Mom was assaulted by the construction worker

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Let me first explain my family background. My parents divorced because my dad had an affair. I live with my mom, who has always been very strict with me, so I developed a "cuckolding" mentality. I imagine my usually sharp-tongued, somewhat obsessive-compulsive mom being grabbed by the hair by a dark, strong man, being spanked and penetrated from behind, until the man ejaculates and collapses on the bed covered in bodily fluids. Now, let me talk about my mom's figure. She's 45, but she looks older than her age as a child. Even my teachers have said she doesn't look her age at all. She's 163cm tall with a B cup, but she has a large butt, the kind that goes past her shoulders, but not a peach-shaped butt, just a lot of flesh. My mom works at a bank. According to her, her bank manager at the time, seeing that she was beautiful and divorced, would often call her out for drinks and dancing late at night.

I don't believe my mom hasn't had a few lovers after being single for so many years. From my observation, I'm sure she's had two. Let me start with the first one. During the summer vacation of 2015, we renovated our house. We hired a contractor to do the flooring and wiring, which required someone to supervise. I didn't pay much attention at first, but one day when my mother came home, I noticed cement residue on the back of her clothes and dried white paint residue in her hair. I immediately made a connection, so while my mother was taking a shower, I checked her phone to find evidence. When I opened it, I saw a message from the contractor: "Dear Sister Shen, are you asleep?

Did your son say anything when you got home? Come again next week." It was accompanied by a heart-eyed emoji. I was completely stunned, my ears felt hot. I put the phone back to see my mother's reaction. When my mother came out and saw the phone, her expression changed immediately, and she put the phone back. But the next day, I found two call records between my mother and the contractor. On Friday, my mom asked me to go with her the next day. I also wanted to see what was going on, so I agreed. On Saturday, when we arrived at the renovation site, the contractor greeted my mom with a big smile, but when he saw me, his expression changed. I wandered around and noticed a bed in what is now the bedroom. I could understand the contractor bringing a pot to save money, but what was the bed for? (I didn't know if they would sleep there for a big renovation project, but I thought it was specially prepared for my mom). I imagined my mom bending over on that bed with her plump buttocks sticking out. The renovation guy gave my mom a thorough dressing-down (he was different from what I imagined; the one who did our renovation was very thin, wore glasses and looked very civilized. I imagined him to be dark-skinned, tall, and capable of having his way with my mom). Then, on Sunday, I had a wicked idea. Halfway through, I told my mom I was leaving. At first, she disagreed, and the renovation guy chimed in, saying it was pointless and the kid should leave. Finally, my mom waved her hand and said, "Go on, go on!" (Here I find it strange that if my mom didn't want to be taken advantage of, why didn't she come with me?) Then I went home and waited for my mom to return. Come on, my mom started scolding me, from my studies to my disobedience, and then to having too many bad friends. I was watching my mom's mouth move while imagining that decorator's huge penis going in and out of her mouth. Sometimes it went in too much, and when it came out, there was a stringy residue between his penis and her lips. Finally, he ejaculated in her mouth. Under the decorator's threat, my mom had no choice but to swallow it. The decorator didn't contact my mom in the following days. To find out if my mom had actually been slept with, one morning I slipped a note into her belt, intending to check when she got back. If she did, it meant my idea was correct. Indeed, to be on the safe side, I tore off another piece of paper and put it inside my mom's bra pads, intending to check when she returned. When she came back, I checked and found both were gone, so I knew I was right (later, after calming down, I realized I was completely horrified at the time; the belt might have come out when she went to the bathroom, and the bra pads might have gotten out when she wore them that morning). For the next few weeks, my mom brought our wet wipes with her every time she went to supervise the construction. After a while, during a meal, my mom mentioned that the construction worker's wife had also come, and I thought that my mom probably wouldn't have any intimate contact with him anymore. I think that although my mom might not have wanted to be sexually assaulted by that construction worker at first, she still went to the construction site for the next few weeks, sometimes wearing skirts. I thought my mom might still need some "nourishment." This is my first post; I usually just read. This is my own experience; my inner thoughts might not have been very complex at the time, but the meaning is clear.

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