A gentle mother

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Chapter 1

I've always thought my mother was a very calm woman, her life revolving around family and work. As time went by, although the years slowly etched themselves on her brow, she remained a beautiful woman.

From a young age, I preferred being with my mother because she was so gentle, softly patting me to sleep while I nestled in her arms—those were the happiest times of my life. But that happiness remains only in my childhood memories; life is never so perfect.

My father was an honest man, and in this day and age, honesty is practically synonymous with being spineless. A few years ago, the factory went downhill, and most workers were laid off. My father only managed to keep his job thanks to his comrade, Uncle Zheng, who had become the head of the personnel department at the textile bureau. My family, like many ordinary Chinese families around the world, experienced bitterness with occasional moments of sweetness, but life is mostly filled with disappointments.

My mother wasn't doing too well at work either; in her early forties, it was such an awkward age for a woman working in a company. I want to keep working here; I haven't reached the age limit yet. But young people keep coming to the company, and our current family situation doesn't allow me to sell my seniority. I'm going to university next year, so my mother has to work tirelessly. Her once radiant smile is much less frequent now. Although I'm growing up, I still love seeing her smile.

When I was in elementary school, my mother wasn't working in the office she is now. She was a warehouse keeper in a low-level warehouse for valuable goods. Back then, I often heard her say, "Son, you must study hard. Look, after I gave birth to you, I went to school, and now I don't have to work in the factory. Son, do you want to be like your mother?"

Looking at the uncles and aunts doing manual labor in the factory or other jobs, I admired my mother immensely. Because after giving birth to me, she actively pursued further education and finally earned a college diploma.

My mother's small warehouse was her personal domain. The goods there were only used for producing high-end products, so it was rarely frequented. Since my mother was one of the few college graduates at the time, her supervisor put her in charge of the warehouse when there were no other positions available. I was young then, and with no one to care for me at home, my mother often brought me with her. Her supervisor turned a blind eye. I had my own little bed in the warehouse. It was

at the very back, behind some goods on the floor, and I could barely see my mother's desk through the gaps in the sparse stock. After school, I would go to my mother's workplace for lunch and then sleep on my little bed. But I never imagined that I would witness something I could never have imagined. That event had a profound impact on my life, and to this day, I can never forget what I saw and heard.

I remember it was summer vacation, a Saturday noon. I was sleeping on my little bed, dreaming of going to college, when a loud noise shattered my dream. The first thing I heard when I woke up was my mother's very low voice.

"Oh no, my son is awake."

I couldn't help but think. Just as I was about to respond to my mother, I heard another man's voice.

"No, listen, there's no sound. Let me see." As he spoke, a figure stood up.

At the time, I didn't know what was going on, but I instinctively closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I only opened my eyes a crack, but I saw that the chair where my mother had been sitting was gone, replaced by cardboard boxes spread on the floor. My mother's black high heels had been taken off and were scattered haphazardly under the table. Next to her shoes was a pair of men's leather shoes, and standing on the floor were two pairs of feet wearing socks.

Then the man and my mother sat down again. After I was sure that they couldn't see me, I opened my eyes wide again and looked at the two men through the goods.

The man, older than my mother and balding, was sitting on a piece of cardboard on the floor, holding her in his arms. He gently brushed aside her shoulder-length wavy hair, his tongue kissing her ear. My mother tried to move away, but the man held her head firmly. Her expression wasn't one of disgust, but rather a strange, ambiguous smile. At the time, I didn't know what they were doing, but my intuition made me very curious. The man placed his

hand on the buttons of my mother's white, semi-transparent blouse, unbuttoning the top button and slipping his hand inside. I only saw his hand moving inside her clothes. My mother's face seemed to be in pain, revealing an expression I had never seen before.

"Qiuying, how is it? Is it comfortable?" the man asked my mother.

"Keep your voice down, don't wake my son," my mother said, tilting her head back and wrapping her arms around the man's neck, sealing his mouth with her own.

I remember back then, when there were kissing scenes on TV, I asked if I could do that with my mom. She always laughed and hugged me, saying I couldn't do that with her, not with anyone but my dad. But why is she doing it with someone else now

? The man's right hand was rummaging inside my mom's clothes, while his left hand unbuttoned her bottom buttons one by one. After unbuttoning them all, he pulled open the sides of her shirt, revealing her flesh-colored bra, and then pulled the shirt off, leaving her only in her bra.

At that time, I was eating placenta and ginseng with my mom, and these things really stimulated my growth. Even when I was very young, my penis could already get erect. When I saw my mom like that, my little penis was already hard. Then the man stood up and quickly took off his shirt and trousers; his underwear contained a large bag. My mom sat on the cardboard with her legs half-bent, unbuttoning her skirt and pulling down the zipper.

The man had already sat down. He hugged my mother and slowly pulled her yellow skirt down from her waist, gently caressing her thighs, which were still clad in flesh-colored pantyhose. His hand went under her pantyhose, touching her buttocks, and he kissed her bare shoulders with his tongue. He bit her flesh-colored bra straps with his teeth, pulling them down from her shoulders to her arms. My mother cooperated, slowly pulling the pantyhose down from her waist, revealing a pair of matching panties underneath.

Now that both bra straps were off, I could clearly see her breasts, two large, white mounds.

"Qiuying, come on, move a little, let me take off your panties." The man pulled off my mother's panties, and she placed her hand on his bulging genitals.

"Hurry up, my son might wake up at any moment," my mother said to the man.

The man listened, unhooked the mother's bra, pushed her down onto the cardboard, rested his balding head on her chin, and cupped her full breasts in his hands, sucking them noisily.

"Ah...so good! God, be gentle, be gentle...my son can hear me!" the mother moaned softly to the man. "

Okay. Mmm...so fragrant, so sweet!" the man replied indistinctly.

While sucking on the mother's breast, the man held and played with her other breast; the mother held his head with both hands, rubbed her legs against his thighs, and half-raised herself, one hand around the man's neck, the other reaching for his penis, still covered by his underwear, stroking the bulge with her slender fingers. At

this moment, the man could no longer restrain himself, pulled down his underwear, and a penis much larger than I was at the time appeared menacingly. The mother lay completely flat on the cardboard, waiting quietly. The man's fat body pressed down on her white flesh, and he held his penis, trying to penetrate her.

At the time, I knew what was going on. I thought the man was so clumsy, struggling on top of my mother for so long without getting anywhere. My mother opened her eyes, which had been closed, and looked at the man, smiling softly. I loved seeing my mother's smile; it was so sweet!

Then, my mother supported her body with one elbow, lifting her legs wide open, almost pressing them against her. One hand guided the man's penis to her lower body, and she called out, "Come in!" The man thrust forward, and their waists joined together.

