The son who made his mother have an abortion

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The first time I saw a woman's body was when I was in junior high school. That afternoon, during PE class, I wasn't wearing my sneakers, and the teacher told me to go home and change. When I got to the alley entrance, I saw my mom ride her bike into the dormitory of the cycling club, her colleague, Xiao Miao, following not far behind. I didn't pay much attention, but when I got downstairs, I only saw my mom's bicycle. Xiao Miao's bike wasn't there. It seemed that guy was indeed a master at playing with women; my mom was just one of his prey. My family lived on the second floor, and as soon as I entered, I felt something was wrong. My parents' bedroom door was closed, but I could hear her and Xiao Miao's voices, and those voices were definitely not normal. I saw everything through the crack in the door: my mom's head was buried in his chest, and Xiao Miao was unbuckling her belt, looking extremely smug. My legs went weak; I was furious, but I didn't want to scream. Instead, I felt excited—it was strange, and I still don't understand it. Xiao Miao unbuttoned my mother's pants, which slid down her legs to the floor, revealing her snow-white buttocks and thighs. Xiao Miao's hands began to caress and pinch them, and my mother let out muffled moans in his arms. My legs went weak, and I knelt on the floor. The slit in that area was even wider, and I couldn't control my eyes. He put my mother on the bed and began to take off his own clothes. My mother curled up there, naked from the waist down, seemingly at his mercy. Xiao Miao stripped off his own clothes, pressed himself against my mother, and penetrated her, thrusting in and out while removing her top and bra, all the while sucking her tongue. My mother was pressed deeply into the pillow, with only a few strands of hair showing. The muffled sounds of their tongues entwining, the two overlapping and writhing bodies, made my legs tremble so much that I couldn't stand up. Later, when I was with my mother, it was the same process. I kept thinking of him, and even when I patted my mother's buttocks afterward, it was a replica of his. He was with my mother on the bed for almost an hour before letting her go. He slowly pulled out, his penis drooping, a few drops of semen dripping onto my mother's thigh. He sat on the bed, lit a cigarette, and leisurely played with my mother's plump, white body with one hand. My mother remained motionless as he touched her. He asked my mother to get up and get a drink, but she didn't move. He slapped her round buttocks repeatedly, and my mother wriggled a few times, giggling coquettishly. I climbed out and sat on the third-floor stairs, feeling both jealous and angry, but my penis was throbbing so hard that even sitting down made my buttocks ache, and my glans had soaked through my underwear. He stayed inside until almost 4 p.m. before coming out. I don't know what he did to my mother inside. My father was out driving and wouldn't be back for two more days. I didn't go to class that afternoon because he came, and he always stayed until almost 4 p.m. I squatted at the alley entrance, watching him and my mother go in together, and then he came out alone, looking both comfortable and tired, riding his bike leisurely away. I knew that my mother had already been groped by him and was lying naked on the bed at home. When I got home that night, I almost didn't dare to look at my mother, but she acted as usual. On the third day, I came home from school and saw that my father had already returned from his trip. I looked at my mother's expression, but I couldn't tell anything. That night, as I was thinking about this, Xiao Miao actually came over. He and my father were like brothers, and my mother was even smiling beside him. But my father knew nothing. I was in my room listening to a man chatting with another man who had been cuckolded. Xiao Miao asked my father with a grin if he had done anything to betray his sister-in-law. My father said, "How could I dare? I'm not as capable as you." Xiao Miao laughed. Hearing that laughter, I felt both angry and excited. In this strange feeling, my penis became hard again. That night, I started masturbating. I masturbated for almost two years, and the content was always the same, always the scene I had witnessed that day. It was always the same. When I was in my second year of high school, I met a friend who was almost 30 years old and particularly liked to play around with women. He took me to a prostitute for the first time. She was from Jilin. I discovered I had a knack for playing with women. My first time having sex with a woman, especially a prostitute, I actually made her convulse. My friend was stunned. Later, I got to know that woman better. She asked me what kind of woman I liked, and I asked her to find me a woman nearing 40. She laughed and said, "I didn't expect you to like that." The next day, I slept with a woman from Jilin who was almost 40. She told me to call her Sister Lan. After that, I didn't look for any other prostitutes; I only went to her. Actually, the day before I slept with my mother, I had just been with Sister Lan. But while I was with her, she said, "If I were your mother, I'd be old enough. Why don't you sleep with your mother?" That made me ejaculate almost immediately. When I got home, I stared at my mother's body. The way Xiao Miao had stripped her naked two years ago was almost identical to Sister Lan's plump waist. The two naked bodies lingered in front of me for a day and a night. So, the next night was destined to be the end of my mother's life as a mother. It was past eight o'clock after dinner. My mom was washing her feet in the living room. I finally came out of my room and stood behind her. Suddenly, I touched her head. My mom turned around, startled, and asked what I was doing. I started breathing heavily and touched her face again. My mom looked at me, shocked, and stood up, asking what I wanted. I said, "I saw you with Xiao Miao." My mom's face immediately turned pale, and her voice began to tremble. She asked what I wanted. I said, "I'll do it. Come with me." My mother's eyes widened in shock. Before she could say anything, I grabbed her. She screamed, flailed her arms wildly, broke free, knocked over a basin, and ran into her bedroom. I immediately followed. My mother tried to close the door, but I squeezed in and cornered her against the bed like a rabbit. I grabbed her again and started pulling down her pants. My mother gripped the belt tightly. Perhaps it was too sudden; she quickly ran out of strength. At first, she screamed and cursed, but when I pulled her pants down, she began to beg for mercy. I pulled hard, and my mother fell onto the bed. Her legs kicked wildly, and I pulled her pants down like taking off socks. My mother screamed, covered her lower body with her hands, rolled over, and her round, white buttocks turned around. She crawled to the other side of the bed. I wasn't going to let her go. I started taking off my clothes. My mom turned around and saw that I had taken off my pants. My erect penis sprang out, and she screamed again in fright. She scrambled to the corner of the bed and curled up into a ball. Her scream spurred me on. I immediately climbed on top of her and pinned her down. My mom's face was deathly pale. Her hands were weak as she tried to push me away, and she desperately tried to keep her legs together. I spread them apart with my legs, and my penis pressed against her labia, which were hairy and fleshy. I hugged my mom and kissed her face haphazardly, but she kept dodging away. My glans began to search for her vaginal opening. My mom was already in despair. She pushed me away haphazardly, but it was no use. She stared at me blankly, as if she didn't recognize me. Then, my glans touched her vaginal opening and went in a little. My mom's whole body trembled immediately. I pressed my hips down, and my penis went in. My mom's body stiffened instantly. She stopped resisting, her eyes turned blue, and she vomited. I moved her a little and started thrusting. With each thrust, my mother's head