[My Mother Married Me, Part 1] Author: OWL

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My Mother Married for Me, Part 1

Author: owl

1.

There are many unfortunate people in the world. Sometimes we feel that those tragic things are far away from us, as if we
live in a safe environment undisturbed by the outside world. But in fact, the turning point of fate always comes
silently and unbearably.

When I was 15 years old, my father was diagnosed with ALS. At first, his knees would tremble, which we thought was just due to
overwork and lack of minerals. We never expected it to be such a terminal illness.

My father came from a prominent family. His great-grandfather's group had already established a strong presence in the industry. With
my grandfather semi-retired, most of the operations were handled by my uncle and father.

And my father, who was known for his shrewdness and competence in the company, was diagnosed with this terminal illness. This blow was huge to everyone.

Although my father was eventually sent to Japan for treatment, he still died of respiratory failure six months later. He was
only 37 years old. Because of my father's death, the whole family was shrouded in sorrow and grief.

My mother was the first to bear the brunt.

My father and mother met when my father was a senior in college.

One day, my father was driving past a girls' school when he spotted a girl waiting for the bus with her classmates
.

The girl had large, bright eyes set in her center-parted hair, radiating charm .
Her delicate nose and thin, pink lips gave her a smile even when she wasn't smiling. Her fair skin was even more beautiful in the sunset
. Her uniform couldn't hide her mature and voluptuous figure, and her long, slender, white legs were partially concealed by
the skirt, adding to the girl's pure yet alluring sexiness.

My father was stunned, and not only him, but almost every male within a 10-meter radius
was dumbfounded.

The girl seemed used to these undisguised, invasive gazes, and continued chatting and laughing with her female
classmate .

Back home, the father used every method to investigate the girl's background. Several days later, several photocopies
were handed to him.

Two full-color copies contained the information of his long-awaited dream girl.

"Li Xiaotong…October 13th…174 cm…"

The information also included the girl's parents' occupations, even her family background and address.

Afterward, the father launched a vigorous pursuit of Li Xiaotong, starting with strangers, then people he recognized,
then ordinary people he chatted with, then friends, then close friends…

But getting to the point of being boyfriend and girlfriend was a real struggle for him, because he
was and about 5 cm shorter than the girl. My father, who was about 6 centimeters tall, only had two advantages
: his unwavering sincerity and the substantial wealth behind him.

However, many of the men pursuing Lin Xiaotong were also wealthy and handsome young men.

In the end, though, my father overcame numerous challenges and won the heart of this beauty.

This beauty was my mother, the second daughter-in-law of the Yi Quan Group.

After officially starting their relationship, the two were naturally inseparable. My mother's beautiful face and alluring
body constantly tested my father's willpower, and so, one night, at a certain time, I was... well, you know.

My father was overjoyed to learn that my mother was pregnant and immediately decided to marry her.

However, my grandmother vehemently opposed her son marrying a woman from a completely different family background.

Furthermore, a light brown birthmark on my mother's left eyebrow, considered unlucky for her husband, made her even more opposed.

In the end, my father had to use me as a bargaining chip. Although my grandmother was still unwilling, even saying I
was some unknown bastard and that my father shouldn't be deceived,

the situation eventually escalated until my grandfather intervened and allowed my mother to marry him.

Thus, my mother successfully married my father, and I was born.

That year, my mother was 16 and my father was 23.

Schools didn't offer maternity leave back then, so my mother never returned to school after taking a leave of absence to be pregnant with me.

Because of my grandmother, my mother's life in her husband's family was difficult; she was constantly bullied by her grandmother
. The only people who stood by her were my father, grandfather, and eldest uncle.

My grandfather passed away when I was three, and my father when I was 13. My grandmother insisted that
my mother had brought death to her husband and son. Without her two main supporters, my mother was immediately kicked out by my grandmother.
Although my eldest uncle was unwilling, he basically obeyed my mother's every command. It's no wonder that the family business was handed over to
my father .

As the only grandson of the Chen family, I finally gained guardianship after my mother's persistent struggle.

But the condition was that I could still have the same material life as I did at my grandmother's house; otherwise, the court would overturn the decision and
award guardianship to my grandmother's side.

This was my mother's greatest effort, and my grandmother simply didn't believe that my mother, a woman,
could maintain the same living conditions as I did at her house.

After I went with my mother, I changed my surname to hers, thus becoming Lin Minghao

2. …

"Beep—"

"Bang!!!!!"

A sudden screech of brakes was the last sound I heard. When I woke up again, I was
in the hospital.

I moved my neck from side to side; some abrasions on my face still stung. Out of the corner of my eye , I
saw someone seemingly lying beside my bed.

I turned on the bedside lamp and was shocked to find my mother lying beside the bed, her face streaked with tears, asleep with her eyes closed.

I don't know how many days I had been unconscious.

...

After being kicked out of the Chen family, my mother had a huge falling out with her family because she insisted on marrying my father. With no
high she couldn't find a job to support us. In the end
, she was able to find a suitable job with the help of acquaintances in my father's business.

This man was also the owner of a company, about 50 years old, with a fat, oily face covered in
messy spots. He was short and obese, with a shiny bald head. His smile was lewd. My mother called
him Uncle Feng, while I called him Uncle Feng. I secretly called him Old Turtle Head. My mother finally
got an accounting job with his help, and it was also under his special care that my mother, though officially an accountant,
actually received a supervisor's salary.

My mother was sincerely grateful to him because without him, she would have faced the fate of having her guardianship changed to my grandmother . To be
honest, I didn't like him. Besides his penchant for making silly jokes, he always
stared at my mother, looking her up and down, with a scheming look on his face.

One time, I happened to be in school for only half a day, so I went to my mom's company during my lunch break. She needed to get some documents for my husband
, but she accidentally twisted her right heel, scattering the documents all over the floor. My husband and I quickly helped her
pick them up. Because of her height, her tight skirt inevitably rode up to her thighs when she squatted down. Since she was picking up
the documents, she couldn't cover herself with her hands, and her 108cm long legs were completely exposed,
along with her crotch, which was also completely exposed to my husband squatting opposite her. Her flesh-colored stockings bulged at the crotch,
revealing white lace panties underneath. The tight skirt, covering her thighs, made the dim light even more
alluring, and her breasts, due to her forward-leaning posture, stretched her already well-fitting suit even tighter
, making her two large breasts seem like they might burst out of her shirt at any moment.

