My Path to Psychosis

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I was born in a small mountain village with only a dozen or so households. At that time, the countryside was all learning from Dazhai, and my father was

sent to a water conservancy construction site. I was only twelve years old that year.

After witnessing my mother's behavior by what seemed like a very accidental opportunity, I began to harbor hatred towards women.
It was a scorching July day. At noon, I was eating my lunch in the classroom when the vice principal came in

and told us that there would be no classes in the afternoon because our teacher had a family matter to attend to, and we could go home. The nine of us

who didn't go home for lunch had one thing in common: the village was small, and there were few students, so the county

didn't run schools in the villages, and we had to go to a school in a larger village.
My village was more than ten miles away from the village where the school was located, so I had to walk for

more than an hour every day to get to school.
A holiday was undoubtedly a reward for a child who didn't like studying. I happily

ate , put on my schoolbag, said goodbye to my classmates who shared the same fate, and set off on my way home. Beyond

the village stretched an endless expanse of rice paddies. The second crop of rice, grown twice a year, was in its grain-filling stage, a

lush green as far as the eye could see. I followed the village roads, braving the blazing sun, towards my warm home.
By the time I returned to the village entrance, two hours after leaving school, I had played my way there. I walked along

the familiar path to my house, but the usual gate was locked. I wondered if my mother hadn't gone to work in the fields today.
I reached out to push the gate open, but it was locked. A little puzzled, I wondered if

my mother was asleep. So, I turned around the fence and, as usual, prepared to climb over the fence of the pigsty.
I climbed up the low courtyard wall. The two pigs had already finished eating and were hiding under a makeshift shelter at the foot of the wall. Just as I

was about to jump down, I heard my mother make a very strange noise, and at the same time, I heard a man's voice say, "Guihua, did

you enjoy it?"
I recognized that it wasn't my father's voice. I immediately remembered the stories my classmates sometimes talked about about women having affairs

. I wondered if my mother had a lover and was cheating on my father. So I quietly slipped down the courtyard wall and slowly

approached the window of my parents' room. At the same time, I heard my mother's voice: "Ah, you rascal, you

always find something to poke me with. Hurry up, in case there's..." "Hey, ah, so comfortable. You're the only one who can do this, right?"
I tiptoed to the window. Since it was backlit, I wasn't worried about being seen by the people inside. I slowly peeked inside

, and what I saw made my blood boil. My mother was lying naked on the bed, her two

snow-white, delicate legs spread open. One leg was pressed down on the man sitting on the edge of the bed, the accountant from our village.

She was holding the other leg with her hands. The accountant's other hand was holding

the breast that I used to suckle when I was a child, the one from which milk flowed. I could only fall asleep by playing with it in my hand. My mother's breasts were white and large, especially the two nipples, which were

as big as longan fruits with shells.
I remembered the feeling of holding my mother's breasts before falling asleep as a child—smooth and soft, the two nipples

would harden after being gently squeezed. Meanwhile, the accountant was constantly kneading and shaping the cucumber in his hands. I

could see him holding a cucumber as thick as my forearm,

thrusting it in and out of my mother's wet, dark pubic hair-covered vulva. Each deep thrust elicited excited

moans from her throat.
The nearly fifty-year-old accountant was also completely naked, his thick, erect

penis . I felt it was larger than my father's, and I couldn't help but think of my own already rock-hard penis,

which felt no smaller than my father's, but still much smaller than the accountant's engorged member.
My mother moaned incessantly as the accountant manipulated her with the cucumber, repeatedly calling him a good man, a great man (in our

area, we call our father "Great Man"). By this time, my mother had probably reached orgasm. The accountant stood up,

slapping her plump, white buttocks and saying, "Xiufang, you're so horny. You're already so

wet just from using a cucumber. You'll be begging me to fuck you later, won't you be in heaven? Get up and lie down, it's your turn to lick me properly." After saying that,

he lay down on the bed.
My mother's name was Min Xiufang, and she was only thirty years old that year. My father married her from another village, and everyone said

she was the most beautiful woman in the village. At this moment, the accountant made my mother kneel down on him, and my mother had no choice but to grab

his thick, long penis and skillfully stroke it in her hands. The accountant slapped my mother's plump buttocks a few times, and

my mother seemed to know what was going to happen. She reached behind her and forcefully spread her buttocks apart, and the accountant

inserted the cucumber even deeper into my mother's slightly dark-colored vagina.
My mother's continuous moans were muffled by the penis in her mouth, turning into suppressed groans in her throat. The accountant

's other hand reached between them, pinching my mother's swollen nipple, pulling it hard before releasing it. Yes, her

full, soft breasts bounced incessantly.
Looking at my mother's incredibly lewd appearance, a change began to occur in my heart. The

beautiful image of my mother in my heart began to turn ugly. I never imagined that my usually virtuous and gentle mother could be so shameless and lewd under another man

. At the same time, I felt my penis throbbing painfully, and I couldn't help but reach into my pants and take it out,

stroking .
My mother looked up from inside the room and said to the accountant, "Come on, dear, I can't take it anymore."