bobbed, making "ho, ho" sounds in her throat. Then she vomited a few more times, smearing her face, my neck, and chest with the vomit, but I didn't feel a thing. The sensation of my penis inside her vagina was incredibly intense. My buttocks began to twitch rapidly. Before I could even fully enjoy this woman's body, I ejaculated. It had never been so fast. The moment my semen gushed out, my mother's body convulsed. I let out a long breath, panting, and looked down to see that her vomit had smeared her hair all over her face. I released my mother and pulled my penis out. My mother lay there with her legs spread wide, like a starfish, staring blankly at the ceiling. After a while, I kicked her leg, and she got up, too afraid to look at me. She covered her lower body with one hand and got out of bed, naked, searching for clothes on the floor. She found some pants by the sofa, but trembling, she couldn't put them on for a long time. My mom went into the bathroom. I got out of bed and went back to my room, my mind blank. After a while, I heard my mom leave. She didn't come back the next day, and I was a little worried that something might have happened. I called my mom's workplace, and as soon as she heard my voice, she hung up. I was relieved; it seemed nothing bad had happened. I washed the sheets, intending to give her a chance when she returned. But she didn't come back. Two days later, I found out that my mom had moved into my cousin's house. It seemed she was avoiding me. She didn't come back until my dad returned from his trip. I saw them coming back together from the balcony, and I became nervous, afraid she had told him. I immediately hid on the third-floor corner. But when my dad opened the door, nothing seemed amiss. He's a short-tempered person; if he knew, he wouldn't have opened the door like that. I felt a little relieved and went downstairs. His expression reassured me even more. I glanced at my mom, and she immediately looked away. I was completely relieved. My mom started avoiding me. Whenever we were alone together, she'd immediately leave. When my dad went out driving, she'd hide at my cousin's house and wait for him to return before coming back together. My cousin runs a shop, and having someone watch the house for her was something she was happy about, but I was miserable. More than two months later, my scrotum was swollen full of semen. I went to see Sister Lan; I knew her body intimately. Even though I'd been holding back for a long time, I didn't immediately...I always wanted to use my semen on my mother. I talked to Sister Lan about it, telling her I'd hooked up with a woman, a divorced woman, but she wanted to end things. What should I do? Sister Lan chuckled and said, "I didn't expect you to be so clever. If she's a woman who hasn't been with men before, then you've got your eye on her. Once you've had her, she can't run away. Just have her a few more times, and she'll give up on the idea of ending things. Women, once you've destroyed their sense of shame, once they've given up on themselves, they're yours to play with. If you get her pregnant, then she's your woman, and you can't get rid of her." I didn't touch Sister Lan. I turned around and went straight to my cousin's house. I waited for two days. In the afternoon, everyone at my cousin's house went out, and I cornered my mother alone. As soon as my mother opened the door, I knew something was wrong. I squeezed in. This time, my mother was like a lioness. She fought me fiercely, and several times I pinned her down but she sat up again. I stopped. My mother leaned against the wall, her hair disheveled, her full breasts heaving violently. Before she could even utter a curse, I quietly said, "I think I should go find Xiao Miao." My mother sat down on the floor against the wall. I told her to come home with me; she was as docile as a lamb, and I practically ecstatically pulled her out the door. In the taxi, I couldn't resist pulling my mother into my arms and rubbing her. The driver in front said, "Young man, you have good teeth, aren't you? Eating old grass?" My mother was so embarrassed she couldn't lift her head. Back at the fleet compound, I had my mother walk ahead while I followed. I had to hunch over slightly and take small steps because my pants were bulging like a tent. As we went upstairs, a woman from the fourth floor came down and greeted my mother. My mother didn't even look up and just walked past. The woman looked at my mother with surprise, but I pretended not to see her. As soon as we entered the house, I immediately closed the door and drew the curtains. My mother, seeing me do this, knew what was going to happen. She sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the edge tightly, like a lamb to the slaughter. I told her to take off her clothes, but she didn't move. I took off my own clothes and walked up to her, my erect penis facing her face. My mother's hands gripped the edge of the bed tightly, her knuckles white, as if she could escape by holding onto it. I touched the head of my penis to my mother's mouth, and she immediately turned her face away. I laughed, remembering what Sister Lan had said. I pushed her, and my mother fell backward onto the bed. I started to undo her belt, and my mother trembled, reaching out to grab my hand. Wherever my hand went, her hand followed, but what was the use? As her bra finally came off, my mother lay naked on my bed. I didn't immediately press down on her. I looked at her for nearly 10 minutes. The longer I looked, the more uneasy my mother became, her body slowly curling up, involuntarily covering her breasts and genitals with her hands. I gently removed her hands, and my mother covered her face with her hands. I sat down next to her and began to run my hands over her body. She began to tremble slightly. My hand touched her soft breasts, gently pinching her nipples. The dark brown nipples hardened and stood erect in a moment. After kneading them for a while, my hand moved down her plump belly to her genitals. As soon as I touched her pubic hair, my mother immediately closed her legs. I spread her legs and touched her labia. My mother began to breathe rapidly. I used my fingers to part her labia and began to pinch her clitoris, the most sensitive spot for a woman. My mother finally couldn't take it anymore; her body began to twist, her legs tightly closed, but I forced them to open again. I continued to pinch, and her vaginal opening began to wet. I inserted my fingers into her vagina and probed; it became even wetter. I laughed and said, "Didn't you say you didn't want to? Why are you wet now?" My mother's previously pale face was now flushed red. I leaned down, hugged her, and said, "You're already my woman. You already have my insides. If we're together, no one will know." She closed her eyes and remained silent. I began to kiss my mother. She was still somewhat unwilling, but finally stopped resisting and took my tongue into her mouth. I pressed down on her. This time it was real sex. We made love three times, and my mother became more and more comfortable. After more than two hours, I ejaculated all the semen I had been holding back for over two months into my woman's womb. I let out a long breath, lay on my mother's plump body for a while, then rolled over and pulled my penis out. As the glans left the vaginal opening, a strand of semen and vaginal fluid trailed down her thighs and the sheets. My mother stopped moaning, her eyes watery, and her fleshy body relaxed. When she noticed me staring at her, she smiled and buried her head in my chest. My mother was fair and plump, with large breasts and a big bottom. Although her waist was a bit thick, it still had the shape of a guitar when she lay on her side. I lay comfortably with this naked, slightly plump body in my arms, touching this voluptuous trophy, feeling extremely proud. This was a completely different feeling from being with Lan Jie and the others. We lingered until it got dark. My mom got up, dressed, and went to buy cooked groceries. When she came back, she brought two boxes of birth control pills. Her uterus is retroverted, so she can't use an IUD. She