Then the man pressed down on my mother again, and my mother rested her head on his body, burying it in his chest, licking his nipples with her tongue, sucking on them, and gently biting them with her teeth. The man's hands were on the ground, his waist thrusting against my mother forcefully. Although he was careful, the sounds of their bodies colliding were still clearly audible.

My mother sucked on one nipple and then the other, constantly alternating between them, her saliva covering the man's nipples.

"Wu Qiuying, your oral skills are pretty good! Oh, be gentle, don't bite so hard." The man called out my mother's name, pulling her head away and pressing her completely against the cardboard.

He held her head with one hand, pressing his large mouth against hers again, while his other hand scooped up one of her legs from below. At this moment, I saw his large penis appearing and disappearing between my mother's lower body, appearing and disappearing...

My mother held the man's neck with one hand, their mouths pressed together, their heads turning to the side from time to time, their tongues moving in and out of each other's mouths. The man's hands were still on my mother's breasts, gently squeezing them, while my mother's long-fingered fingers circled the man's nipples.

Anyway, I didn't know what they were doing, but they just maintained this position, only their waists were constantly moving. I don't know how much time passed, but I started to get sleepy again.

At this moment, the man released my mother's legs, and his mouth also opened.

"You're so strong! Can you hurry up? We only have half an hour until work," Mom said softly.

The man reached behind him. "Qiuying, wrap your legs around my waist."

Mom obediently wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him even tighter. She held onto his armpits; both of them were covered in sweat, and the cardboard on the floor was damp.

The man's mechanical movements changed. Mom's lips emitted intermittent moans, like the sound of pain in some part of her body, but I didn't feel any pain; instead, it was incredibly gentle and soothing. Those soft moans were like heavenly music, something I'll never forget. Years later, I also had women and heard that sound, but none were as alluring as the one I heard from Mom's lips.

The man pressed down hard, then pulled out high, moving on top of Mom like that. After more than a hundred such movements, Mom, who had been holding onto the man's hands and wrapped her arms around his legs, tightened her grip even more. After a few more movements, she relaxed completely. The man was still pressing down on Mom, continuing his movements. After another thirty or so movements, he leaned forward, pressing his entire body against Mom's. As the man thrust forward, Mom let out another soft gasp, and the two of them held each other tightly, breathing heavily.

After a few minutes, they stood up. Mom wiped her genitals with tissue, and the man asked Mom to help him wipe as well, which she did. After they got dressed, they sat on Mom's chair and touched each other for a while before the man quietly left.

At this moment, I heard Mom's high heels walking on the floor and the sound of her putting down a cardboard box. I deliberately turned around, rubbing my eyes, and told Mom about my dream. Mom was dressed now, and she still looked so beautiful.

Chapter Two:

Time passed day by day, and I went from elementary school to the first year of high school. I experienced a lot of joy and sorrow during that time, but none of them left me with particularly deep memories.

That afternoon, I came home from school after self-study and found someone was already home. I glanced at the sofa and saw my mother's purse, but she wasn't in the living room, and there was no sound from the kitchen. I wondered if she had come to my room to help me unpack, because I had a few pornographic comics borrowed from classmates in my desk. I peeked into my room, but my mother wasn't there.

I felt something was off. Then I heard noises coming from my mother's room. I tiptoed towards her room, and the door was slightly ajar. I peeked inside and saw my mother lying in bed talking on the phone.

"Really? You're not lying to me!" My mother laughed as she spoke, not even noticing that I had come home.

She was still wearing her work clothes, a light purple coat over a matching vest. Her large breasts were straining against the slightly narrow vest, and her pink knee-length skirt was rolled up because she was in bed, revealing her beautiful legs through the slits on both sides. You could say her entire thighs were exposed.

She was on the phone, laughing as she rubbed her legs together, her flesh-colored stockings incredibly alluring. A pair of flesh-colored, cross-studded high heels lay casually on the floor. One hand held the phone, the other gently caressed her thigh; the way she looked at me made me a little mesmerized.

"No, maybe not tonight. My son's home, I can't leave!" Mom turned the conversation to me, and of course I paid attention. But what followed was a different story.

"What? My husband's away on a business trip. It really won't work!" Mom continued.

At that moment, I couldn't help but recall a scene from a comic book my classmate lent me—a married woman having an affair. Could it be Mom…?

Mom was still talking, but I wasn't listening anymore. Then I remembered a scene from many years ago, and I resolutely decided to see what my mom was up to. I went into the living room, threw my backpack loudly on the sofa, and immediately ran to Mom's room. Mom looked at me with a slightly flustered expression as I entered.

"Mom, I'm meeting up with a classmate to play basketball at school. Hurry up and cook, I'll leave as soon as I finish eating," I told my mom.

My mom hadn't hung up yet; she nodded at me, "Okay, Mom'll go make it right away."

Without waiting for her to finish, I left the room and closed the door behind me. I immediately turned on the speakerphone in my room to hear what my mom was saying.

"My son's back, I need to cook," my mom said, trying to hang up.

Just then, a man's voice came from the other end of the line: "I heard you. Your son isn't home tonight. I'll come up!"

"No, what if he suddenly comes back?" my mom said to the man. "Please don't do this, it really can't be tonight," my mom continued to plead with the man.

"Then let's find another place, let's find another place, like the XX Cinema. Didn't you have a good experience last time?" the man said to my mom.

"Please, please, it really can't be!" my mom said to the man.

"It's settled then. If you don't go, I'll keep calling. Wait, let me see what movies are showing tonight... Okay, that one, xxx, that's settled."

"How could you do this? You should at least discuss it with me before you ask me to go!" My mother's tone was clearly angry.

"Then you can try it. If you don't come, I'll call." The man continued to threaten my mother.

"Okay, see you then." My mother reluctantly agreed, and the two said goodbye. I knew I should stop now, otherwise my mother would hear me eavesdropping on the phone. My

mother quickly prepared dinner, but I had no appetite, just putting food in my mouth. By the time I finished eating, it was already 6:45. Anyway, I already knew where my mother was going, so I just had to go.

"Mom, I'm off." I rode my bike towards the movie theater.

When I arrived, I bought tickets for the movie my mother and her family wanted to see. There were only a few people inside when I entered, and I found a seat at the very back. After about ten minutes, the movie started, and the entire theater went dark. I huddled in a corner, quietly watching the entrance. Not many people were coming in, but every time someone entered, I looked outside; my mind wasn't on the movie.

I had been waiting in the theater for over ten minutes, and each second felt like an eternity. Just when I was about to despair and prepare to seriously watch this movie, which I didn't actually like that much, the curtain at the entrance opened. I reflexively moved closer, and a man and a woman walked in side by side.

