My mother's love affairs

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I remember it was when I was in fifth grade, I was twelve years old. I came home from school as usual, but the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive. The small living room was crowded with neighbors; some had serious expressions, some were whispering, and some were shaking their heads and sighing. When they saw me come in, their eyes all turned to me, their gazes seeming to tell me that something unusual must have happened, but none of them seemed willing to speak.

After an awkward silence, Uncle Wang from next door stood up, pulled me close, took my schoolbag, and said slowly, "Your mother is in the inner room; she has something to say to you." He then gently pushed me towards the inner room.

I said "Oh," and walked to the door.

The door was ajar; I pushed it open with a creak and saw my mother sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to me. Her long, black hair was draped over her waist, and her white dress was bathed in the soft, yellowish sunlight filtering through the curtains. A faint, sweet fragrance permeated the room.

Hearing the door open, Mom didn't turn around. She sniffed softly. "Is that Ming? Come here!" Her voice sounded a little choked.

Mom was crying? Why? I knew something terrible had happened, so I stumbled to her side.

Mom gently tapped the edge of the bed with her left hand. "Sit down!" I sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at Mom. Her pale face was tinged yellow by the sunlight, making her look so haggard and weak. Her eyes were red and swollen, her thin lips trembled slightly, and her chest rose and fell as if her whole body was shaking.

Mom turned to look at me and said softly, "Your father is gone. You'll never see him again." I froze. Yes, the words "never again, never again" echoed repeatedly in my mind. Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes.

My father was a long-distance truck driver, and I rarely saw him. But every time I did, he would bring me lots of delicious food, fun toys, and new gadgets, and he would fulfill any request I made, whether reasonable or not. Seeing my father meant happiness and joy to me. However, I never really remember my father clearly because he always seemed to be in a hurry, and he rarely even spoke a few words to me. But even with that vague impression, if I never saw him again, my young heart at the time couldn't accept it.

I burst into tears and threw myself into my mother's arms. She held me tightly, and I could almost hear her sobbing.

My father died in a car accident. My mother was 37 years old when he left me, and she worked for a state-owned enterprise.

My mother had fair skin, a tall figure, and a kind and gentle personality. She was known in our area as a virtuous wife and loving mother. Unfortunately, fate played a cruel trick on us; a sudden tragedy destroyed a warm and harmonious family and changed my mother's destiny.

My mother's income was stable but not very high. She and my father had finally saved up some money to buy a new house, but it was almost all gone, and they even borrowed tens of thousands of yuan from relatives. Unexpectedly, just over a year after moving in, tragedy struck. I was also facing the transition from elementary to middle school, and the pressure of life suddenly increased. Fortunately, Uncle Wang next door was kind and helpful. He helped with everything from my father's funeral to other arrangements. He often invited my mother and me to eat with them, and he was always happy to help with things like changing the gas cylinder or breaking appliances.

Uncle Wang worked at the same company as my mother; he was the head of security. His wife was the head nurse at the company hospital, so they often worked late and came home early. His son was in my class; he was a robust-looking boy, and everyone called him Tiger. The neighbors were like family, living in harmony, so I didn't feel the shadow of losing my father. My mother gradually regained her former health; after all, even before, most of the time it was just the two of us at home.

A year passed in the blink of an eye, and Tiger and I were both in sixth grade. We started to feel the pressure of schoolwork. The entrance exam for junior high required an Olympiad in math, so we both enrolled in a tutor's class, going for two hours every Thursday evening.

One day, after dinner at Uncle Wang's house, his wife went to her night shift. Uncle Wang and my mother dropped Tiger and me off at our tutor's door and went home. Unfortunately, the tutor only worked a few minutes before receiving an urgent phone call, so he gave us the day off due to a class change. Tiger and a few other kids went to the arcade. I hated the smoky atmosphere there, so I decided to go home.

Downstairs, I saw that Uncle Wang's house was dark, so I assumed he was playing cards. The living room was dark, but there seemed to be a faint light coming from the bedroom. I felt something was off. Had Mom gone to bed so early? I went upstairs and gently opened the door, only to find a pair of large men's shoes—they looked like Uncle Wang's. What was he doing at our house? A

jolt went through me. I quietly closed the door, held my breath, and slowly made my way to the inner room, my mother's bedroom.

