapping sounds incessant. The mother also cried out because there was no penis in her mouth.
“Oh…oh…um…gently…don’t be so hard…ah…gently…ah…”
The mother’s cries mingled with the woman on the TV, the room filled with the mother’s real moans and the exaggerated screams of the woman on the TV.
The old man finally couldn’t hold back anymore and ejaculated inside the mother’s vagina. He slumped onto the bed. At that moment, the woman on TV was lying on top of a man. The man's penis wasn't inside her vagina, but inside her anus. Several people found this strange and tried to imitate it, making their mother do the same.
"No...no...it can't be there...it won't do..." When the mother felt the young man's penis rubbing and exploring around her anus, she understood their intentions.
"Why not?" The fat middle-aged man grasped the mother's breasts, squeezing his penis between them tightly. He ignored everything else, using the mother's breasts against his penis. As he thrust forward, he pressed the mother's head down, the tip of his penis against her lips. The young man had already placed his penis at the entrance of the mother's anus, and with the mixture of the mother's and the old man's bodily fluids, he gritted his teeth and slowly pushed it in.
"Ah...it hurts so much...oh God...no...oh...I'm going to die..." The mother was inconsolable from the pain of being penetrated from behind.
“Old bitch, really deflowering me, ah…so tight…” the young man cried out.
The mother gripped the sheets tightly, her head slamming back against the young man’s shoulder. The fat middle-aged man, who had originally intended to shove his penis into the mother’s mouth, hesitated, afraid she would bite it. The tall man, however, held the mother’s legs and thrust his penis into her vagina.
The four men formed a peculiar fucking combination.
The fat middle-aged man, sandwiched between the mother’s large breasts, ejaculated a stream of semen onto her chest and face, some even getting into her hair.
Below, the tall middle-aged man, with his hands on the mother’s legs, knelt on the bed and thrust forward forcefully, while the young man behind him held the mother’s legs from behind.
Both men wanted to spread Mom's legs as wide as possible to facilitate their penetration. Mom was sandwiched between them like a doll. They
worked in a back-and-forth, each on top of the other, diligently plowing within a mere two centimeters. The scent of semen mixed with the woman's vaginal fluids, her sweat and perfume, the combined smells of men and women, along with the man's panting, the woman's moans, and the sounds of wanton moans from the pornographic DVD, creating a scene of utter obscenity.
"Go easy, I can't take it anymore..." Mom's voice was filled with exhaustion.
The young man lay completely down, making Mom kneel on his penis. He looked at his naked mother, slapping her buttocks repeatedly. He
occasionally stroked her small feet, still clad in yellow-green patterned open-toed high-heeled slippers, as they rested on the bed. The taller man thrust his penis into Mom's mouth, bending down to play with her large breasts. Finally, he, too, couldn't hold on any longer.
“I’m coming too… ah… ah…”
Mom tried to spit out his penis when she felt him about to ejaculate, but he held her head, and all the semen shot into her mouth.
“Mmm… mmm…” Mom couldn’t make a sound because her head was being held.
The young man who had been playing with Mom’s beautiful feet, having ejaculated once, could last longer in her tight anus, but he couldn’t hold on any longer. He released his play with her feet and groped her body and breasts haphazardly. Finally, he held Mom’s buttocks tightly and ejaculated his second time into her anus.
All night long, Mom was fucked relentlessly by the combined efforts of the men until they were all too weak to get an erection and Mom collapsed onto the bed like a puddle of mud. Then they all got dressed, took my home phone number, and left.

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