Sure enough, they had finally arrived. The woman was, of course, my mother. In the dim light from outside, I could see she was still wearing her original clothes. The man looked to be about thirty years old, rather thin, but I didn't have a very good feeling about him.

The two of them found seats on the edge, but not in the last row. I moved from my original seat to the second row behind them.

I took out the latest eavesdropping device I'd bought at the market from my bag and propped it up in the middle of the chair, pointing it at where my mother and the others were.

"Qiuying, feel it, isn't it big?" the man said to my mother.

My mother just grunted in response and didn't say anything. I looked forward; my mother's head was tilted slightly downwards, her arm reaching towards the man.

"Come on, give me a suck, otherwise it'll be difficult later," the man said to my mother.

"No, not here, it's not good if someone sees," my mother pleaded.

"What's not good? Weren't you quite open online? We had online sex the first time we talked, and this isn't our first time together, what's there to be afraid of?" The man, who had been looking at the screen, turned his head towards my mother.

"Come on, hold it. Look how hot and hard it is. You want it too, don't you?" the man continued to tease my mother. One of his hands was pulling down on my mother's hand, while the other was on her shoulder, as if trying to pull her upper body down.

"Speak softly, someone's listening!" my mother said to the man.

"Then be good and suck it for me." The man said as he pulled my mother's head down. I could no longer see my mother at this point, only hear "snow...snow..." and "uh...uh..." the sounds of my mother sucking his penis and moaning from her nose.

"Ah, not bad, your tongue is so nimble." Then I heard the sound of clothes being pulled up; then I heard a muffled thud, a "smack"; then my mother let out a series of ecstatic moans.

"Uh...be quiet, this is a public place..." but what I heard was not my mother's usual clear voice, but a more indistinct one. Then, the "snow...snow..." sucking sound started again.

"Okay, whatever you say, my darling. Look, your pussy is all wet, and you're wearing such sexy stockings. Come on, lift your ass up, I'm going to take off your panties." The man said frivolously to my mother.

"Not wearing pantyhose is for your convenience!" my mother said to the man.

My mother sat up slightly, and I could see her face. Her hair was a little messy, and her mouth was open. But she didn't stand up; she just held onto the man and let him pull down her panties. I saw her lift her left leg first, and the man's body was no longer visible. Then my mother stood up a little and lifted the other leg. The man straightened up, and I saw that he had a pair of panties in his hand. He put them to his nose and inhaled them like he was smoking drugs.

"It smells so good! Darling, did you spray perfume on it?" the man said, throwing the panties onto the floor behind him.

"Come on, sit down, darling, time is of the essence." the man urged my mother.

"Alright, here it comes, you impatient lecher!" My mother, who had been sitting in her seat, was leaning against the back of the chair in front of the man. I glanced around; the other couples who had come to see the movie were also engrossed in their own activities, but they were only kissing, not engaging in any physical intimacy like my mother and her partner. They were too busy with

their own things to notice us. I sat in a few seats and could see what my mother and her partner were doing from the side. The man had one hand below him, and my mother's head was resting on her hand, looking back at the man.

Suddenly, the man pulled my mother's buttocks towards him, and I heard her let out a long sigh through my earphones.

"Ah...it's in, that's good." My mother's sweet voice sounded like heavenly music to my ears.

"Baby, is it big and hard, and good?" the man asked my mother while moving his hips.

"Good...so good...ah...good..." my mother's answers were intermittent.

My mother's body kept leaning forward, her head arching forward rhythmically. Then the man pulled down his mother's coat, revealing her in a purple tank top. He leaned forward, kissing her shoulders, which appeared pale even in the dim light of the movie theater. He lifted her tank top and reached behind her to try and unhook her bra, but couldn't find it after a while.

Then he heard his mother chuckle and say, "It's a front-opening bra, you silly boy." Hearing this, the man moved his hand forward and didn't remove it.

"Oh... my nipples feel so good! Gently, don't be so rough," his mother said between breaths.

"Sister Ying, your breasts are so big, I can't even hold one on each side," the man also panted.

"Want to suck my little brother?" his mother asked. The man didn't answer, just nodded.

His mother put her hands behind her back and hugged his head. The man slipped under her armpit and sucked on one of her nipples. Because they were sitting at the very edge, no one saw them, and I had deliberately sat lower on the chair, so they didn't notice me.

I bent down and picked up my mother's underwear from the floor. I pulled out my penis, smelled it first—ah! It smelled so good. Then, I put my mother's underwear on my penis.

"Sister Ying, you have such a nice butt, I like it." The man gripped my mother's buttocks and thrust forward. My mother was almost half-standing up; she was holding onto the back of the chair, and I could see from above that her legs were definitely stomping on the ground, because I saw her body moving up and down from time to time, even when the man wasn't thrusting forward.

The two of them maintained this position for about ten minutes. The man's forward-thrusting back gradually lowered, while my mother's buttocks kept thrusting back, sitting on the man's lap. The man pulled my mother towards him, holding her tightly with both hands, but their bodies continued to move. All I could hear in my headphones was the man's panting and my mother's moans; the movie sound I was receiving in my headphones was no longer so clear.

After another ten minutes or so, I noticed their movements were more vigorous than before, their bodies pressed closer together, and their breathing and moans more rapid. The penis in my hand also increased its speed.

"Sis...I'm coming, I can't hold on...ah...oh...I'm coming..." the man said to his mother.

"Me too...ah...oh...oh..." the mother also climaxed.

The man's head was pressed against the mother's back, and the mother's head leaned back. At this point, I couldn't hold on any longer either, but then I thought of something. I pulled the mother's panties down to the base of my penis, and as my semen shot out, I pulled the panties open, letting the semen land on the tissues I had prepared.

I collapsed onto the chair, and the mother and the others in front of me also collapsed onto chairs to rest. About five minutes later, I heard the mother say, "I have to go home now. It'll be troublesome if my son comes home and doesn't see me. Let me get up and wash." As she spoke, she fastened her bra and pulled down her tank top.

Upon hearing this, I threw my mother's underwear back from under the chair, hiding it completely underneath. The man helped my mother pick up the underwear, and she pulled her skirt down, took the underwear from him, put it in her small bag, brushed her hair aside, and left. The man followed her to the restroom, and as she walked, he touched her buttocks; my mother deliberately shook her buttocks. Their faces were turned towards the screen, so they couldn't see me.

Now was the time to leave. After they went into the restroom, I packed all my tools into my bag, retrieved my bicycle from the storage station, and rode towards home. I hid in a small tree two blocks from home, waiting for my mother to come home first.