I felt like I was going to have a nosebleed; I never imagined my mom, who always wore loose loungewear, had such a
great figure.

The old man looked her up and down, inside and out, thoroughly enjoying himself. He unconsciously swallowed, and Mom
noticed, blushing slightly. She quickly pressed down on her skirt with her left hand and hurriedly picked up the documents with her right, handing them to him.

"Xiaotong, you tripped just now, did you twist your ankle?" the old man asked, feigning panic. "Would you like to
come into my office? I'll rub it for you." He tried to pull Mom into his office, but as she hesitated,
I couldn't stand his lecherous look any longer and said, "Mom, let me check your foot." I gestured for her
to sit in his office chair. The old man glanced at me only once before returning to his office.

I felt secretly pleased with myself. I squatted down and straightened my mother's legs, preparing to take off her high heels. I
looked up and asked, "Mom, which foot?"

"Oh, Hao Hao, Mom's fine. Get up quickly, it looks bad squatting like that," Mom said with a smile. "No,
what if you twist it? Let me massage it for you first." As I spoke, I gently held my mother's feet. The smooth
touch of the stockings stirred my heart. I couldn't help but look up from her ankles. Her seemingly boneless calves formed
a beautiful, shallow arc, radiating an alluring glow under the stockings.
There was also a faint fragrance near the back of her knees. I couldn't help but sniff quietly. Further up were her thighs covered by a tight skirt.
The hem of the skirt clung tightly to my mother's slender thighs, and the interplay of light and shadow between her legs created a
dark space . How I wanted to...

As I thought about it… my lower body was already as hard as iron…

I quickly composed myself and said to my mother, “If you hadn’t told me, I would have rubbed both of your feet, wouldn’t you be
worried about troubling ?”

“What are you talking about! You’re so unwilling to be a dutiful son for once?” My mother tapped my head and laughed
, “My right foot.”

Although my mother and I are mother and son, she is only 33 years old this year, and with her natural beauty,
she looks only 5 or 6 years older than me. When we walk on the street, we are often mistaken for siblings rather than mother and son.
So, my relationship with my mother is more like that of an older sister and younger brother than a mother and son.

I gently put down my mother’s left foot, sat down on the ground, lifted her right foot, untied
the silver buckle on her black strappy high heel, and then took the entire high heel off her foot. A leather scent mixed with a faint
perfume wafted into my nostrils, making my heart flutter.

"Mom, why do your feet smell so good?" I inhaled the delicate fragrance, feigning cuteness as I asked, "
Because Mom is wearing perfume." Mom smiled and said, "Why do you need perfume for your feet?" I swallowed,
feigning innocence as I asked, "Because some bosses require you to take off your shoes in their offices, so wearing perfume is polite."
As explained, she watched me sitting upright, examining her right foot intently, and couldn't help but chuckle. "I say
, Dr. Lin, is it proper to treat illnesses by looking at them? If you can't cure it, don't ruin my foot!"

"Nonsense, of course I need to see the symptoms first before prescribing the right medicine! Hmm..." I pretended to ponder for a moment,
taking a few more breaths of Mom's foot fragrance. "It must be a sprain, I'll treat it for you right away."

I held Mom's ankle with my right hand, and gently rotated my left palm on the sole of her foot. The texture of the stockings was
smooth and , it was so satisfying. Looking at the beautiful foot in my hands, five slender, white toes nestled together in
flesh-colored stockings, the shape of both the toes and nails was breathtaking.

Several times I'd accidentally scratched the soles of my mother's feet, making her giggle. When she laughed, her foot
would arch, and watching her toes sway with each arch, I suddenly felt an urge to
grab her beautiful foot and lick it greedily, soaking the slightly darker section of the stocking with my saliva
.

As I caressed her foot, listening to her playful teasing, what was originally
a simple act of filial piety seemed to have taken on a different meaning in my eyes.

My mother's foot was like a small boat laden with seventeen years of accumulated desire, about to burst forth.

"Mom, does this hurt?" But of course, I couldn't let her know my strange expression. I hadn't lost
my mind ; I still knew what I was doing.

"Hmm...no."

"How about this?" I slightly bent Mom's leg to the left. Mom immediately recoiled as if she'd been electrocuted
, groaning. Because she pulled so hard, her toes slid past my chin and nose. Although it felt good later,
I still flinched at the time.

But my slight bend made Mom frown, her eyes flashing with pain, her lips pressed tightly together.

Mom had indeed sprained her ankle.

At that moment, looking at Mom's bitter expression, I had a...

urge to tease Mom...

"Haohao, I'm sorry, I accidentally kicked you." Ignoring the pain in her foot, Mom immediately knelt
down . "Does it hurt?"

Her worried face made me feel a little guilty.

Mom really believed in her son, that he was still a pure and innocent little angel. I never imagined I had raised
such a big inner demon.

3.

After lunch break, Mom went back to work, while I returned home, my lust almost bursting forth.

Back home, I lingered like a thief outside Mom's room.

It was midday, the sun still high in the sky, making me, someone with a guilty conscience, a little hesitant.

But, emboldened by lust, I quietly entered Mom's room and opened her wardrobe, searching for
what I needed.

The wardrobe was full of Mom's shirts, vests, and skirts, as well as her usual casual clothes and several

suit jackets. The scent of her teddy bear made my heart flutter. I started rummaging through the drawers, pulling one open.
Inside, neatly folded, were Mom's bras and panties, a dazzling array of colors, seemingly radiating a lewd
glow. My hands trembled as I picked up a dark purple bra. Lace patterns adorned the front. I
unfolded it to examine it—wow! What a huge cup size…

I checked the size: 36E. Based on my experience watching porn, an E was already quite a large size.

When my mother gave birth to me, my grandmother insisted on hiring a wet nurse to
breastfeed me.

The thought of missing out on those large breasts filled me with regret.