usually makes my dad wear a condom when they're intimate, but now that she's with me, she has to take birth control pills. That night, I held my mom and we slept soundly. The next afternoon, my dad came back from his trip. He's a real scatterbrain; he comes home, drinks, and sleeps. He has no idea what happened. I wasn't home when he came in. When I saw him coming back from vocational school, I was momentarily stunned, but I quickly walked past him. We don't talk much anyway. In that short time from the door to my room, I felt a surge of excitement—the excitement of possessing someone else's. I immediately got an erection and had to use my hand to straighten it, otherwise my pants would have been too uncomfortable. It was thick and warm, throbbing against my lower abdomen. I think this is probably what it felt like when Xiao Miao always came to chat with my dad after sleeping with my mom. Facing a man you'd cheated on. Listening to my parents talking in the living room, my mother's white body immediately flashed before my eyes, and I could feel her body temperature. My penis instantly felt as if it were being gripped by her vagina again. My glans was wet again. But at the dinner table, I could clearly sense that my mother and I were in different moods. She neither looked at me nor my father, like a thief caught in the act. As soon as she finished eating, she disappeared into the kitchen and wouldn't come out. But my father couldn't wait any longer. It was only a little past eight o'clock, and he dragged her into the bedroom. I was very unhappy. I knew my mother must be very conflicted. More than a month later, we encountered a dangerous situation. That noon, my father was supposed to go out driving, but after he left, I couldn't resist and pulled my mother into bed with me. After we finished, I was still not satisfied and wanted to hold her and sleep for a while. After lying there for a while, she remembered that there was something on the stove in the kitchen, so she quickly put on a nightgown and went to the kitchen. Just as she went there, my father returned with an air conditioner repairman. It turned out that he had found a cheap repairman and switched shifts. Just two minutes ago, my mom was lying naked on my bed. I didn't dare make a sound. I should be at vocational school right now. I was lying naked under the covers, with my mom's underwear tucked under my body. Luckily, the worker said the air conditioner needed a new part, and my dad went with him to buy it. As soon as they left, I jumped up. I looked at my mom; she was pale and leaning against the kitchen door. Even though my heart was pounding, I didn't want my woman to be scared. I pretended not to care and threw her underwear at her. My mom took it and wandered into the bathroom like a ghost. (The rest of the text is unrelated and appears to be a separate, possibly erroneous, comment.)Dom, I rushed back to school. After that, I clearly sensed my mother was considering ending things. One noon, I was playing in the dispatch room when I overheard the dispatcher telling the team leader that my dad wanted to do short-distance driving. I immediately knew it was my mother's idea, and anger flared up. I felt this woman hadn't given in yet. I remembered what Sister Lan had said; it seemed women still needed women to control them. But I didn't dare do anything rashly. My dad started short-distance driving and was home almost every day, and my mother seemed to have regained her confidence. Just after the Spring Festival, good news arrived. Construction had started in Xiamen, and they needed to transfer drivers there, with a one-year rotation system. All short-distance drivers had to go. This might not be good news for my mother. But the more I knew she didn't want to, the more I wanted to possess her, to make her submit to me again. I had been holding back for almost three months, but I hadn't gone to see Sister Lan again; I just kept staring at my mother's body. In early April, my dad was finally leaving. As my mother was packing, I pinched her butt, and I saw fear and helplessness in her eyes. Actually, I wasn't completely without opportunities, but I needed a leisurely time to properly deal with this changing woman. The day my dad passed away, I kept smiling during my internship, which my classmates found strange, but I knew what was going to happen tonight. That night, when I was in bed with my mom, she seemed unaccustomed to me after three months, and I didn't seem very excited either, even though I knew this year was mine to take care of. The next night, while we were making love, the phone rang. It was my dad calling. My mom, naked, crawled out of bed to answer the phone. Hearing another man's voice on the receiver, I immediately became excited—a long-lost excitement. As soon as my mom hung up, I pinned her down. After we made love once, I pulled her up, made her bend over, and penetrated her from behind. As I thrust, I played with my mom's breasts and belly, which had become even softer from bending over. Touching my mom's protruding belly, I suddenly wanted her to get pregnant with my child. The next day, I went to the pharmacy near my house and bought some expired birth control pills. When I got home, I switched my mom's pills. She's still completely unaware of this. I calculated my mom's ovulation period, and during those days, I placed a pillow under her buttocks so I could penetrate as deeply as possible. My glans touched her cervix. She gritted her teeth, trying not to scream, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her face flushed red, her vagina contracting like a small hand. The moment my semen sprayed into her uterus, her body stiffened, arching like a drawn bow, and she desperately managed a groan from her throat. But she was still afraid of getting pregnant. As soon as I released her, ignoring the semen flowing down her thighs from her vagina, she quickly got out of bed naked as usual to take her medication. But the orgasm had dulled her senses; she didn't notice anything wrong with the medication. My dad had only been gone for a month, and my mom was already pregnant. During the May Day holiday, I indulged in my mom's body. On the morning of the 6th, when she returned from buying breakfast, her face was deathly pale. It turned out that the fumes from the breakfast stall had made her vomit. My mom, being an experienced woman, knew something was wrong and bought a pregnancy test on the way. A few minutes later, she collapsed on the bathroom floor, crying and cursing the fake medicine for harming people. I wasn't happy either. My mom told me that the transportation team had a medical station and was also a family planning unit; getting an abortion at an outside hospital required a certificate from the medical office, but everyone knew my dad was in Xiamen. My mom was afraid of dying; she wouldn't dare go to an unlicensed doctor. My excitement about getting pregnant gradually faded, and three months passed in the blink of an eye. My mom's body was getting heavier; in three months, the pregnancy would become visible. My mom panicked terribly, and to be honest, I felt things were going to get really bad. Just then, my uncle was hospitalized with gastritis. My mom, already desperate, called my dad, saying my uncle was critically ill and needed him to come back immediately. Women are actually quite clever. My dad and uncle had a good relationship, so he came back without calling to verify. When he got back, he only thought my mom might be overreacting. He was still in a good mood, though. Actually, he'd been quite pent up in Xiamen, spending three days there and three nights with my mom, who intentionally didn't make him use a condom. To be honest, I really admired that idea. A week after my dad left, my mom went to the clinic to get a note. The woman at the clinic had a sharp eye; she figured something out. That evening, when she brought the note to my mom, I overheard her deliberately saying to my mom at the door, "You seem to have really gained weight lately; you look like you're several months pregnant." My mom had no choice but to say she'd gained weight. With the note, we were both