At that moment, I couldn't help but imagine what my mother looked like wearing underwear stained with a little of my semen. About thirty minutes later, just when I thought Mom had taken another route home, a taxi stopped ahead. Mom, accompanied by a man, got out of the taxi. As it passed me, I overheard her saying,

"You're really bold, doing it again in the restroom! Rushing into the women's restroom like that, it's a good thing no one saw, otherwise it would have been troublesome." Mom scolded the man.

"You're just too beautiful, I couldn't resist. I won't do it again next time," the man said, scratching his head with a grin.

So they had done it again in the restroom, no wonder it took so long.

"Alright, that's enough!" Mom said to the man. The man wanted to kiss Mom, but she stopped him. He walked away in another direction, a little reluctantly, and I couldn't hear what he said after that.

About twenty minutes later, thinking Mom had finished packing, I went home from downstairs. When I got home, Mom's clothes were already washed, and she gently asked me if I was tired from playing ball. I just smiled at her.

While showering, the image of my gentle mother in my mind contrasted sharply with her wanton behavior, but her cries brought me back to reality. I quickly dried myself off and went to bed.
Chapter 3

In the blink of an eye, I was in high school. The intense study life and my parents' increasingly unstable positions at work as they aged were also affecting me. My mother was doing relatively better, while my father was on the verge of being laid off.

My mother's relationship with her company manager was decent, but it wasn't a matter of mutual respect; it was the result of my mother giving gifts every year. This manager had gained power when my mother was in her thirties, and my mother's relationship with him began then. During holidays, she would bring a lot of gifts to his house. My mother was the oldest woman in the company's office, in charge of fieldwork and union affairs.

That afternoon, around 2 PM, the school teachers were going to have an event, so students from several classes in our grade were dismissed early to go home and study. When I passed the parking lot at the intersection, I noticed something: my mother's manager's car was parked there.

Was my mother at home? I had seen the manager bring my mother home several times before. To my surprise, I saw her sitting in the car from the small staircase, and the manager's hand was inside her skirt. This led me to deduce that their relationship wasn't just that of superior and subordinate, but rather lovers. These days, anyone could keep their job by giving a few gifts; who wouldn't do it? But my mother had managed to keep her job for over ten years. There must be something going on.

My apartment has windows on all four sides, and it's the innermost room, usually deserted except for a few residents. Knowing my mother and her family might be home, I didn't rush back. I just wandered around the perimeter of the apartment. When I reached the window closest to the living room, the curtains were indeed drawn, but the window wasn't completely closed; there was a small gap.

I gently lifted the curtain a little with a pen, and sure enough, as I suspected, my mother was inside, calling out to her manager.

My mother was wearing a pale yellow suit, with a blazer over which I could see a white lace vest. I was certain she wasn't wearing a bra today, because she always wore this bra without one, as it already had cups. The bottom of the vest just barely covered her breasts; it was one of my mother's favorite bras. The

suit skirt reached her thighs, and flesh-colored, slightly patterned stockings covered her slender legs. Her white buckled high heels were now scattered on the floor.

My mother was half-lying on the manager, who held a wine glass in one hand, sipping his XO while passionately kissing my mother from time to time.

The manager was a plump, fair-skinned man, about the same height as my mother, but his large belly was clearly from overeating. My mother lay limp and motionless in his arms, like a snake, letting him grope her body. Her small feet, which had been wearing white buckled high heels, were now in my favorite pink high-heeled slippers with bows at the toes. One foot was on the ground, while the other twirled on her big toe, looking extremely alluring.

The manager took a sip of his drink, lowered his head, and brought his mouth to my mother's. My mother, understanding, opened her cherry-like lips, and the manager poured the drink into her mouth. Then, he took the wine glass from his right hand and placed it on the tea table, but his right hand never left my mother's body, nor her mouth; even when setting down the glass, he held her close.

The manager's hand had now slipped inside my mother's skirt, pulling down her yellow, heart-shaped, transparent lace panties to her thigh. My mother, her eyes glazed with desire, was thoroughly enjoying herself, while the manager's fingers moved incessantly beneath her. Her feet shifted positions on the floor, her little toes curling tightly inside her stockings, clearly indicating the intense stimulation she was experiencing.

Just as I was about to continue watching, I heard someone coming down the stairs. I immediately stepped away from the window, seemingly heading home. Sure enough, it was Uncle Li from upstairs.

We exchanged greetings; he seemed to be in a hurry too, and he walked out of the complex without a word.

I knew my mother and uncle must have heard me greeting Uncle Li, so I quickly opened the door and went inside.

But this time, I was mistaken. The two of them were still on the sofa, not yet separated.

"Good morning, Manager," I greeted him politely, though I hated him to death.

"Good morning, what's up? School's out?" the manager said, his face flushed and reeking of alcohol.

"No, I just came back to grab something, I'll be leaving in a bit." I immediately went back to my room and grabbed something. But as I passed them on my way back, I glanced at them and noticed that the manager's hands were wet, and it was the same hand that had just been inside my mother's crotch. There was also a yellow lace trim on the edge of my mother's skirt—ah, it was her underwear. She hadn't had time to pull it up, so it was hidden inside.

I knew they were definitely going to continue. I grabbed my things and left the room, intending to go out, because there was a long corridor between my house and the living room. As I walked, I opened the door and slammed it shut, but actually, I slipped into the storage room and didn't leave. I quickly went to the small window in the storage room, and as soon as my mother and the manager saw me leave, they immediately hugged each other again.

"You scared me to death, something almost happened," my mother said.

"Well, Qiuying, what are we waiting for? Come on," the manager said, already starting to take off his clothes.

Mom also took off her top, which was indeed the white lace camisole. The manager hugged Mom and pressed her onto his lap. Mom, being sensible, unzipped the manager's zipper, revealing his penis. However, it wasn't a large, erect penis; it was just a soft, limp penis.

The mother got off the sofa, knelt on the floor, lowered her head, and took the manager's penis from below. She tried to tighten her lips, while the manager kept playing with her hair, pulling it into a ponytail from time to time. The mother gently pulled away from his penis, but just as her mouth was sucking on the tip, he pressed her head down again.

The mother's left hand was on the inside of the manager's thigh, while her right hand was on his testicles. With her slender fingers, she licked his testicles and buttocks. The manager breathed heavily in pleasure.

"Qiuying, you're licking so well, it feels so good, oh!" he exclaimed joyfully, because at this moment the mother sucked his testicles into her mouth and pressed his penis with the tip of her nose. Then, she spat out his testicles and started licking from the base of the manager's penis. After reaching the tip, she gently licked the tip of the glans with the tip of her tongue in circles.