Lost in thought, I began to knead the cotton bra cups, while simultaneously picking up a pair of light green silk lace
panties and sniffing them. My lower body instantly became aroused.

After a few moments of caressing myself, I went to my mother's shoe cabinet to find the treasure I had been longing for.

I opened the cabinet; it was filled with my mother's numerous shoes—high heels, high-heeled
sandals , several pairs of canvas shoes and casual shoes. I took a deep breath; the smell of leather made me shudder.

I opened the two drawers on top of the shoe cabinet. The first drawer was filled to the brim with
stockings , and the second was a row of unopened stockings.

My mother's stockings were mostly black and flesh-colored, some so light they were almost see-through, others shimmering
semi- , some completely opaque velvet tights for warmth, and still others opaque but smooth
black tights.

Each pair was neatly folded into long strips, their crystalline sheen dazzling me. I
trembled slightly, picked up a semi-transparent flesh-colored tights, and felt their cool, smooth texture, almost weightless
. Remembering that these were the stockings that covered my mother's beautiful legs every day, I buried my face in the crumpled
stockings, inhaling deeply the crotch area, as if the scent of my mother's genitals still lingered there. But even if it did,
it was probably masked by the fragrance of my mother's perfume and the scent of my teddy bear.

I rubbed my face against my mother's stockings and sucked on the stockinged toes. My penis,
already I pulled it out and rubbed it against my mother's stockings.
A tingling sensation immediately rose from my waist to my spine. I imagined massaging my mother's feet, the
soft, warm touch of her stockinged feet, and my mind conjured up images of her beautiful face, her large breasts hidden under her shirt, her legs
squeezed up to her waist in her tight skirt, the alluring glimpse of her crotch, the mysterious area radiating an irresistible aura, the smooth inner thighs
…

Before long, I ejaculated all my longing for my mother's beautiful body and my first-ever frenzied fascination with stockings onto
her flesh-colored stockings.

Perhaps it was the pent-up wicked thoughts about my mother that caused this ejaculation to be quite a large gush. Although it was covered by the stockings,
there was still a small puddle of leaked fluid on the floor.

I sat on the floor, feeling incredibly satisfied, my mind blank. After resting for a moment, I quickly cleaned up the mess, wiped the floor
dry, and put my underwear back in its place.

Seeing my mother's stockings smeared with my semen, I felt a strange mix of guilt and a
thrilling sense of criminal satisfaction.

After a moment's thought, I wrapped it in toilet paper and threw it in the bathroom trash can.

From childhood, although I didn't treat my mother with the same respect others showed their mothers, she
always treated me like a friend, never imposing authority or pressure, only consistently showing care and pampering.

After being kicked out of the Chen family, my mother, barely able to take care of herself, still struggled to fight for custody of me with my grandmother.
The lawsuit nearly exhausted her savings; otherwise, with my father's inheritance, she could have lived a comfortable life for the rest of
her days. But for me, she was willing to sacrifice everything.

Since my father's death, men have frequently appeared around my mother offering to "take care of her for the rest of her life
." I've never liked these men, and my mother has always refused, citing her lingering feelings for my father and her desire for her son.

Needless to say, I love my mother. Everything she's done for me, her maternal love and care, makes me cherish this mother-son bond from the
bottom of my heart .

But ever since I first saw and touched my mother's beautiful body this afternoon, my feelings for her seem to have gone
beyond just mother-son affection.

In my eyes, my mother has become a woman who drives me crazy, who makes me obsessed…

4.

Around 7 p.m., just as I was wondering why my mother hadn't come home yet and was feeling restless, I heard the sound of a key
turning . I immediately jumped up from the sofa and ran to the front door. My mother pushed the door open, and when I
saw her, my heart was filled with a mix of indescribable emotions. I stood in the entryway, not knowing what to say. "Haohao, what's wrong? Why are you standing at the door in a daze?" Mom said with a smile,

bending her right leg as she took off her shoes in the entryway . 　　My mother's elegant posture and her long, slender legs in stockings made me feel a surge of heat. 　　Just as I was staring at my mother's beautiful legs in a daze, Old Gryphon walked in from outside. 　　Damn! What's this guy doing here! "Hey, Hao Hao, hello ! 　　" Old Turtle Head said with a fake smile. I frowned and didn't say a word. 　　"How can you be so rude? Greet him!" Mom quickly said, and squatted down to put the high heels into the shoe cabinet.

"It's alright...it's alright," the old man chuckled sheepishly, his eyes glued to Mom's pert bottom.

Did he think I was dead?

"Luckily, Uncle Feng brought your mom back, otherwise, walking this whole way would have been a real hardship for her legs,"

Mom said, hobbling towards the living room. "I can't cook today, so Uncle Feng brought you your favorite
shumai. Wash your hands and eat

." Damn, he really knows how to fawn over me.

Mom plated the shumai and brought them out. "You guys eat first, I'm going to put on some medicine."

You guys? Shouldn't this old man get lost? But the mention of medicine instantly perked me up, and I immediately volunteered
, "Mom, I'll help you."

Mom tapped my head and laughed, "Little rascal, why are you being so attentive? Eat up,
it won't .

" "No...Mom...I..."

"Uncle Feng, please help yourself," Mom ignored me and went into her room to put on the medicine.

Only Old Turtle and I were left at the table. I chewed listlessly, completely ignoring Old Turtle.

Old Turtle looked around our house, his ugly mouth grinning, chatting with me as if
it were his own home. His smugness made me want to punch him in the face.

A little while later, Mom came back limping. Before she even sat down, she grabbed a shumai and stuffed it into her mouth, laughing and saying
, "Mmm, so delicious! Hao Hao, did you chat with Uncle Feng?"

I loved how casual Mom was, like a big kid.

Mom took off her suit jacket, and her white shirt was stretched taut at the chest; you could even see the outline of
her bra .

Her stockings were off, of course—obviously, how could she apply medicine without them?

Although slightly disappointed, the thought of her used stockings, still smelling of Mom all day, lying
somewhere penis, which had just been used at noon, rise again.

I glanced sideways at Old Man Grylls and noticed his gaze was becoming increasingly illicit, fixed on Mom's
chest. He even deliberately dropped his chopsticks or scratched himself, clearly trying to peek under her skirt.