The accountant laughed and said, "You said you didn't want it this morning, but now that you want it, I won't give it to you. If you really want it, hurry up and kiss

your dear."
I so wished my mother would refuse him, but I knew it was impossible. My mother pounced on him and kissed his face

like she was eating rice, saying, "Good dear, Xiufang can't take it anymore . If you don't do it, don't

do it again." My mother said coquettishly. The accountant had my eye on my mother and said, "You said you didn't want it. Fine, I'll go find Chunsheng's wife

now , he forcefully

pulled the cucumber out of my mother's vagina, put it in his mouth, and took a bite of

the cucumber .
Even though her mother knew he was deliberately messing with her, she still grabbed him and said, "Don't go. I knew you

and Chunsheng hurry up, big brother, my good big brother." The accountant laughed and pressed his mother down on the bed,

guiding his thick, hard penis to her red, already wet and slippery vagina, and thrusting it all the way in.
"Oh, big brother, so amazing, Xiufang is so beautiful," she said, wrapping her arms around the accountant's neck and actively...

The accountant's tongue shot out, and he readily took it in, his taut buttocks rising and falling against

her body.
After a while, he changed positions, straddling one of her soft thighs, his left hand

holding her other leg, while his right hand kneaded and pulled her plump breasts. She

moaned shamelessly, encouraging him to thrust harder. I watched their joined bodies; each time

I pulled out her engorged, bright red flesh was pulled out, turned inside out, and a trickle of vaginal fluid

flowed down her buttocks.
Unconsciously, I felt the penis inside her vagina was my own. My hands quickened

their movements , and soon I felt numb all over, my waist tightening. A wave of numbing pleasure spread from my penis

throughout my body, and I ejaculated for the first time in my life.
I put away my penis and looked around the room. My mother was kneeling on the bed, and the accountant was standing on the floor. His thick

penis was thrusting in and out of my mother's cunt rapidly. My mother was in a trance,

moaning . One hand reached down to her genitals and quickly rubbed her swollen clitoris.

The sound of their bodies colliding was loud.
Suddenly, the accountant pounced on my mother's smooth, white back, squeezing her two dangling,

swaying breasts with both hands. He thrust his hips against my mother's plump, white buttocks, his whole body convulsing. My mother

seemed to reached a pleasurable orgasm, crying out, "Darling, this is wonderful! Xiufang is so beautiful! Ah,

harder, harder, ah!"
The accountant rubbed my mother's already reddened breasts vigorously, saying, "How's Xiufang?

Better than Erhu, right?" Hearing this, I thought to myself, my mother is truly a slut.
Erhu is my neighbor. He's over thirty and still unmarried, living alone.

He idles away . I never imagined my mother would want such a slovenly man. My disgust and hatred for my mother deepened

, and a dark lust surged within me.
Just then, I heard the accountant's voice from inside the room: "Xiufang, our village chief has been missing you for a long time.

I'll go call him now. You'd better be a good girl and let him have his way with you." My mother, while wiping the accountant's

penis said, "You bastard, it's not enough for you to do it yourself, you want to do it for others too. I won't do it!" With that,

she pushed him away and wiped her genitals, which were covered in vaginal fluid and semen, with the towel.
The accountant, after pulling up his pants, grabbed my mother's already red breasts and said, "You dare? Xiufang,

aren't you afraid I'll tell everyone about your affair? If you behave, the village chief won't mistreat you. Now, obediently get into bed and wait.

If don't listen to me, see how I deal with you. Have you forgotten what happened at the stable? You really wanted that big donkey to fuck you?"
My mother trembled and said, "No, I'll listen to you, okay? I'm just afraid he'll kill

me if he finds out." My mother finished drying herself and looked at the accountant while putting on her clothes.
"Don't worry, as long as you behave, no one will know. Okay, you wait here." After saying that, he walked out.

I quickly hid. After a while, the accountant came out, muttering to himself as he walked, "Slut, can't even go

a day without a man, and she's still pretending to be chaste." He then left the courtyard.
As my legs began to ache from hiding behind the woodpile, I heard footsteps. The fifty-year-old village chief, arms crossed behind his back

, entered the courtyard. My mother, hearing the noise, rushed out, her face beaming, and said, "Village chief

, you're here! Come in quickly!" The village chief's eyes lit up when he saw my mother, staring at her breasts bouncing under her clothes as she walked.
After letting the village chief into the house, my mother turned and locked the gate, glancing around nervously before going inside. I

was thinking of waiting a while before going out when I heard my mother say, "Village chief, don't rush! Ouch, be gentle!" I thought to myself that this

village chief was an impatient man, so I tiptoed to the window.
By this time, my mother's clothes had come undone, and the village chief's hand was kneading her soft, white breasts. My mother

leaned against him, and he lowered his head to suckle her swollen nipple, unbuckling her belt. Her

wide trousers slid down, piling up on her ankles. His hand impatiently reached for

her genitals, which he had just violated.
A moment later, the village chief released my mother, stripped off his own clothes, revealing his erect penis, smaller than mine.