relieved. That night, for the first time, I found pregnant women quite alluring. I stripped my mom naked and had a satisfying time. She was over three months pregnant; her breasts were already swollen, her nipples were erect, her lower abdomen was slightly protruding, and her buttocks were rounder. I released all the pent-up frustration of the past three months. The next day, I accompanied my mom to the hospital, only to learn that there was more bad news waiting for her. My mother's uterus is retroverted, and the hospital was worried that the incomplete scraping might not have removed all the tissue. They told her to wait five or six months until the fetus was larger and in the middle of the uterus before inducing labor with oxytocin, otherwise, any remaining tissue could easily become cancerous. My mother is actually quite afraid of dying, so she immediately agreed. Days passed, and the weather got warmer. My mother's belly grew bigger and bigger. At first, she tried to bind her belly with cloth, but the people in the caravan couldn't hide it from her, and they started gossiping. Women would often walk by and smile at my mother, saying, "Oh, you've gained weight!" My mother could only reply, "Yes, I've gained weight again." When she was more than four months pregnant, my mother's breasts were very large, her nipples were erect, and her areolas were bulging. Her waist had also thickened, and her belly was getting bigger and bigger. My mother was already plump, and her skin was fair. In August, when it got really hot, my mother could no longer cover her belly. After hearing so much gossip, my mother made a tough decision and went out one morning without binding her belly. As soon as she stepped out, her bulging belly immediately became the focus of attention. I was a little scared, but my mother pretended not to see it. I thought to myself, Lan-jie is right, women can be quite shameless when they're really determined. At lunchtime, while queuing in the cafeteria, my mom stood there, her belly bulging; she was undeniably pregnant. People in the transportation department love to gossip, and everyone said my mom was definitely carrying an illegitimate child, but no one would ever suspect it was mine. One day in the cafeteria, while my mom was queuing, people passing by would glance at her belly. Someone leaned over a table and shouted, "Red eggs are served!" My mom pretended not to hear. My mom's breasts were very swollen, and she wasn't wearing a bra; it was summer, and she was wearing thin clothes. I saw a man next to me staring at my mom's breasts, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. These days, I've had my fill of the "pregnant woman's taste," and my mom's protruding belly meant I could only use the rear-entry position. I made my mom bend over as much as possible so I could penetrate her deeply; my glans often touched her cervix. A pregnant woman's cervix is closed, like the tip of a nose, making my glans itch. Finally, I reached 24 weeks, and my mom's belly was bulging like a drum. She went to the hospital to schedule her surgery and had some checkups first. I waited outside and heard the doctor say, "The fetus is developing well; it would be a pity to abort." Then they used a megaphone to listen to the fetal heartbeat, and I heard my own baby's heartbeat. After the ultrasound, I saw the appointment slip. It had my mom's name on it, 38 years old, enlarged uterus, 24 weeks pregnant, singleton, right-sided. The surgery started in the afternoon. They used oxytocin, and my mom's breasts were swollen and milk was coming in. The doctor said that after the surgery, she could use medication to stop lactation. I didn't want that. Now my mom is completely my woman, completely obedient to me. When the doctor came back and learned that my mom only wanted the medication and not to stop lactation yet, she was so surprised she almost dropped her glasses. After the doctor left, I put my hand inside my mom's clothes, grasped her breast, and shook it. It was heavy. My mom pushed my hand away, and the nurse saw it and quickly turned her head away. Until the procedure was finished, neither the doctor nor the nurses asked about my relationship with my mother. A month later, I resumed my sexual relationship with her. Often, during intercourse, we would hold each other too tightly, causing milk to be expressed. I would suckle my mother's breasts empty morning and night, but at lunchtime, when I was at the vocational school, her breasts would become swollen like a cow's. She was afraid to sit or touch the table, and milk would overflow as she walked, sometimes wetting her chest. My mother had to secretly go to the bathroom to express the milk. Sometimes other women would see this, and no one would say anything, but there would be gossip when they came out. Several men started to linger around my mother. Two weeks before my father returned, I had my mother use medication to stop lactation. But her breasts had grown considerably. As soon as my father returned, he heard the rumors that my mother had gotten pregnant with an illegitimate child while he was away. One day, he locked himself in the door and argued with my mother, asking what had happened. I heard my mother crying and cursing, saying, "You didn't use a condom those few days, of course it's yours." He had no choice but to quietly ask me if anyone had come to the house. Of course, I said I didn't know. He was even more confused when he heard me say I didn't know. He followed my mom for a few days but found nothing, so he gave up. However, he changed to a shorter route. After holding back for almost a month, I couldn't take it anymore. One day, I bought a bottle of sleeping pills and had my mom put four in his drink; the effect was a bit slow. After drinking, he pulled my mom into the bedroom as usual and told me to sleep. How could I sleep? I peeked through the crack in the door. Unlike usual, this time he didn't use a condom, but he was definitely impotent. He stripped my mom naked, wanting to do it from behind, and told her to stick her butt out. But his penis wasn't fully erect; it was thicker, but it tilted downwards, unlike mine and Xiao Miao's, which were pointed upwards. He first touched my mom's breasts, then rubbed her genitals, trying to get her wet so it would be easier to penetrate, but it didn't get wet for a long time.He was so angry he yelled at my mom, "Your breasts are like balls! You still say you've never been pregnant with a bastard? Did you give birth to one? I'll fuck you to death!" My mom bent over and didn't say a word. But his thing wouldn't work. He rubbed it for a while, then smeared some saliva on his penis and tried to get it to slip on my mom's vulva. But he still couldn't get it in. He spread my mom's buttocks apart with his hands, supported his penis with one hand, aimed, and thrust. Finally, it went in. He started thrusting, but in less than 10 minutes, his body stiffened, and he ejaculated. The drug gradually took effect, and he got tired. He collapsed onto the pillow and fell asleep. After he started snoring, my mom grabbed a nightgown and came out naked, intending to come to my room as I had asked her to. When she saw me standing outside the door, she was startled, her ball-like breasts jiggling in front of her. My penis was already hard. I touched my mom's genitals; they were still wet. I didn't bother letting her wipe them off. I picked her up, took her to my room, threw her on the bed, and pressed myself against her. That was my first time having anal sex, and it felt completely different. My mom's pubic hair was wet, and my glans slid in easily at the vaginal opening. The inside of her vagina was also much slipperier than when we were alone. I held my mom's waist tightly with one hand and used the other to cushion her buttocks, inserting deep inside. After a few thrusts, my glans touched a wet patch. I thrust again, and it was over. The wet patch was pulled away, making the inside even slipperier. I wasn't satisfied, so I pulled my mom's thighs closer to my waist and inserted even deeper. After thrusting for about ten minutes, my mom reacted, biting her lower lip. I held