Mom seemed to notice too; her hand, which had been on the table, moved between her legs.

Finally, the agonizing dinner ended, and Mom went to wash the dishes while Old Man Grylls went to the bathroom. Watching Mom's
beautiful back, and reflecting on Old Man Grylls' shameless behavior, I was filled with rage. This beast had such
ill intentions towards my mother; I had to find a way to get her another job.

Thinking about it, I remembered Mom's used stockings. I figured she must have them in her room. While Old
Man Grylls was in the bathroom, I quickly went to hide them.

To get to Mom's room, I had to pass through the bathroom, but strangely, no one
was there. Where had Old Man Grylls gone?

Reaching Mom's room, I found the door ajar. I peeked inside and nearly died of fright. I saw the old
man rubbing his face with the stockings Mom had just taken off, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled
their pleasant scent. He even licked the crotch of the stockings with his tongue, a look of enjoyment on his face. Peeking
through saw that he had pulled his pants down to the floor, revealing his disgusting black penis.
In his left hand, he was rubbing Mom's white lace bra against his filthy member…

I was furious. My first instinct was to rush in and beat him up, but then I thought
that would be too easy on him. So I took out my phone and switched it to recording mode… Hehe, with this evidence in
hand, I wouldn't have to worry about him not doing what I wanted. I'd just extort some money from him and then tell Mom to find another job
.

The more I thought about it, the more smug I became, even my breathing slowed down, afraid the old man would notice.

But it's really hard to believe that this old geezer, with his short, stocky build, barely over 160cm tall, has
such a ridiculously long, black penis, covered in a jumble of blue veins and moles, with a
strange, lumpy shape...

Damn! Isn't that the legendary beading? Where did this guy get it from...? I've only
ever seen male actors have beading in porn, and this old bastard has it too, and quite a lot of it. Looking at his bizarrely shaped
penis, I felt a sudden wave of fear.

Three minutes later, I saw the old man switch the positions of his stockings and bra, using the stockings to
rub head, raising it higher and higher. Finally, he ejaculated his disgusting semen onto my mother's stockings, then knelt on
the floor, his tongue still licking the lace part of her bra.

At that moment, I pressed the stop button and tiptoed to the living room.

My mother was watching TV on the sofa with her legs bent. When she saw me, she asked, "Aren't you going to take a shower? Has Uncle Feng come out of
the bathroom yet?"

I gave a casual reply, my eyes fixed on my mother, who was half-lying on the sofa. Perhaps because the guests were still
there and it wasn't convenient for her to shower, my mother was still wearing a white shirt and a black pencil skirt.
Her beautiful legs were bent on the sofa. The pencil skirt couldn't cover my mother's full buttocks and was squeezed up to her thighs. You could
see her white lace panties between her legs without looking closely, and half of her white buttocks were exposed, looking particularly soft as they pressed against the sofa
.

Her two legs, free of stockings, possessed a unique beauty, appearing exceptionally smooth under the light. I
sat down on the sofa to the right, pretending to watch TV, but my eyes were constantly
darting , occasionally reaching into my pants to masturbate. My glans was already leaking pre-ejaculate
…

“Excuse me… excuse me, my stomach hasn’t been feeling too well lately,” Old Man’s voice suddenly rang out,
startling both me, who was burning with desire, and my mother, who was dozing off.

My mother quickly sat up, only to find Old Man’s lecherous eyes fixed on her skirt. She
looked and realized that her skirt, which had been pushed up, hadn’t been pulled back up. Her face flushed, and she hurriedly pulled it back down.

I watched coldly, secretly chuckling to myself as I prepared to deal with Old Man.

"It's getting late, I should go home," the old man said to Mom with a smile, his smile like
that of a kind boss speaking to a subordinate. Mom could never have imagined that this beast had just been
masturbating while holding her stockings and bra.

"I'll see you home," Mom said. "Oh," he said with a forced smile, "No need, no need. Your foot is injured, you should rest early." He turned away.
He turned to me and said, "Goodbye, Hao Hao. Uncle Feng will bring you some shumai another day."

"Okay, Uncle Feng, let me see you off."

"No need, no need, my car is parked downstairs."

"It's alright, let me see you off, it's very close," I said. "This little devil is really easily swayed by
a few " Mom said with a smile. "Good boy, good boy..." Old Turtle Head smiled at me, as if he wanted to
pat my head in approval, but unfortunately I'm 176 cm tall, a whole head taller than him.

He patted my arm one last time, and I told Mom to go rest first, took the keys, and took the elevator downstairs with Old Turtle Head.

Stepping out of the elevator, Old Turtle Head and I walked out side by side.

"Hao Hao, this is enough," he turned around and smiled what he thought was a very kind smile, but I really wanted
to punch him in the face.

"It's alright, I'll walk you to your car," my tone was like ice.

Old Turtle Head glanced at me, puzzled, and walked towards his Mercedes parked by the roadside.

I followed behind him, about to take out my phone…

“Beep—”