Our house wasn't big back then; the entrance led directly into the living room, with a display shelf acting as a partition in front of the inner room. I tiptoed to the shelf and peeked into the inner room. The door was ajar, and the television was on, loudly, but if I listened carefully, I could hear panting and moaning mixed in with the noise.

Although I was still somewhat naive at the time, I knew a little about these things from television and novels. My blood seemed to freeze, but I involuntarily moved slowly, searching for an angle to look into the inner room.

I saw my mother lying naked on the bed, and Uncle Wang was also naked, his hand on my mother's thighs, kneeling between her legs, seemingly fiddling with and licking something.

The dim bedroom light and the glow of the television screen mingled, reflecting off my mother's snow-white body. Her voluptuous figure seemed to pulsate, her firm breasts trembling slightly, as if playing notes of soul and flesh intertwined.

My mind went blank; my lower body felt like it was about to explode, my whole body trembling violently, as if resonating with this symphony of soul and flesh before me.

My mother's trembling grew more intense, her panting and moans growing louder, interspersed with ecstatic murmurs: "Give it to me, give it to me quickly," her hands kneading Uncle Wang's hair, her inner thighs rubbing against his face.

Uncle Wang raised his head, his hands kneading my mother's pink, snow-white breasts, his fingers repeatedly flicking her nipples, commanding: "Lick it until it's hard," before lying down with his head facing the door.

Mom obediently got up, stroking Uncle Wang's penis with both hands, then lowered her head and took it into her mouth, stroking it up and down.

At the same time, she stuck out her buttocks and spread her legs, rubbing them against Uncle Wang's face. Uncle Wang licked and sucked Mom's labia and vulva while kneading her pink and white buttocks with both hands.

Suddenly, there was a crisp "smack!" sound, and Mom let out a mournful "woo" sound. Several red finger marks appeared on her white buttocks. Mom trembled and stuck out her beautiful buttocks. Her fluffy pubic hair was covered with what seemed to be either vaginal secretions or Uncle Wang's saliva, which looked to me as if it were shining, or as if telling you that the secret passage of this dark and dense black forest contained endless treasures.

Not long after, I saw my mother raise her head. Uncle Wang's penis was already erect, like an iron tower. My mother turned around and brushed aside her long, beautiful black hair, revealing a face I had never seen before, one that was both wanton and alluring. Her red lips parted slightly, murmuring as if to say, "Come in, come in quickly." Uncle Wang held my mother's slender waist, and my mother grasped his penis with both hands. With each moan, louder and more passionate than the last, Uncle Wang's iron tower gradually disappeared into my mother's dark forest.

My mother's soft moans gradually turned into long, drawn-out cries, accompanied by waves of "slap, slap" sounds of flesh colliding, occasionally interspersed with Uncle Wang's heavy breathing. These various sounds strangely resonated, creating a lewd symphony that intoxicated both body and soul.

After a while of this intercourse, Uncle Wang straightened up, embraced Mom, and the two kissed passionately. Mom's slender, white arms, like jade shoots, clung tightly to Uncle Wang, her fingers scratching at his back. Their bodies seemed to have become one.

After a short while of this passionate embrace, Uncle Wang stood up and laid Mom down on the bed, making her kneel, her round, full buttocks raised high. Between her thighs, glistening drops of vaginal fluid seemed to be flowing.

Uncle Wang parted Mom's thick, dark pubic hair and thrust his hard penis deep into her secret passage.

The rhythm of their bodies colliding grew faster and the sounds more intense. Mom's cries grew higher and more piercing, her head lower and lower, her buttocks raised higher and higher, her hair clinging to her back, likely from being drenched in sweat. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her body moving back and forth in rhythm with Uncle Wang's thrusts.

The two worked for an unknown amount of time before Uncle Wang stopped and took something from the bedside table. Mom carefully put it on his penis, then lay back as I had seen at the beginning, except her legs, like those made of white marble, were raised high.

Uncle Wang lay on top of Mom, his towering penis showing no signs of softening. They engaged in another round of intense thrusting. Mom's legs, first raised in mid-air, then draped over Uncle Wang's shoulders, and finally wrapped tightly around him like snakes, her feet slapping against his broad back.

After a short while, Uncle Wang and Mom both let out rapid, panting breaths almost simultaneously. The speed of their intercourse noticeably increased, finally ending with Uncle Wang's deep, satisfied moan.

[The End]

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