my mom's fleshy waist tightly and increased the speed of my thrusts. My mom started panting. I moved my hands back to my... I lifted her buttocks slightly and thrust in as far as I could, my glans touching her cervix. This time it went even deeper, a little further in. Her cervix, like a small mouth, enveloped the tip of my urethra. I thrust a few times, and my mother made a sound, but she held it in, afraid my father would hear. She gripped the sheets tightly. I knew she was close, so I increased my thrusting. She gasped for breath, suppressing her moans, her buttocks lifting on their own, her body arching. Her breasts swelled, her nipples hard and erect, her areolas bulging. Her vagina began to contract rhythmically, like small hands gripping my penis. Her soft belly pressed against mine. I felt hot all over, sweat beading on my back. I was about to ejaculate. I paused for a moment, remaining deep inside, and played with my mother's breasts and buttocks. My mother relaxed a little, and I started thrusting again, touching her cervix. My mother's body tensed up again. I reached her cervix, strained a few times, held my breath, and thrust forward, ejaculating a large amount of semen into my mother's uterus. After the last spurt came out, I let out a long breath, relaxed my mother, and lay on top of her, panting. My mother also breathed a sigh of relief, her whole body limp, panting beneath me. My penis began to soften inside her vagina. My mother slowed down, her body still trembling slightly, her vagina still contracting rhythmically. I lifted my head from beside my mother's ear. She wiped the sweat from my forehead with her hand. I pulled her close and started kissing her. After a while, her body relaxed further, and her vagina stopped contracting. I turned to my side and pulled my penis out. As the glans emerged from her vagina, she let out a soft moan. I lay down beside her, and we breathed softly. She turned to her side and buried her head in my chest. I held her and patted her bottom. She wriggled playfully. I thought of Xiao Miao again and pinched her bottom. It hurt a little. She looked up and lightly slapped me. I listened for a while, but there was nothing. In another room not far from us, my father was snoring. We lingered for a while longer. Seeing that it was almost one o'clock, I patted my mother's round bottom and told her to go back. She lingered with me for a while longer, then got up, grabbed her pajamas, and quietly went over naked. The next morning, everyone was up. My dad was smoking his morning cigarette in the living room, and my mom was wiping the table. I came out, and when my mom saw me, her face flushed slightly, and she immediately lowered her eyes. I knew it was her first time doing what she did the night before, and she was a little embarrassed to meet me in front of my dad. Actually, I was a little embarrassed too. I left without saying a word to her. A little over a month later, I went to visit Sister Lan and unexpectedly ran into the friend who had taken me to brothels with Sister Lan's fellow villager, Yu Xiaomei. He was married but still liked to brothels. He had returned to work as a driver in the motorcade. He was very happy to see me, and we took off our clothes and the three of us slept together. I usually called him Lao Pao (Old Cannon). He smiled at me and said, "You've hooked up with Sister Lan too." I said, "Sister Yu introduced us. Sister Lan and I have been lovers for a long time." Lao Pao said, "I didn't realize you were such a player." Sister Lan immediately laughed and said, "I've been a player for a long time." Old Pao said, "Even if he's old, he can't beat me. I'm the one who introduced him to Xiao Yu." Then he touched my groin, laughed, and said, "Why aren't you getting any erections? Are you impotent from letting Sister Lan play with you? I'll go first. You haven't tried anal sex before, have you? Let me get you interested, let your little brother get a head hold up." Actually, I'd already tried anal sex with my mom a few times in the past month or so. I didn't say anything, just laughed. Old Pao, being a shrewd man, immediately exclaimed, "Good lad, you've tried it before, you're improving fast!" Sister Lan, who was being pinned down by him, slapped his butt and said, "You don't know, he's already hooked up with a woman, and she's not even a virgin. Before the New Year, he even asked me for tips on how to make her lose her erection." Old Pao, while thrusting into Sister Lan, said, "Great! Since you've already used her for a series of rounds, let me try too. What do women do? Virgins are more interesting." Sister Lan had just said, "We virgins aren't interesting anymore," when Old Pao silenced her with his tongue. Old Pao, panting, rolled off Lan Jie after he'd had his fill of rubbing her. I wasn't feeling particularly aroused and didn't want to move; doing so would cost money, and this woman was definitely into that. Old Pao lit a cigarette and asked me again if I wanted to have a double penetration. Lan Jie, naked and eating an apple, saw I wasn't interested and said, "Old Pao, didn't you do wife-swapping before? Let him play with your wife, you two can switch." Hearing this, I immediately got hard. They both laughed, saying, "Looks like this is what interests him." I half-jokingly agreed with Old Pao that I'd play with his wife in a few days. I knew his wife; she worked at the team's canteen. I hadn't noticed how promiscuous she was, so I didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just a dirty joke from Old Pao. I was currently an intern at the team, and Old Pao was in the lead car. Unexpectedly, a few days later, during a break when the intern team went out for road training, Old Pao came over. He grinned wickedly and said, "Come to my house after you finish driving." He turned and left. Watching his retreating figure, I immediately got hard again. After parking my car, I went to Lao Pao's house. His house was in the building behind mine. Passing the canteen, I saw his wife, Zhang Qin, sitting at the ticket counter, counting tickets without looking up. When I got to Lao Pao's door, I was a little puzzled. What was going on? Lao Pao opened the door. I went inside and sat down, asking him, "What's wrong?" "Didn't you miss my wife?" Lao Pao lit a cigarette. I said, "Are you serious, or just playing with me?" Lao Pao didn't say anything more. We started watching TV. Around 7 pm, Lao Pao's wife came back. As soon as she entered, I was sitting in the living room. She glanced at me, lowered her eyes, put the steamed buns she was carrying on the table, and went into the inner room. Lao Pao followed her in, and came out in a flash, calling me to eat. I noticed he seemed a little excited. I took a steamed bun and asked him, "What are you up to?" Lao Pao didn't answer, looking at me with a half-smile. Seeing his increasingly excited expression, I began to understand. I glanced into the inner room; the light was off, and there was no sound. I glanced at Lao Pao again, and my lower body started to feel something. I ate two steamed buns, and Lao Pao ate one. Neither of us spoke; the only sound in the room was the news broadcast on TV. I paused for a moment, then looked up at Lao Pao. He wasn't looking at me, seemingly lost in thought, but his face was flushed, and his eyes were glazed. His wife, Zhang Qin, was completely silent in the inner room. I pressed the remote, and the TV turned off. The immediate silence in the room made it hard to breathe, and I heard Lao Pao's breathing become a little rapid. I nudged his foot, and he said softly, as if in a daze, "Go." I was a little flustered and said, "She knows." He nodded. I hesitated, then stood up and went to the inner room. The lights weren't on, but I could see Zhang Qin sitting fully clothed on the edge of the bed in the dim light from the living room. I went in, and Lao Pao followed, carrying a glass of water. I saw a blanket had been laid out not far from the bed, and he sat down on it without a word, placing the water beside him. The light in the room was just right. I started to get excited. I walked over to his wife and put my hand on her shoulder. She