“Bang!!!!!!!” A sudden screech of brakes was the

last sound I heard. When I woke up again, I was in the hospital. 　　I moved my neck from side to side; some scrapes on my face still stung. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone lying beside my bed. 　　I turned on the bedside lamp and was shocked to find my mother lying beside the bed, her face streaked with tears, asleep with her eyes closed. 　　I don't know how many days I'd been unconscious. 　Looking at my mother's tear-streaked face, a sense of guilt welled up inside me… 　　I was hit by a car, just as I was about to expose Old Turtle Head's shameful act… 　　My first thought was: Where's my phone? Could it be broken? It's the only evidence I have to expose Old Turtle Head!! 　　Suddenly, a strange sensation came from my lower body. I pulled down my pants and saw, damn it, a tube was inserted into my penis. I endured the pain and pulled it out. A sudden urge to urinate came, so I pulled back a corner of the blanket to get up and go to the toilet. Unexpectedly, I couldn't move my legs; I guess they were numb from lying down for too long. 　　So I used my good hand to put my legs on the ground, leaned forward, and just as my feet touched the ground and I was about to exert force, I fell to the floor. 　　I knocked over the IV stand, and the noise woke my mother. 　　She opened her eyes, searched the bed for me, and saw me on the floor. She quickly helped me back to bed. "Haohao, are you alright?! How did you fall? I'm so sorry… I accidentally fell asleep!" As she spoke, she started crying again: "Are you in pain? I'm so sorry… I'm so sorry…" 　　My mother kept apologizing to me, and I hugged her, sobbing uncontrollably. "You're finally awake!!! You're finally awake… What would I do if you left me all alone…?" 　　"Mom… I'm sorry…" 　　The nurse making her rounds, probably attracted by the crying, saw that I was awake and immediately ran to notify the doctor. 　　The doctor came over and examined me again, flipped through the documents in his hand, and then asked my mother to leave with him. 　　A short while later, my mother returned, tears still streaming down her face, but she forced a smile and said, "Haohao, the doctor said you're recovering quickly, and you can be discharged after a few more weeks of rest." 　　"How long have I been unconscious…?" I said hoarsely, "More than two months. At first, my brain was in a state of near-death, and the doctors said you were beyond saving. Luckily, your Uncle Feng brought in a famous doctor from Japan, and he finally saved you. 　　" "Why…why was he so kind…" I said weakly. 　　"Haohao, do you need to pee? Mom will get you the urinal," my mother deliberately avoided my question, bending down to find the urinal. 　　The image of Old Man Gripping My Mother's stockings and masturbating flashed through my mind, and an ominous premonition rose in my heart. 　　"Oh dear, Haohao, you're awake! Everyone was so worried. Japanese doctors really know their stuff, able to bring the dead back to life!" 　　Old Man Gripping suddenly walked in, looking at me with feigned concern. 　　"Xiaotong, I miss you so much! You've been staying in the hospital for the past two months and haven't come to work. I miss you every day." Old Turtle Head said, then lowered his head and kissed Mom's cheek. 　　This action enraged me: "Damn it, what are you doing?" I slammed my hand on the bed and glared at Old Turtle Head. 　　Mom lowered her head and pushed him away somewhat reluctantly, whispering, "...child." 　　Old Turtle Head looked a little embarrassed, spreading his hands with an innocent expression. 　　I glared angrily at Mom. 　　I saw Mom's head bowed, her eyes slowly reddening. 　　"Damn it! What did you do?! What did you do to my mother?!" I roared, though my body was still quite weak, only a surge of anger kept me going. 　　"Haohao, don't get agitated, Mom... Mom wanted to wait until you were more stable before telling you..." Mom said慌张地. "What did you say?! What did you want to tell me?!?!" I roared angrily. "Haohao," 　　Old Turtle Head walked over, patted my shoulder, and said with a smile, "Your mother and I got engaged two months ago, so you 'll be your new father from now on." 　　My head went blank, and then I heard someone say intermittently, "...Didn't we tell you the patient's mental state is still very weak and can't be stimulated..." 　　"Haohao... Mom is sorry... Mom is sorry..." 　　"Don't be nervous." Don't be nervous. "Call Dr. Tamura over. He's brought the dead back to life... let alone someone who's already alive..." 　　When I woke up again, it was late afternoon, the sun was almost setting. 　　My mother sat alone in a chair by my feet, silently watching the sun outside the window. The orange-red light shone on her profile, making her look like a soulless statue. 　　My mother just sat there blankly, only occasionally blinking, proving that she was still alive in the same world as me. 　　A tragic world. 　　"Mom..." I called softly. My shoulders trembled as if pricked by a needle, and then immediately tightened.

Zhang asked me, "Haohao, you're awake. Does anything hurt? Do you want some water? Do you want something to eat...?"

"Is...really...?"

"..." Mom remained silent, but tears dripped from her long eyelashes. "I'm going to kill him..." I
said breathlessly. "Haohao, don't get agitated. It's my own choice, it's my own choice..." Mom cried, "
You're lying!!! He must have used my illness to threaten you, it must be!!!" I roared
, "You can't get engaged to him!!! I'll get hit by a car, it's all his fault!!! That old scumbag has been eyeing
you for a long time..." I couldn't bring myself to say it, but to change Mom's mind, I had to
continue : "...He masturbated in our house that day wearing your stockings and bra!!! I
recorded it all on my phone..." I became more and more agitated, and tears streamed down my face. "You can't marry this scumbag
!!!"

Just thinking about what Mom would suffer after marrying that old scumbag made me feel like my head was about to explode.

Mom just shook her head with red eyes, not saying a word.

"Mom, don't worry about me, don't sacrifice yourself for me anymore. I'll call Grandma and Uncle and ask them to return
the money to Old Turtle... I... I'll go back to Grandma's." I burst into tears. "No!!!
"

Mom suddenly looked up, her voice so loud it startled me: "You're mine, no one can take you away!!!"

"Haohao... you're all I have left in this world... Can you bear to leave me alone... If you leave me alone
... what will I do?"

I hugged Mom tightly and cried for a long, long time.

6.

In the following days, Mom and I didn't mention Old Turtle anymore. Although my health improved day by day,
I still couldn't put weight on my legs. According to the doctor, it was because my brain had partially died, affecting
the nerves . I could only recover slowly through rehabilitation.

And that damned perpetrator had fled immediately; Old Turtle hadn't even thought to write down the license plate...

So the wheelchair became my mode of transportation. Besides regular visits to the rehabilitation room for massages and
supplementary gliding around the hospital.

Old Man Gecko never appeared again.

A few weeks later, the doctor decided I could be discharged, but I still needed to come back to the hospital for rehabilitation every day.

When I returned home with my mother, I found the guest room had been converted into a rehabilitation room. My mother didn't say anything, just gave me a bitter smile
.

I felt a pang of sadness, knowing that Old Man Gecko would spend any amount of money to get my mother.

For the first few days after returning home, I was constantly on edge, afraid that Old Man Gecko would come and do
something . Fortunately, he always brought fruit or snacks and only stayed a short while before leaving. Gradually, my
vigilance relaxed.

Because my injuries had only recently stabilized, my mother came to sleep with me every day.