The manager then bent down, pulled up Mom's short skirt, exposing her bare genitals, and dragged the white straps of her camisole down to her arms, revealing her half-exposed breasts, sparse pubic hair, firm lower abdomen, rounded buttocks, and small feet clad in pink high-heeled sandals—all masterpieces of nature.

I was mesmerized, and the manager was even more so. As he bent down, he pressed Mom's head down, but her face was turned towards me, so I could clearly see her expression. It was full of pain.

When the manager straightened up, he pulled his penis out of Mom's mouth; what was once a small thing now resembled a large eagle. It was covered in Mom's saliva and the manager's secretions.

"Qiu Ying, you little bitch, you licked pretty well. How do you want me to fuck you?" The manager's alcohol was starting to take effect again.

"Let's do it from behind," Mom said, her head lowered and her face flushed.

The manager shoved Mom, and she fell onto the sofa, her right leg kneeling on the sofa while her left leg was on the floor. She still wore her high heels, which aroused the manager's lust.

He positioned his penis at Mom's entrance, but didn't insert it. He only moved it around the outside. Mom became visibly anxious.

"Good man, hurry up, I can't take it anymore, fuck me!" She didn't know when they would return.

It turned out Mom hadn't forgotten my presence.

"Little bitch, I'm here," the manager said, thrusting his penis in all at once. From my angle, I could clearly see their position and the point of contact.

Mom's bra was pulled up to her abdomen, and her pear-shaped breasts swayed back and forth with each thrust. The sound of Mom's large buttocks hitting the manager's abdomen echoed in the living room.

"Manager, you're so good, ah, so good," Mom cried out ecstatically.

"Qiuying, this afternoon at lunch, Lao Zheng sat next to you, and his eyes kept glancing at you. I was really annoyed." The manager said, thrusting his lower body forcefully.

"Don't do that, he's my husband's old comrade-in-arms, ah, be gentle, you rascal." At this moment, the manager was forcefully squeezing the mother's breasts and pinching her nipples with his fingers, causing the mother to cry out in pain.

"What old comrade-in-arms? I could tell from his lecherous look the moment I saw him." The manager had now brought the mother to the edge of the sofa, but the armrest blocked her, otherwise she might have been pushed off.

"My husband only kept his job because of him, don't do this. Mmm." The manager seemed to get even more excited when the mother mentioned her father, and he would slap her buttocks from time to time, until they were red. Finally, to stop the mother from speaking, he even put his fingers into her mouth.

"You little bitch, don't think I didn't see it. During dinner, under the table, his fingers were inside, and your hand was inside his pants too. What others can't see, I saw clearly. If he weren't my superior, I would have had him crippled long ago. Daring to touch my woman. He really doesn't want to live." The manager was venting his anger under the influence of alcohol.

At this moment, the manager pulled out his penis and spread the mother's buttocks apart. With the mother's vaginal fluid, he squeezed his penis little by little into the mother's anus.

"You're doing it again. Why do you like it here? Ah, it hurts, be gentle." The mother started to cry out in pain again.

The manager then put the mother's hands on the ground, and held her legs, walking forward. The mother had to crawl forward on her hands. The manager's goal was the mother's bedroom. As he walked forward, and the mother didn't crawl forward, his penis was deeply inserted into the mother's anus. Although the distance was short, the mother was so fucked that her saliva dripped onto the ground.

I cleverly moved to the other side of the storage room. The window there faced my parents' room. They were already inside. My mother was lying face down on the bed, her hair disheveled, while the manager, still heavily pregnant, was penetrating her anus from behind.

After a while, the manager noticed my mother wasn't responding. He pulled out his penis, turned her over, and pressed his entire body against hers, like a mountain of flesh.

"Manager, please have mercy! You're so heavy! Be gentle, don't bite so hard!" It turned out that seeing my mother wasn't moving much, the manager had pressed himself against her again, trying to arouse her once more. He was using every trick in the book to fuck her. My mother's wavy hair, from the bed, had transformed into a waterfall cascading down the side of the bed due to the manager's constant movements. When the manager tried to insert his penis back into my mother's body, she stopped him.

"Wait a minute." At that moment, my mother turned and took out a condom from her bag. The manager took it and looked at it.

"Fruit flavor, but not just one a day. I'd eat it three times a day for you," the manager teased his mother with the advertisement's lyrics.

"You rascal, come on," the mother slapped the manager's penis, put on the condom, and lay back down on the bed. She bent her legs and took off her bra and skirt. She stretched her right foot, still wearing pink high-heeled slippers, in front of the manager, while her left foot circled his erect penis, which was still kneeling on the bed, occasionally touching it.

The manager, like a madman, grabbed the mother's feet, removed her pink high-heeled slippers, and kissed her flesh-colored patterned stockings incessantly.

He sucked on her toes, biting them lightly, leaving hickeys all over her insteps. The mother held her breasts, gently pinching them with her fingertips. His kisses left her stockings covered in his saliva, and her breasts were no exception, covered in his saliva and other marks.

He thrust his penis into his mother's vagina again, panting heavily and shouting,

"Qiuying, it feels so good! I want to fuck you every day, I want to fuck you to death!" He was incoherent.

"Fuck me to death if you can, yours is so big, it's filling me up. God!" His mother echoed.

He thrust horizontally and vertically, constantly changing positions, trying not to ejaculate too quickly. His mother could barely scream anymore, only moaning softly. The man's panting and the woman's moans filled the room.

Finally, the manager couldn't hold back any longer. He turned his mother around, placed a pillow under her abdomen to raise her buttocks higher, and thrust in forcefully again. Despite his age, his energy was still boundless. His mother's head was buried deep in the pillow in front of her, her expression completely hidden.

After thrusting for a while longer, he increased his speed. Then he shouted, and his mother lay limp on the bed like a lump of mud, unable to move. I knew it was time for me to leave. I opened the door to the storage room and tiptoed out.

I don't know how much time passed, but it was probably around five o'clock when I got home. My mother had already finished washing up and looked as beautiful as ever. But I found the condoms they had used in the trash can, with something inside. I don't need to say what it was.

However, today, a new question has arisen in my mind: is it true that Mom and Uncle Zheng are having an affair, as the manager claims?
Chapter Four.

I carried this question with me through the night, but during this time, Mom didn't do anything. Although I paid close attention to her movements, she never brought any men home or spoke to them on the phone. My parents' lives remained unchanged; only my heart changed, anticipating Mom's next infidelity.

We didn't see Uncle Zheng often; he would sometimes talk to my father on the phone and arrange to go fishing together. This is why they were still together after so many years.

Uncle Zheng's official position had risen from personnel director to deputy director. Although my parents didn't work at the same factory, they belonged to the same system. Both my parents were supposedly connected to Deputy Director Zheng. My father, who was supposed to be laid off, immediately kept his position, and my mother, because of Uncle Zheng's relationship with the factory director, remained firmly in her original position.