My mother's eyes showed a hint of disdain, but she still helped him onto her. He seemed very excited,

thrusting rapidly as soon as he entered her. My mother moaned, clearly trying to please him, unlike

the involuntary moans she made during his manipulations.
The village chief slowed down after a while, and the mother seemed to sense it, asking, "What's wrong, village chief?" "Ah,

I'm getting old, and I'm not as strong as I used to be," the village chief said somewhat awkwardly. At this moment, the mother showed her gentle and kind

side saying, "Don't rush, village chief, lie down and I'll help you." Saying this, she turned over, knelt down beside the village chief,

and gently stroked his now limp penis with both hands.
After a while, seeing no improvement, she lowered her head and took the shrunken penis into her mouth. The village chief immediately let out

a happy moan. The mother licked and sucked earnestly, and soon there was a change. In order to

finish as quickly as possible, the mother spread her legs and straddled him, aiming the penis in her hands at her wet vulva and sitting down. After successfully

reaching the bottom, she quickly shook her plump white buttocks, while grabbing the village chief's hand and placing it on her soft, white

breasts.
But after a few moments, the village chief's penis slipped out and went limp again. The mother, growing

impatient , casually said, "Village chief, what's wrong? It's happening again. Have you been doing it too much?" Her

words, spoken without much thought, sounded like a slap in the face to the village chief. In this small village,

the village chief was the most powerful person; no one dared offend him. Now, especially in bed, his mother's words

were undoubtedly serious, even insulting, to any man, let alone the village chief.
The village chief didn't speak, but instead slapped the mother across the face. He then got up, pinned her down, and

grabbed her breasts, squeezing them forcefully. The mother, caught off guard, cried out in pain. The village chief, even more

ruthless , grabbed her hands that were trying to cover herself and slapped her soft breasts with the other,

cursing, "You slut! You couldn't get him hard enough, and you dared to slap me! See how I deal with you!"
He had already slapped her breasts more than a dozen times.
Only then did the mother understand what was happening. Terrified, she could only endure the pain and say, "Village chief, please stop hitting me. It was my fault."

"Okay, I'll use my mouth on you," the village chief, who had only intended to have an affair, stopped upon hearing this. However, he was surprised to find that

his penis was erect. The mother noticed as well and said, "Village chief, you're ready again. Hurry up and fuck me harder,"
she said, spreading her legs to receive the village chief's penis.
The village chief, understanding the situation, quickly inserted himself and began to thrust. Feeling that he was about to go soft, he forcefully slapped the mother's

breasts . The mother begged for mercy in pain, knowing that only in this way could the village chief finish, so although she cried out in pain,

she did not stop him. Soon, the village chief ejaculated and collapsed onto the mother, trembling weakly.
After a long while, the village chief finally got up. My mother hurriedly wiped him clean with a towel, saying ingratiatingly, "Village chief, you're really good at this.

Xiufang was almost killed by you." The village chief smiled with satisfaction, still not quite satisfied, as he squeezed and pinched my mother's

swollen breasts, saying, "Xiufang, you're really horny. Remember, I'll come back to you." My mother knew she

couldn't refuse, so she said, "Village chief, look at what you're saying. Xiufang has given herself to you today. Just tell

Xiufang if you don't mind." After saying that, she put on her clothes and saw the village chief out.
I left home and went into a small grove outside the village. I lay down under the shade of a tree covered in grass, thinking that my

beloved mother was actually this kind of person. I began to feel disgusted with women. At the same time, thinking of my mother's

slightly swollen, manipulated vulva, I couldn't help but take out my penis and start masturbating.
The sight of my mother being abused deeply fascinated me. I started skipping school whenever my father was

away , running back to watch my mother being abused by the men in the village. I increasingly hoped those men would torment

her even more cruelly. Especially after the village chief and accountant arranged for my father to work on a construction

team in the city so they could abuse my mother more easily, I basically stopped going to school after he left, watching my mother being forced onto the bed and

abused .
As I grew older and began to interact with women,

the image of my mother being abused always haunted me. Over time, a strong sadistic urge developed within me. Every time I was with a woman, I

would find ways and excuses to abuse her.
[The End]

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