My mother and I were lying on the double bed. At first, I didn't think much of it, until one night
I woke up in the
middle . I lifted my head slightly and realized my face was buried in my mother's cleavage.
When I first started sleeping with my mother, I often couldn't sleep because of the pain from my wound, and she would cry and hold my head in her arms, gently
soothing me to sleep.

When I woke up, she was usually already making breakfast, so waking up directly in her cleavage
was a first for me. My nose was pressed against her cleavage, and I took a few deep breaths. The faint scent of
shower gel and my mother's body fragrance instantly refreshed me.

I lifted my head a little more and found my mother still fast asleep, so I lowered my head back. Her
soft breasts rubbed against my cheeks, and I felt a familiar sensation resurfacing in my groin. My
manhood hadn't died along with my legs…

I continued to press my face against her cleavage and gently licked her skin with my tongue, but she didn't
react .

So, I mustered my courage and removed my mother's hand from my head. I stood up and looked at my sleeping mother.
Her hands were by her ears, and a deep purple lace nightgown clung to her beautiful body. Her long, slender, white
leg was slightly bent and rested on her right. Her full breasts rose and fell with her breath, and her nipples
formed two distinct protrusions on her chest.

I had never observed my mother's body so closely before. Trembling, I reached out and poked the edge of her
breast . Even through the fabric, my finger sank right in. Wow! So soft!!! I
had never touched anything so soft in my life. And as soon as I removed my finger, it returned to its original beautiful shape... This
wonderful feeling was so exhilarating that I poked it several times with a little force. Her breasts began to sway slightly
, and my breathing quickened. I slowly pulled down the shoulder straps of my mother's nightgown, all the way to
her arms, and before my eyes appeared a beauty I had never seen before.

My mother's round breasts were like swollen dough, with a small, light brown nipple in the center.
The areola was about the size of a five-yuan coin, and the
veins , rising and falling slightly.

I stared at my mother's protruding nipple, really wanting to put it in my mouth and suckle hard. I licked my lips,
stretched out my hands to measure the plump, soft flesh for a long time, and found that even with my hands outstretched
, I still couldn't grasp it all. No wonder it was an E-cup. I swallowed, spread my fingers, and was about to touch it when
my mother's crying face suddenly appeared in my mind.

"Haohao... you're all I have left in this world... Can you bear to leave your mother... If you leave your mother
alone... what will your mother do?"

Sigh, that's my mother... If I did that, it would be the same as abandoning her. I

couldn't do that. My mother was already pitiful enough.

So I dressed my mother, gently pecked her pretty sleeping face, and turned my back
to sleep.

But how could the pent-up desire of several months be so easily suppressed? The thought of his mother's beautiful body beside
him, with her fragrance and warmth wafting over him,
made it impossible for him .

I could only pound my wound hard, the pain bringing tears to my eyes. I bit my hand to stifle
the scream, thinking about how my mother's beautiful, unguarded body would one day be given away to that old
man ... I imagined his fat, disgusting body pressing down on my mother... I bit my hand harder,
tears streaming down my face.

7.

As my wound gradually healed, my worries grew heavier each day.

When Tamura came to check on my wound every two weeks to confirm that new flesh was growing, the old man demanded that
my mother return to work.

I often told my mother that we could find a way to pay back the old man's money, and that we should break off the engagement
...

But my mother always shook her head, telling me not to worry about adult matters and just focus on healing.

I didn't know what conditions my mother and the old man had agreed to, but it seemed that as long as my wound didn't heal,
my mother was safe.

But whenever I think of the look of ecstasy on Old Man Gu's face when he picked up Mom's stockings... I know something

is slowly brewing. My mood is getting lower and lower. I try not to think about it because I'm
powerless . I try to escape these terrifying thoughts while working hard on my rehabilitation. As soon as my leg is healed, I will take
Mom away from this place.

During the time my leg is immobile, Mom is the one who helps me bathe. Usually, Mom gets
off work and rushes home to prepare dinner for me.

After dinner, after Mom cleans up the dishes and leftovers, she tries to coax me into taking a bath. Because the wound is still very painful,
I always refuse to bathe. Mom always has to beg me for a long time before I agree to bathe.

Actually, being bathed by Mom is enjoyable. Because I'm busy with this and that as soon as I get off work, I don't have time
to change my clothes , so Mom always wears her black work suit to bathe me.

Usually, I would sit on a small stool, facing my mother so she could wash my hair. She would always squat, causing her tight skirt
to ride up to her thighs, revealing the seam of her flesh-colored stockings between her buttocks and legs. Her long, beautiful
legs would be in a rather indecent position as she squatted on the ground, and her
entire vulva, covered by the stockings and underwear, would be exposed to me. Her vulva, bulging out in a small mound,
gleamed The thrill of voyeurism drove me almost mad; my penis was painfully hard. I so wanted to
push my mother to the ground and tear open the stockings...

Several times I became breathless, and my glans even oozed pre-ejaculate, but my mother seemed oblivious,
continuing to chat with me. I couldn't help but wonder if she genuinely didn't notice or was just pretending.

Sometimes, my mother's white shirt would accidentally get wet, revealing glimpses
of her beautiful figure hidden beneath the white shirt and various underwear, a sight even more alluring than a direct view.

It's wonderful to enjoy such beautiful scenery every day, but the only regret is that Mom refuses to wash my genitals. "
How can you let Mom touch you there? Wash it yourself, consider it rehabilitation," Mom said with a laugh. I wasn't just shy; I
practically dreamed of holding Mom's soft hands.

Although such a beautiful, unguarded body was right in front of me, I never dared
to cross that line and touch it.

So, when I was washing myself, I couldn't help but fantasize about Mom and masturbate.

Then, my scabs slowly fell off, and my body was almost completely free of external injuries.

That day, Tamura came to check on me again at 5:30 pm. Mom was preparing dinner and kept
coming over to check on me.

"The external and internal injuries are all healed," Tamura said, writing something on a piece of paper.

Mom held my hand and listened to him continue. "But the leg part won't heal in a short time.
Remember to do rehabilitation regularly, but never do anything strenuous." He continued writing with his head down.

"Then how long is 'short time'?" Mom asked.

"It's hard to say, it could be as short as two or three months, or as long as two or three years..." He looked up at my mother and me.
"It could even be twenty or thirty years, you never know. You can't predict things like neurological disorders."