Uncle Zheng's former subordinate was the factory manager of my mother's factory. His son was getting married, and of course, the old leader had to be invited. Regardless of how Uncle Zheng felt about my mother after they slept together, Uncle Zheng had at least shown him kindness. Women are ultimately just external things. Although there weren't many beauties like my mother who could be his concubine, he had to suppress his desires to prevent anyone from letting Uncle Zheng know about their affair; otherwise, his future wouldn't be so bright.

Uncle Zheng was a young cadre who had been highly regarded by the higher-ups in recent years. After transferring from the military, he was at the same level as my mother's factory manager, but his abilities were far superior. In just a few years, he rose from deputy section chief to section chief, like taking a helicopter ride, becoming the deputy director of the textile bureau in his forties. The factory manager, due to his past partnership with Uncle Zheng, also became the factory manager.

This wedding banquet was mostly attended by leaders, including family members, textile bureau officials, and factory managers. The factory director, being tactful, seated my mother and Uncle Zheng together. My mother brought me along, seeing this as a good opportunity to observe them.

Since everyone present was either the director's relative or colleague, he was incredibly busy. I finally met his wife; she was indeed a rather plain-looking woman, nothing like my mother. There weren't many women in my mother's office either, mostly young girls, but they were mostly children and wives of leaders, and their looks were average. I suppose he wouldn't, and wouldn't, make a move on them. Although there were rumors about my mother and Uncle Zheng, he had no choice but to ignore them and focus on my mother.

Today, my mother wore a black lace dress. The upper part was made of sheer fabric, and although there was a layer of clothing underneath, my mother's full breasts stretched the dress, revealing a deep cleavage.

The sleeves and shoulders of the dress were made of sheer tulle, while the area below the bust was lace. Because my mother wore a matching half-cup lace bra, it wasn't visible from the outside, making it appear as if she wasn't wearing anything underneath. The skirt only reached my mother's thighs, with a lace hem that allowed a clear view up to five centimeters from below. The upper part was also semi-transparent, clearly showing the outline of my mother's beautiful legs.

My mother wore black stockings and matching buckled high heels, which made her buttocks appear even more pointed.

Compared to the women around her, my mother attracted more attention. People at other tables frequently glanced in our direction or came over to greet Uncle Zheng, but I noticed their gazes were fixed on my mother. In my eyes, they were all a bunch of scoundrels, but my mother seemed to enjoy it, smiling and chatting with her female companions.

Her slightly reddish hair was styled in a bun, revealing her snow-white neck, from which hung a delicate gold chain. The pendant dangled into her deep cleavage, which, though hidden under her clothes, was still incredibly alluring.

From the outside, Mom and Uncle Zheng appeared to be completely unremarkable. I was actually paying close attention to their movements, but they didn't do anything, making me doubt the factory manager's claims.

Because my old school was also a school for the textile bureau's children, many of my former elementary school classmates were also at the banquet. We gathered together, chatting and laughing, and the so-called eating was just occasional bites. My mom complained that bringing me along made me feel like a wild horse. But Uncle Zheng didn't say anything, just smiled and watched us.

But I was different from them. I kept a close eye on the two of them. They exchanged glances from time to time, but I noticed every single one. The moment I had been waiting for finally arrived. My mother walked away first, and I deliberately followed her. She went down to the floor below where we were eating, and I followed her warily. My mother looked around and then slipped inside.

I was sure that someone else would go in after her, but I didn't know who it would be. I slipped into an empty private room next door and opened the door a crack. In less than five minutes, someone came in. It was him.

Uncle Zheng.

Like my mother, he looked around, and when he was sure no one was there, he opened the door and slipped inside. I followed him out and quickly walked to the room. The room wasn't fully closed, just locked, and a strong smell of seasonings wafted out. I assumed it was a storage room for seasonings, but usually, these places should be staffed. Why was no one there? I was completely baffled, but I didn't have time to think about it. I quietly opened the door and slipped inside.

The storage room was huge, filled with metal shelves, box after box of seasonings. The lighting was dim, with many areas completely dark. I walked through the dark areas, only finding some light at the very back. I tiptoed in, and as I approached the back, two figures appeared before me. Sure enough, it was my mother and Uncle Zheng.

My mother and Uncle Zheng were already embracing. My mother was indeed having an affair with Uncle Zheng. I could hear them whispering to each other.

"Is everything really alright here, Lao Zheng?"

"Don't worry, don't worry, Qiu Ying. Think about it, the condiment warehouse that used to require someone to guard it is now completely empty. Do you think it's safe?"

"Lao Zheng, what are you doing?" Mom asked Uncle Zheng.

"Qiu Ying, you little bitch, don't ask so many questions. Just serve me well now." Uncle Zheng said as he reached his hand inside Mom's skirt.

"Lao Zheng, let's keep it down, I'm scared, ah." Uncle Zheng's hand was clearly already inside Mom's panties.

"Little bitch, you're quite obedient, you did exactly as I said."

Uncle Zheng rolled up Mom's skirt, revealing a pair of wide lace-trimmed stockings hanging from a black garter belt, and a pair of completely transparent lace-trimmed panties with a heart-shaped design at the waist, held up by only two ribbons. Mom's panties were now pulled to one side, her hands resting on the iron racks on either side, letting Uncle Zheng play with her genitals.

Uncle Zheng inserted his finger into Mom's vagina, but pulled it out after only a few thrusts and stood up.

"You little bitch, you're already wet so quickly, you need to be fucked!"

"Old Zheng, don't do this, just hurry up and fuck me, I'm afraid someone will come looking for me."

"Okay, okay, okay. Qiu Ying, then you lick me first."

Mom knelt on the ground, while Uncle Zheng sat on a box containing Jiujiang liquor, his hands supporting him. Mom's upper body was pressed against Uncle Zheng's lower body, which was already exposed by his trousers. She reached behind her to unzip her pants, and Uncle Zheng immediately did so. From behind, I could see Mom's black half-cup bra. To get a better look, I moved to the front. The thin chain with the pendant rested perfectly on Mom's deep cleavage. Mom's large breasts rubbed against Uncle Zheng's lower body, which was still clad in underwear.

"Ah, so comfortable, you little bitch, your technique is getting better and better." Uncle Zheng seemed to be thoroughly enjoying Mom's actions.

Mom's dress wasn't completely off; only the front part was pulled down, and the arms were still on. While pressing her large breasts against Uncle Zheng, she reached down to his bare thighs, gently stroking them with her slender fingers.

"Come on, lick it, Qiuying. We don't have that much time," Uncle Zheng urged.