didn't look up. I said to Lao Pao, "I really used your wife." He gave a mumbled reply. Zhang Qin was average-looking and had an average figure. If my mother's breasts were basketballs, hers were probably barely volleyballs. Although it wasn't the first time I'd slept with a woman in front of others, it was the first time I'd done it in front of her husband's wife, and I knew her—I often saw her in the cafeteria. I put one hand on her shoulder, unsure of what to do. Zhang Qin kept her head down and didn't say a word. After a while, I started to feel something. I glanced at Lao Pao; he was sitting in the shadows, leaning against the wall. I leaned down and hugged his wife, feeling her breathing quicken. I didn't think about anything else and pulled her onto the bed. I put my hand inside her clothes and started touching her. She was thinner than my mother, but still quite fleshy. I fumbled for her bra and started kneading her breasts. They were smaller than my mother's, but..."It's about right," I said, rubbing her head. Zhang Qin groaned and pressed her legs together. Lao Pao sat there motionless, but I ignored him and pressed down on Zhang Qin, kissing her face. Zhang Qin didn't move much, just passively letting me do as I pleased, which gave me a kind of pleasure. I became truly excited, lowered my head and took her tongue into my mouth, one hand around her waist, the other inside her pants. Her pubic hair was quite thick, similar to my mother's, but her labia weren't as thick. Parting her labia, I felt her clitoris, slightly smaller than my mother's. I gently pinched it, and Zhang Qin let out a moan, her thighs clamping together, her body arching. I used my legs to separate her legs and continued to play with her clitoris with my fingers. She started to get wet, her body twisting. I held her tongue tightly in my mouth, and she mumbled incoherently, her hands involuntarily pushing against my hand, her buttocks twisting as she tried to dodge. I thought it was about time, so I pushed down and pulled her pants off. Lao Pao made a babbling sound again. I quickly stripped off my clothes and pressed myself against Zhang Qin. My weight excited her even more. I spread her legs, pressing my penis against her labia, which were wet and slippery, even faster than my mother's. I didn't rush to penetrate her, rubbing my penis up and down against her labia, making her even wetter. I started to unbutton her top, removing her already unhooked bra, and nuzzled her breasts with my mouth. Her soft breasts and erect nipples rubbed against my face. I took one of her nipples into my mouth, licking it for a while and gently biting it a few times. Zhang Qin began to moan. I spread her legs wider and began to search for her vaginal opening with the head of my penis. Zhang Qin's moans grew louder, and my penis slid in halfway. Zhang Qin let out a soft moan and bent her legs. I thrust forward, penetrating deeply and began to pump. As our movements became faster, Zhang Qin's breathing became more rapid, and Lao Pao began to writhe, breathing heavily as he started to take off his clothes one by one. I thrust hard a few times deep into Zhang Qin's vagina, and she groaned uncontrollably, her head thrashing from side to side. Lao Pao was already naked, lying on the blanket, his penis fully erect. I lost control too, gripping Zhang Qin's waist tightly and thrusting forcefully into her. Zhang Qin shook her head frantically, crying out "Ah, ah!", her hands tightly gripping my neck. My buttocks twitched violently; I couldn't control myself. I took a deep breath and forcefully pushed my penis to its deepest point. My scrotum and buttocks tightened, and a large gush of hot fluid gushed out from my urethra. Zhang Qin felt the heat deep within her body, cried out "Ah!", her body tensed, and she clung to my neck, refusing to let go. After the semen gushed out, I exhaled, my whole body relaxing, panting heavily. Zhang Qin also breathed heavily and slowly relaxed. I noticed that her vagina didn't contract like my mother's. Old Pao let out a low groan, stopped looking at us, lay back, and began to rapidly stroke his penis with one hand, his eyes closed, mouth half-open, head tilted back. My penis slowly went limp inside Zhang Qin's vagina. I rolled over and pulled it out. Zhang Qin lay there motionless, limp. I breathed softly, lying on my side watching Old Pao. Old Pao didn't look at anything, just rapidly stroked his penis, then rubbed his scrotum with his other hand. After a while, Old Pao suddenly groaned, his body contracting forcefully, arching upwards like a gold ingot. His hand stroked his penis a few more times, then suddenly stopped. A large gush of semen gushed from his urethra, shooting out several times. Old Pao let out a long breath, released his penis, and collapsed to the ground. His slanted penis slowly went limp, lying on his groin, the large puddle of semen on his lower abdomen flowing down his stomach onto the blanket. After a while, he slowly turned to his side, picked up his cup, took a few sips of water, and then lay down and fell asleep. Zhang Qin didn't move either. I lay down on my back next to her and soon fell asleep. When I woke up, it was almost 11 o'clock, and they were no longer in the bedroom. I went to the living room and saw Lao Pao sitting there watching TV, while his wife was lying on the sofa, swinging her legs and eating sunflower seeds. Lao Pao saw me come out and invited me to sit down, while Zhang Qin didn't say anything and just kept eating her sunflower seeds. Lao Pao put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Brother, how's my wife?" I smiled and said, "Not bad." We both laughed. After a while, Lao Pao said, "I've already let you play with my wife, we're like brothers, when are you going to let me have a taste of your woman?" Zhang Qin laughed heartily beside him. Lao Pao saw that I hesitated a bit, so he didn't say anything more and continued watching TV. After a while, Zhang Qin suddenly turned around and said, "Whose child is your mother carrying?" I was stunned, not expecting her to ask that. I said, "What bastard? I don't know anything about that." Before I could finish speaking, the couple burst into laughter. Old Pao had only recently returned and hadn't witnessed the events firsthand, only heard about them. Zhang Qin said, "I see your mother in the cafeteria every day. Her belly is getting bigger every day. Who could she possibly hide it from?" I said, "It seems she told people it was my dad who got pregnant those days." Zhang Qin laughed even harder, saying, "Looking at that belly, she's probably five or six months along. Does she think we're idiots?" Old Pao immediately perked up, pestering me to tell him who had been to my house. I hesitated for a while, saying it was too late and I wanted to leave. Seeing that I was about to leave, Old Pao looked disappointed. At this moment, Zhang Qin, who had been silent until now, suddenly said quietly, "Could it be yours?" I'm actually not good at lying, especially when asked so bluntly like this woman. I immediately paused for a moment, then laughed. Old Pao's eyes widened instantly, and Zhang Qin stopped eating her sunflower seeds and sat up straight on the sofa. I nodded. The couple were stunned for a moment, then Old Pao's face turned red with excitement, and he gasped for breath, while Zhang Qin burst into loud laughter. Old Pao was so anxious he was almost stuttering, begging me to agree to let him and my mom have sex once, while Zhang Qin was frantically urging him on. It was almost 1 a.m., and I was so tired after using so much energy on Zhang Qin earlier, I finally said, "Okay, okay." Old Pao was so excited he almost knelt down, while Zhang Qin jumped on top of me with a burst of energy, rubbing against me and murmuring, "A man, a real man." When I got home, I heard my dad snoring from the bedroom. Lying in bed, I remembered how Xiao Miao used to ride on my mom, and now it was Old Pao instead. I gradually got excited again. The next morning, I got up. He was gone. My mom was wiping the table. I looked at her from behind for a while, thought of Old Pao, and got excited again, hugging her from