Hearing "twenty or thirty years," my mother burst into tears. Although I was also deeply shocked, to comfort her,
I forced a smile and said, "No way! Look how quickly I'm recovering, and I've been working so hard on my
rehabilitation. I'll definitely be able to leave next month!"

I said this, but inside, I felt increasingly gloomy.

My mother noticed my expression, and with a smile through her tears, she playfully flicked my nose with her finger. "You're
so lacking in confidence, how can you expect to get better?"

I laughed too. Yes, it was only "possibly" twenty or thirty years. Just possibly.

8.

Around 9 PM, a commotion came from the doorway. Mom was about to push me into the bathroom when Old Turtle Head suddenly
stumbled in, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Xiaotong!!! Xiaotong!!"

Mom and I exchanged a glance. I slowly shook my head, but Mom still pushed me to the entryway.

He was lying near the entryway, his bald head, which was already balding, was quite red from drinking,
and from a distance it really did look like a turtle's head.

"Uncle Feng, are you... are you alright?"

Mom couldn't help but go over to ask.

Old Gu Tou, completely drunk, grabbed my mother the moment he saw her and pinned her to the ground, his reeking of
alcohol shoving kisses all over her face and lips. I immediately yelled, "Damn it, Old Gu Tou, what are you doing?
Let go !"

My mother struggled, saying, "Don't...don't...we agreed...to wait for
Hao Hao ..."

"Tamura already called me today, the kid's injuries are gone, you still want to lie to me?" Old
Gu Tou still grabbing at my mother's white shirt, panted, "You made me hold back for so long, today
I'm going to fuck you to death!!"

"No...not here...child...child..." My mother pleaded incoherently, resisting Old
Gu Tou's hand reaching under her skirt while protecting her chest.

Old Gu Tou glanced at me, then dragged my mother into the room and slammed the door shut.

I was frantic, my only thought was to stop my mother from being violated, so I quickly turned my wheelchair and...
I tripped and fell on the stairs, ignoring the pain, and struggled to climb towards the room. But the doorknob was too high for me to reach
. I could only hear my mother's pleading voice from inside: "Don't do this... I beg you... don't do this...
give me a little more time... Ah!!!!" Then I heard the sound of clothes being torn.

I struggled to twist my body, leaning against the wall to raise my upper body, and finally managed to turn the doorknob. As soon as the door opened, I
fell straight into the room.

I saw my mother being pressed down by Old Gu Tou's fat body. Her white shirt was thrown on the floor like shredded cloth.
Old Gu Tou was grabbing and kissing my mother's body wildly. My mother was twisting and turning desperately, her legs in her tight skirt kicking and thrashing on the bed. Old Gu Tou
ripped open my mother's dark purple bra. His eyes were red, he swallowed hard, and said in a hoarse voice, "Heh...
what a beautiful pair of breasts... these breasts have been making me restless all day... they're really big..."

The mother's body trembled, her hands instinctively trying to cover her chest, but the old man shoved them aside. He
reached out his filthy hands and grabbed one breast in each hand: "Hahaha, so big and soft, it feels so good to grab them..."
He roughly rubbed them, then lowered his head to suckle at the mother's beautiful nipples, his disgusting tongue tracing
circles on her areolas. The mother pushed his head away and resisted, pleading repeatedly: "No... ah... no...
I beg you... let me go..."

Soon, the two nipples were sucked erect by the old man's penis, turning a pale red, and covered with his
foul-smelling saliva. The old man excitedly rubbed and squeezed Mom's large, white, soft, and elastic
breasts, repeatedly saying, "Hahaha, so soft and elastic,
they won't , so satisfying!" His tongue alternated between the two nipples, licking and sucking, also sucking
on Mom's snow-white flesh. Mom turned her head away, tightly closing her eyes, her brows furrowed. "Hey!
Don't so pained, your son will feel sorry for you...hahahaha,"

the old man said, pressing down on Mom, rubbing her breasts as he spoke. Mom opened her eyes and saw me,
pushing the old man away and trying to get off the bed to help me, but the old man grabbed her, making her kneel on the bed facing me,
and pulled off... The tie bound my mother's hands behind her back to her waist. Old Man Grylls' hands slipped under her armpits, forcefully
kneading her breasts in front of me, occasionally pinching her nipples. My mother's once fair breasts were now covered in red finger marks from Old Man Grylls'
ravaging . The beautiful shape
was squeezed out of his fingers by the pressure of his ten fingers. My mother's head was held high, biting her lower lip as she endured his torment.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her beautiful face contorted in pain. Sweat clung to her long, black hair on her flushed
cheeks. She could only murmur, "Don't look... Hao Hao... Don't look..."

I desperately wanted to rush forward and stop him, but this obscene scene seemed to have frozen me in place. I
could only clench my fists, trembling all over, watching helplessly as Old Man Grylls defiled my mother's beautiful body.

Old Man Gu Tou shoved his mother onto the bed. He lay on his side, his arms wrapped around her long, shapely legs clad in flesh-colored
stockings . He pressed his face against them, rubbing it and inhaling the scent of her thighs. His mother
was at least 10 centimeters taller than him, and he seemed like a disgusting parasite clinging to her legs. "This
body temperature, this touch… I've always dreamed of this…" His mother bent her legs, trying to dodge to the edge of the bed, but Old
Man Gu Tou held her tightly and dragged her back to the middle. He stroked her calves in flesh-colored stockings, inhaling the scent,
sucking on her calves, and making repulsive noises. He kissed his way from her calves to her toes, leaving a long trail
of saliva. Yinzi, inhaling the scent of her toes, rubbed her nose against the sole of her mother's foot: "Ah...so fragrant..."
The old man stuck out his tongue and wet her mother's right toes, then put them in his mouth, making "tsk
tsk tsk" sounds. The stockings on her mother's toes became even darker in color because of the old man's dirty saliva. Her mother turned
her head to the side , frowning, and arched her instep. Seeing that her mother's beautiful calves and white toes were already covered with the old
man's disgusting saliva, I remembered the times I massaged my mother's feet. That was the ultimate
enjoyment for me. Now, these beautiful legs were being wantonly played with by a disgusting middle-aged man. Tears welled up in my eyes
.