Mom obediently pulled Uncle Zheng's penis out of her underwear. The once soft penis, now hardened by Mom's breasts, had become a large, fleshy worm.

Mom sucked Uncle Zheng's penis into her mouth, and Uncle Zheng, in ecstasy, pressed his hand against Mom's head.

"Qiuying, your oral skills are getting better and better. You're licking me so well," Uncle Zheng made no attempt to hide his thoughts.

Mom then released Uncle Zheng's penis, gently holding it and unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. Her slender fingers lightly brushed against Uncle Zheng's upper body, making Uncle Zheng so aroused that his tongue lolled out.

Mom's left hand gently held his penis, pressing close to Uncle Zheng's side, and she extended her tongue, lightly licking his nipples, while her body moved rhythmically, rubbing her proud breasts against Uncle Zheng's body.

Uncle Zheng held Mom's head with his left hand, making her lick her right nipple before moving on to her left, while his other hand slipped inside her black lace demi-cup bra, grasping her breast. Because it wasn't completely pressed down, I could clearly see the marks of his fingers moving inside the bra, near her nipples, and Mom moaned softly under Uncle Zheng's influence.

Uncle Zheng's nipples were covered in Mom's saliva. Then Mom knelt down again, her hand still gently stroking his penis, but her mouth was now on Uncle Zheng's testicles. From my angle, I couldn't see Mom's movements clearly, but I believed she was trying very hard. Uncle Zheng, who had been supporting himself with his hands to watch Mom, was now slumped against the box, no longer looking at her, just breathing heavily.

"Qiuying, sit on top, hurry up," Uncle Zheng urged Mom.

Without taking off her clothes, Mom sat on Uncle Zheng's lap as before. She pulled Uncle Zheng's hands to her breasts, and her hands to his. Uncle Zheng pulled down Mom's bra, the black bra hanging on her lower abdomen. Parts of her dress clung to her forearms, and her garter belts were pulled open to facilitate Uncle Zheng's penetration. Her lace panties were off and placed on her handbag. The buckles of her high heels reflected glittering light in the dim light. Mom's straddling Uncle Zheng's lap was incredibly lewd.

"Old Zheng, your penis is so hot and so big," Mom began to whisper lewd words to Uncle Zheng.

"Qiuying, you're so tight down there, let me suckle your breasts." As he spoke, Uncle Zheng, who had been sleeping on the box, straightened up and hugged Mom's arms, pressing them close to her body, making her breasts appear even larger. He kissed her nipples incessantly, then lifted her breasts with his mouth, moving his lips, teeth, and tongue across them. Mom placed her hands on Uncle Zheng's head, forcefully pressing his head into her deep cleavage. Meanwhile,

their intercourse below didn't slow down despite the passionate movements above. Mom's buttocks sat on Uncle Zheng's penis, grinding against it, her legs, due to the change in position, were placed on the box, tightly clamping Uncle Zheng's buttocks.

"Old Zheng, harder! I really miss you. I don't know when I'll be able to come again."

"Qiu Ying, it's okay. There will be other opportunities. As long as I'm still in power, I'll take care of you two. Don't tell me your husband is my old comrade-in-arms; I'll help you to the death just because of you."

"People say, 'Don't mess with a friend's wife.' You've done more than just messed with her. How many times have you slept with me? Ouch, don't bite so hard! It hurts, it's killing me." The two men's lewd moans echoed in the warehouse.

At this moment, Uncle Zheng's phone rang. Uncle Zheng and his mother immediately stopped what they were doing. Uncle Zheng listened to the phone; it seemed to be his wife calling. He mumbled a reply and then hung up.

"Qiu Ying, get up. I'm going to have you from behind," Uncle Zheng said as he stood up and lowered his mother's legs, which had been hanging around his waist.

Mom gripped the metal rack with both hands, her buttocks raised, facing Uncle Zheng with an incredibly alluring pose. Uncle Zheng held Mom's buttocks and thrust forward forcefully, but didn't penetrate, only gently rubbing his penis against her buttocks.

Mom's body thrust forward, her originally arched buttocks now leaning forward even more under Uncle Zheng's thrusts, her bare breasts hanging upside down like pears. Uncle Zheng's chest pressed against Mom's back, his tongue licking and gently biting her snow-white back, her pink neck with a few stray hairs falling down, and her sensual earlobes.

"Old Zheng, I want more, I want more, grab my breasts, I feel so uncomfortable." Mom was starting to go crazy.

Uncle Zheng lifted Mom's right thigh and placed it on the second shelf of the metal rack, spreading her legs apart. Only then did Uncle Zheng place his penis at the entrance of her vagina.

"Qiu Ying, what do you want? I didn't hear you clearly." Uncle Zheng was clearly toying with Mom.

"I want you to fuck me, you rascal. Stop playing with me, come on." Mom had no shame anymore.

Uncle Zheng grinned lewdly and thrust his penis inside. His hands sometimes reached down to grab and squeeze Mom's breasts, sometimes down to caress her lower abdomen, and rubbed her clitoris incessantly.

Mom's left leg, which was standing on the ground, and her right leg, which was hanging from the iron frame, kept moving incessantly. Only with Uncle Zheng's support could she not fall. Even Uncle Zheng couldn't help but comment on the strength with which she gripped the iron frame.

"Qiuying, don't be so tense, relax."

Mom turned her face at this moment, and Uncle Zheng, knowing the opportunity, moved his face closer. Mom's right hand, which was originally gripping the iron frame, turned around and hugged Uncle Zheng's head. Their mouths were joined together, and only the sound of their kissing could be heard. Their throats were moving incessantly, and when they occasionally separated, their tongues were intertwined. The actions below didn't stop. Uncle Zheng's waist continued to thrust forward, while Mom's buttocks kept pushing backward, as if afraid their union wasn't complete enough.

After what seemed like an eternity, Uncle Zheng withdrew his hands, embracing Mom's waist, and thrust forward with increased speed. Mom's hands, holding Uncle Zheng's head, tightened their grip, both lost in their passion. Finally, they both groaned, standing there, slowly leaning against the metal rack.

They collapsed onto the boxes, caressing each other.

"Qiuying, I really want to do it again."

"Forget it, they're still waiting for us outside. We can contact them by phone. Let's hurry up and get ready."

Mom struggled to get up, cleaning herself and putting on her clothes. Uncle Zheng dressed quickly as well. Before leaving, they caressed each other again and left the warehouse. I, of course, followed them.