behind. My mom said, "What's wrong? Aren't you going to school? I have to go to work." I didn't say anything and started moving. When I carried her to my bed, she struggled to call in sick on her phone, and then I pinned her down, unable to speak. Afterwards, my mother got up, wiping herself with tissue while taking out the birth control pills. Since my father returned from Xiamen, the rumors circulating—my mother's swollen breasts and her still-present belly and waist—had convinced him he'd been cuckolded, but he felt helpless, perhaps because he felt it was too much of a loss. He stopped using condoms, and it was no longer a secret that my mother was taking the pills. I stared at my mother's naked, fleshy body, still unable to say anything. I decided to wait for another opportunity. These past few days, Lao Pao had been like a wound-up toy, incredibly attentive to me. Several times when he saw my mother in the yard, he was like a dog seeing meat, his mouth practically watering, his eyes following her until she disappeared from sight, then he seemed to snap out of his daze, swallowing hard and reluctantly looking away. When my mother was getting food at the cafeteria, Zhang Qin sat at the window, seemingly oblivious to everything, handing out tickets with a bored expression. She did the same when she saw me, as if nothing had happened that day. Good heavens, this is the second time a woman has surprised me since my mother got pregnant. Old Pao is clinging to me like a dog begging for food. I really don't know what to do. I'm worried that if I let him sleep with me, he'll tell Sister Lan, and then I won't be able to control myself. That afternoon, road training finally ended, and I had nowhere to go, so I walked around until I reached Old Pao's house. He didn't come to work today, so he should be home. I saw him squatting at the door from afar. I went over and tapped him, and he looked up. I smiled at him and said, "What are you doing, squatting here, letting your wife rest inside?" He smiled but didn't say anything. I said, "Come inside," but he didn't move. He lit a cigarette and said, "It'll be a while." My heart skipped a beat, and I asked him what was wrong. He paused for a moment, looked around, stood up, and whispered in my ear, "The captain's inside." I was shocked, and suddenly understood why he was driving for the team. Old Pao said, "What's so special about that? The captain has slept with every woman in the team. We used to think it was the captain who got your mother pregnant. When are you going to let me sleep with your mother? I'm going crazy!" Just then, the door opened, and the captain came out. He saw me outside, paused for a moment, then walked away nonchalantly, not even glancing at Lao Pao. I didn't go in; Zhang Qin was probably collapsed inside right now. Lao Pao stared intently as I walked away, and I felt a sense of unease. Two days later, Lao Pao suddenly came to find me, a wicked grin on his face, and said, "The captain's treating you to dinner." I immediately understood everything. When we arrived at Tiandi Chun Restaurant in front of the motorcade, the captain was sitting in a private room. I sat down next to him without saying a word, listening to Lao Pao and the captain chatting and laughing. I just ate, waiting for him to speak. I knew my mother was definitely not going to escape this time, but I also wanted to get something out of her. Sure enough, after a while, the captain turned around, put his arm around my shoulder, and said bluntly, "You've got guts. I've been wanting your mother, Accountant Xu, for more than just a day or two. Give me my wish." I didn't move, smiled, and said, "Let me be the dispatcher." The captain immediately...He burst out laughing, patted my shoulder, and turned to the old man, saying, "You've got guts, you've got guts! Okay, one sentence: you can be a dispatch assistant first, easy and well-paid, how about it?" Before leaving, I told the team leader, "My dad's driving short-haul routes now, I haven't had a proper break in months." The team leader nodded with a half-smile and said, "He'll be driving long-haul routes tomorrow." That evening, my dad came home and immediately berated the team leader for being heartless. I knew what was going on. I glanced at my mom; she looked pleased. The next day at noon, my dad set off. In the afternoon, I was watching TV when my mom came home from get off work, carrying a lot of cooked food. She sat down next to me as soon as she put it down, clinging to me like a couple separated for a short time. That night, after we were done, my mom took her medicine and went to sleep. I watched her sleeping soundly beside me, but I couldn't sleep; I still didn't know how to start a conversation. Two days later, I went to the dispatch office. The dispatcher looked at me and said, "I heard you're coming to the dispatch office, you're lucky!" I smiled. Just then, a big, fat man came in, slumped into a chair like a walrus lying on a beach. I recognized him immediately—it was the team leader. After the dispatcher left, the team leader tilted his head and said to me, "Busy these past few days, huh? I've been quite free." I laughed and said, "Let the team leader be busy tomorrow too." He immediately perked up, patted me on the shoulder, and left. Today was Saturday, the day the team leader was coming over. According to Lao Pao, it was for the team leader to open the door for my mother. The night before, I had Zhang Qin come over. My mother was surprised to see her, wondering what was going on. After dinner, Zhang Qin cheerfully pulled my mother into my room. I listened; it seemed quiet inside, but I knew Zhang Qin and my mother were talking. Only ten minutes later, I heard Zhang Qin laughing hysterically inside. The door opened, Zhang Qin came out, smiled at me, and said, "Tomorrow we'll have your mother's wedding candy!" Then she turned and left. After she left, I went into my room. My mother was sitting on the edge of the bed, her head bowed, her face pale. She looked up at me, and I smiled and said, "It's nothing, just playing around." My mom said, "They don't know any better. What if things get out of hand?" I said, "We just take turns playing. Who would say anything? The team leader said you'll understand once you've had your fun. There are plenty of people playing." My mom retorted fiercely, "You're all inhuman, and you're even less human! I'm pregnant with your child, and you still let people bully me!" Although my mom was reluctant, she had no other choice. I think things are much simpler when women communicate. My mom was very distracted in the morning, and so was I. I felt a little regretful and worried, but I didn't want it to end. This conflicting feeling persisted. Around two o'clock, my mom became even more restless. Before two o'clock, the doorbell rang, and my mom's face immediately turned pale. She sat motionless on the sofa. When I opened the door, Zhang Qin and the team leader came in. Zhang Qin started laughing and talking loudly as soon as she entered, and then pulled my mom into my room. The captain sat down, smoking and talking to me. My mind was a bit muddled, and I didn't quite catch what he was saying, but I did see that his pants were bulging. After a while, Zhang Qin came out and said to the captain, "Hurry up, they're waiting. Don't be too naughty." As she spoke, she sat on my lap. I watched the captain go inside, and then I heard a loud thud from my bed. My heart skipped a beat; I figured he must have sat down next to my mother. I was only focused on the sounds inside and didn't pay much attention to Zhang Qin. Seeing that I didn't move, Zhang Qin smiled, as if she had expected it, and lay down next to me, staring at the ceiling. I heard the captain talking to my mother, followed by the sound of clothes rubbing together, and my mother gently pushing him away. I stood up and peeked out. The captain was smirking, one arm around my mother's shoulder, the other hand inside her clothes, groping around. My mother's face was flushed, and she frantically grabbed the hand the captain had slipped inside. The captain turned to look at me, smiled, then turned back to hug