The old man abruptly bent my mother's body at a 45-degree angle. Her black pencil skirt was rolled up to her waist, revealing her two long
, beautiful legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, hanging precariously in mid-air. They gleamed softly under the light.
Her thighs pressed against her breasts, her rounded buttocks exposed without any defense. The old man knelt, caressing
her thighs. "What a wonderful view, hehe..." he murmured. He lowered his head and kissed her
thighs and inner thighs. His hands roughly kneaded her soft flesh until it sank inwards, the rough friction of his hands
against the stockings making a hissing sound. "Ah...ah..." My mother's eyes were tightly closed,
her breaths as she endured the disgusting man's constant defilement of her body.

For the first time, I saw my mother's flawless, long, beautiful legs and rounded, full buttocks in their entirety. The flesh encased in
flesh-colored stockings was flawless. I stared, completely forgetting the humiliating
violation my mother was undergoing.

The old man's penis rubbed against his mother's thighs, then buried his head between her legs. His mother cried out,
"Ah!!!!!" She twisted her body desperately. The old man's penis sucked hard on the scent of her genitals
, sucking on the crotch of her stockings, his tongue licking the thin stockings.
He pulled down his mother's skirt, tore a hole in the crotch of her stockings, and pushed her purple lace panties aside, admiring her vulva
. Under the dark pubic hair were two pink labia tightly closed.

"No...don't...don't look..." Mom pleaded, raising her head, but the old man remained unmoved. He
parted her labia with his hands, licking her vaginal opening and sucking her clitoris with his tongue, making a "slurping
" sound. Mom's whole body tensed. "Ah...there...no...ah...please...stop
..." The old man licked more and more vigorously, and Mom's body twisted in pain. The old man couldn't take it anymore. He picked up
a pillow and placed it under Mom's buttocks, then pulled down his pants, revealing his black, bumpy, and strange penis. He
pressed his penis slightly down towards Mom's vaginal opening: "Heh..." He lifted Mom's legs and suddenly thrust into
her vagina, which had been undisturbed for many years. Mom was startled and cried out in pain: "Ah!!!!!" Tears also...
He then burst out of the frame, kicking and thrashing about. "Ah...so tight," the old man with the penis closed his eyes,
looking . He leaned forward, his hands kneading my mother's breasts. My mother begged for mercy in pain, her head
shaking wildly: "No...it hurts...it hurts...please...no..." My mother's body recoiled, and the old
man panting, pressed down on her, saying, "From the first moment I saw you, I've wanted to fuck
you every single moment since I got home. I've been masturbating with you constantly in my mind...thinking about your big tits, your beautiful legs..." The old man's
penis thrust rapidly, slamming against my mother's buttocks with loud "slap slap slap slap slap."

My mother was being raped. The old man's dirty penis was torturing her, and she was struggling in agony.

And I witnessed this moment but was powerless to do anything, only able to watch helplessly as a beast indulged his lust on my mother's
beautiful body. I was in so much pain that I couldn't speak, biting my lower lip until it bled and dripped onto the floor.

"So good! It's so good! It's even better than I imagined... Before, I could only masturbate by imagining things, but now
you're lying here and I can fuck you. Just thinking about it makes me so excited!!!" The old man was fucking
his mother , his hands roughly pinching her soft breasts. His mother's legs, clad in flesh-colored stockings
, swayed on his shoulders, her toes tightly curled. "Ugh... No... No... Please... Waaah
..." His mother cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. The old man stuck out his disgusting tongue and licked his mother's
tears , licking her beautiful face all over. His mother's face was covered in his disgusting saliva and tears.

The old man was fucking his mother hard while smelling the scent of her calves and sucking on
the soft flesh of her calves. After a while, the old man turned his mother over, making her kneel on the bed with her face towards him.

"No... What are you doing!!!" Mom shouted as he forcefully inserted his penis into her vagina.
Mom cried out, "...Don't look... Hao Hao... Don't look... Waaah... Mom is so sorry..." The old
penis continued to thrust into Mom, who sobbed softly, her soft breasts shaking back and forth. The old penis
thrust into Mom rapidly, his hands squeezing her breasts hard. Mom closed her eyes, biting her lower lip, her face
contorted in pain.

The old penis thrust faster and faster, Mom's breasts bouncing rapidly. "Ah... Ah!" The old penis suddenly jerked its head
up , thrusting its lower body into Mom's buttocks a few times, then exhaled a long breath and lay motionless on Mom's back.

Old Gu Tou hugged Mom tightly from behind for a moment to rest: "Hoo...so good...it feels so good." He reached out
his left hand to knead Mom's breasts, while his right hand stroked her buttocks, thighs, and calves. "...Hehehe...
your body is perfect...take it slow, there's still a long way to go, I want to play with every inch of your body..." Saying this, he
got up, kissed Mom on the face, put on his clothes, and walked out of the room without even glancing at me, slamming the door shut with
a ."

The world seemed to stop, and my vision blurred with tears.

I slowly crawled towards Mom, and saw her lying on her side on the bed, her eyes wide open, red and swollen,
with two tear streaks at the corners of her eyes.

Mom's once fair breasts had some bruises, and there were still
faint . Mom's whole body was a pale red, her hands were tied behind her back,
and her slender left leg, wearing flesh-colored stockings, was bent and placed on her right leg, with patches of dried saliva on both stockings.

I untied the tie binding my mother and leaned close to her face. I found an unprecedented
emptiness in her eyes, her hair plastered to her face by tears, sweat, and the disgusting saliva from her old penis.

"Mom..." I whispered, but she didn't respond.

I was horrified to see a large pool of thick, white fluid mixed with blood between her thighs.

I clenched my fists and pounded my chest desperately, sobbing hoarsely. My mother closed her eyes, two
hot tears streaming down her face. She held my head tightly, crying for a long, long time.

My head rested on my mother's soft breasts. Despite my overwhelming grief, I gradually realized that something
within me was slowly dying with each sob of hers, replaced by a powerful sensation
…

I was hard and erect.

To be continued…

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