my mother tightly, kissing her haphazardly on the face, his hand inside hers moving more vigorously. My mother struggled softly, trying to push his hand away. The captain, panting, turned back to me and said, "Your mother's got some meat on her bones. I've been eyeing your mother for a while now." My mother looked up at me, her eyes filled with fear. I pulled back, and then I heard the bed creak heavily. I looked again and saw the captain had pushed my mother down onto the bed. At that moment, Zhang Qin pulled me from behind, laughing, and said, "What are you looking at? Don't interfere with his performance." The captain heard this and immediately intensified his efforts, grabbing both of my mother's hands together with one hand and lifting them above her head. My mother cried out in pain, and the captain said, "Be good, and it won't hurt." With his other hand, he tore open my mother's shirt. I turned around and sat on the sofa. Zhang Qin leaned on my shoulder, laughing and whispering, "What's wrong? Feeling sorry for her?" I smiled and said, "What's wrong?" Zhang Qin grabbed my penis and laughed lewdly, saying, "Don't you feel bad? Why is your penis so soft?" Then she shouted loudly inside, "Be gentle! It hurts!" The captain laughed loudly from inside, and the sounds of the bed became even louder. After a while, I pushed Zhang Qin away and stood up to look inside. My mother's top had been pulled open, her bra was hanging there, and her breasts were exposed. The captain's one hand was still tightly gripping both of my mother's hands, while his other hand was groping her upper body. His mouth was tightly covering my mother's mouth, pressing her deeply into the pillow, with only a few strands of disheveled hair sticking out. After groping for a while, the captain's hand slid down into my mother's pants. My mother immediately let out a muffled cry and lifted her thighs together. The captain turned around and saw me looking, panting, and said, "Your mother is quite strong." After saying that, he pulled down, and my mother's pants were pulled down halfway. At this moment, Zhang Qin appeared from behind, grabbed my mother's two pant legs and pulled again, and my mother's pants were pulled off. Zhang Qin immediately burst into laughter. By then, my mother was already naked. The team leader released my mother, and while undressing himself, he said to Zhang Qin, "Accountant Xu is much stronger than you." Zhang Qin covered her mouth and giggled. My mother, naked, curled up in a ball, not looking at anyone, her hair disheveled, her arms tightly wrapped around her chest. The team leader took off his clothes, his large belly protruding, his penis thick and erect. He asked me, "Is mine bigger or yours?" I said, "Of course, the team leader's is bigger." The team leader laughed loudly and asked, "Have you seen your father's? Whose is the biggest?" I laughed, and Zhang Qin excitedly shouted, "Of course, the team leader's is the biggest!" The team leader patted Zhang Qin's head and said, "Come here and suck it." Zhang Qin knelt down and sucked on the glans. After sucking for a while, the team leader looked at my mother, who was naked on the bed, pushed Zhang Qin away, climbed onto the bed, pulled my mother over, and pinned her down. Zhang Qin watched excitedly as the team leader pressed his buttocks down and inserted his penis into my mother's vagina, hugging me and saying, "Let's do it." My penis was still soft, and Zhang Qin's touch immediately dampened her enthusiasm. The captain started thrusting vigorously, and Zhang Qin, watching, said to me, "Your mom's really fleshy, her breasts are all round." Without turning around, the captain shouted, "Stop opening your mouth!" Zhang Qin immediately fell silent, just staring. The captain thrust in and out, and my mom's head bobbed up and down in rhythm. After a while, the captain rubbed my mom's breasts with his hand, pinched her nipple with three fingers and pulled it upwards, muttering, "Fat, really fat." My mom's face started to turn red because we were all watching. She closed her eyes awkwardly, but her breathing became rapid. I knew she was starting to feel it. After a while more thrusting, my mom started to moan. Hearing this, the captain immediately increased his effort. My mom's hands started gripping the sheets. I knew it was almost over. At this moment, the captain gasped and cried out, "Oh, oh, it's shrinking, it's shrinking!" The contractions of my mother's vagina excited the captain to the extreme; the veins on his forehead bulged, and large beads of sweat appeared on his back. Suddenly, the captain thrust forcefully a few times, holding my mother tightly, pressing his penis deep inside her. He let out a groan, his body stiffened, and he stopped moving. I looked down; the captain's penis was fully inserted into my mother's vagina, his scrotum throbbing rhythmically. I knew he was ejaculating inside her. After ejaculating, the captain let out a long breath, then thrust into my mother for a while longer before releasing her, turning over, and pulling his penis out. My mother, after being released, covered her face and turned to the other side. The captain panted for a moment, patted my mother's buttocks, and said, "That was amazing." Then he laughed at Zhang Qin, saying, "More flavorful than you, you can contract it." He turned my mother around and waved for Zhang Qin and me to leave. I knew he wanted to savor it a little longer. Zhang Qin and I sat on the sofa outside. Zhang Qin asked me, "Where can your mother contract?" I nodded. The bed inside creaked intermittently. The team leader seemed to have talked to my mom quite a bit; from the sounds, my mom gradually relaxed. I didn't want to do anything, so Zhang Qin lay on top of me, and we turned on the TV. The team leader and my mom stayed inside until almost 6 PM before getting up. The team leader came out wearing one of my mom's undergarments. Zhang Qin giggled, "Congratulations, congratulations, the groom is out!" The team leader laughed and told Zhang Qin to go out and buy groceries. Zhang Qin went out. The team leader wasn't wearing much, just one of my mom's undergarments, and sat opposite me, calling for my mom to come out. My mom came out wearing the undergarment, and the team leader shouted, "I told you to come out naked! What are you wearing? Take it off!" My mom immediately took off her clothes and sat naked in the team leader's lap. He hugged my mom and chatted with me casually. Seeing my mom naked and obediently nestled in his arms like a rabbit, I felt a bit uncomfortable. The team leader casually patted my mom's body and said to me, "Your mom usually wears..."It's really tight, but I got the hang of it today, it felt amazing. He squeezed my mom's breasts again and said, "You little rascal, you've made your mom's breasts so big, you've really had your fun. Almost six months along, is it a boy or a girl?" I said, "It's a boy." The captain nodded, "Good job, good job. If my son had your skills, I'd let him sleep with his mom." Zhang Qin came back, bringing a lot of groceries, saying it was for the captain's wedding. While eating, the captain hugged my mom and said, "Give me one too," and my mom immediately smiled. After dinner, the captain carried my mom into my parents' bedroom. Zhang Qin and I slept in my room. Hearing the sounds starting again over there, I got aroused and had sex with Zhang Qin. The next morning, the captain and my mom waited for Lao Pao to knock on the door before getting up. The two were already so clingy, they looked like a married couple. I let go of Zhang Qin, got up, and went to open the door to let Lao Pao in. Old Pao heard my mom and the captain getting up inside and said, "The captain's an expert at opening doors, now your mom's allowed to open the door too." Just then, the captain came out, and Old Pao immediately rushed over, saying, "Congratulations! The captain opened the door! When can I come in?" The captain gave a dismissive look, "I'll play for a couple of days, then you can talk to me." Old Pao chuckled and went into my room to find his wife. They didn't leave until no

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