When I returned to the banquet, most people had already left, and Uncle Zheng had also left. My mother had reapplied her makeup. If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes, who would believe that my mother had just been so lewd? I casually led my mother home, but that night, thinking about my mother's lewd behavior, I masturbated several times before finally falling asleep.
Chapter Five:

Uncle Zheng became the deputy director of the Textile Bureau. Of course, my father, who had almost been laid off, also rose in rank thanks to this connection. He went from being just a boiler room worker to a logistics officer, though he still managed the boiler room. His salary increased, and the days of working three shifts were gone. He became an official in the government office, and his former colleagues were all envious of him.

But this good fortune didn't last long. My father, who was in charge of logistics, was transferred by the factory manager to a long-term supervisor position in a southern provincial capital. It sounded like a promotion and a higher salary, but it meant being thousands of miles away from us. My father was very anxious and asked Uncle Zheng for advice that very evening. To my surprise, Uncle Zheng strongly recommended the job, even teaching him many work-related methods and promising to take good care of my mother and me.

I thought to myself, "You'll definitely take good care of my mother. With my father gone, you'll have many more opportunities to visit her."

Because the factory manager's former secretary went on maternity leave, and due to the manager's relationship with my mother, or perhaps because of Uncle Zheng, my mother was temporarily transferred from the relatively relaxed union department to become the manager's assistant. Her work became much busier than before. The days when I could come home to a meal immediately were gone. She often didn't come home until 9 or 10 pm. Fortunately, my grades were good, and since I hadn't graduated yet, my mother was relatively lenient with me.

Next to the boiler room where my father used to work, there was a small room with 24-hour hot water. My mother and I used to often go there to shower, but after we moved to a new dormitory where we had a water heater at home, we stopped going there. I only sometimes shower there after playing basketball before going home.

It was past 10 PM. Having just finished playing basketball, I slowly walked from school to the boiler room, intending to take a shower. Because of my dad, I knew all the boiler workers there. But to my surprise, the man I saw having an affair with my mother at the movie theater was also a worker in this boiler room.

I thought maybe he had hanged her while she was showering here. Whenever I thought about this, I felt incredibly excited. Those boiler workers were all big and burly, covered in oil and sweat. What would it look like if they were on top of my mother? I wanted to see it with my own eyes.

As usual, I carried my schoolbag to the boiler room. There were only a few people there now. Usually, there were two people on duty at night. Because the boiler room was on my way home but quite far from the factory area, it was usually deserted at this time. Only one of the east and west doors was open, but today was very unusual; both doors were closed. I didn't know what had happened. I went around to the window of the boiler workers' break room to ask them to open the door for me, but what I saw was something I never expected.

Through the curtains, I saw a woman sitting at a desk in the boiler room break room. A man's head was buried between her legs, and she had her legs on his back. His hands were wrapped around her thighs, and he was thrusting his head further in.

This erotic scene immediately made my heart race. I slowly crept over and peeked through the gap in the window. The woman was wearing a light blue, sheer floral blouse. I could clearly see that the left bra strap was pulled down to her shoulder, and the blouse was unbuttoned, the bra hanging loosely over her breasts. A matching semi-transparent skirt lay on the floor like a rag.

Her legs were bare, clearly without stockings, except for a pair of sky-blue buckled high heels on her slender, long feet.

When I looked down further, I saw that the woman's hands were bound, pressed against the man's head. The bindings were actually her flesh-colored stockings. Her hair was wet and shiny, indicating she had just washed it. Her hair obscured her face, preventing me from seeing clearly.

Then, I heard a sound nearby. A man, more accurately a boiler operator, stood a few meters away from the couple, taking off his work clothes, revealing a muscular physique. He slowly climbed onto the desk, stood next to the woman, and pulled her face towards him, removing his safety helmet.

The moment I'd been waiting for finally arrived. I wanted to see who these people were, daring to do such things at this time.

Good heavens! The man was the factory manager's brother, a hoodlum who only got a job at the factory because of his brother. And the man who had been beneath the woman

stood up—it was one of my mother's lovers, Old Li from the movie theater.

But I hadn't seen the woman's face yet, only a pearl necklace around her neck. Two men were kissing her face, one on each side, licking her ears, and spreading her legs wide, placing them in an M-shape between their thighs. The heels of her high heels were hanging on the table. They untied her stockings and each pulled one of her hands into their trousers, massaging their erect penises. Nearby, the factory manager's brother was sucking on one of her breasts, making sucking sounds.

Only then did I realize that this woman was... my mother.

By this time, the three men inside were fully engaged. Old Li stood on the chair in front of the desk, placing his penis near Mom's mouth. Mom sucked it in. I tiptoed to the other window, hoping to get a better view. Only then could I see clearly that Mom was wearing white, completely transparent low-rise panties with only a few small patterns near the waistband. After being caressed, Mom's uterus was stimulated and contracted, her cervix lengthened, and a large amount of vaginal fluid was secreted, making the panties even more transparent and clinging tightly to her labia. I could even see the wetness on them from where I was.

Old Li pulled out his penis, pulled Mom down, and made her lie face down on the desk. He re-tied her stockings, made her elbows rest on the desk, and gently and slowly pulled Mom's already wet panties down from her buttocks. He then spread Mom's legs and, holding his penis which Mom had just moistened with her mouth, thrust it in.

"Oh, why are you so fast? Rushing to catch the train, Lao Li?" the factory manager's brother asked, helping his mother up and making her lie on his lap while he thrust his penis into her mouth.

"No, Xiao Jie often comes here to shower after playing basketball, we have to hurry. Don't be so calm, Xiao Zhang," Lao Li said to the factory manager's brother.

When the mother heard that I would come here to shower, she became visibly nervous. Her mouth, which had been slowly sucking on Xiao Zhang's testicles, began to move harder. She held Xiao Zhang's penis and sucked it rapidly, moving it up and down.

Lao Li was also thrusting forward from behind, fucking his mother while turning her hands around and taking off her already sweaty, semi-transparent shirt. Xiao Zhang also reached in front of his mother and pulled her already unhooked white lace bra onto her hands, but couldn't take it off. He didn't care and tied the bra to his mother's hands like stockings.

I stood outside, and at that moment, I couldn't hold back any longer. I reached into my pants, took out my penis, and started moving.

"Hurry up, can you two finish this quickly? Xiao Jie might be here soon," my mother pleaded with the two of them.

"Okay, but you have to tell us about what happened when you were serving my brother and the client, haha." Xiao Zhang leered as he turned my mother over and put her on top of him.

At this point, besides a pair of sky-blue buckled high heels and a pearl necklace, Mom was naked. She was forced to lie on top of Xiao Zhang, while Lao Li knelt behind her. Mom's slender fingers gently stroked Xiao Zhang's nipples, occasionally licking them lightly with her tongue. Lao Li forcefully spread Mom's buttocks apart.

"Qiu Ying, have you washed your buttocks? Is there still their semen?" Lao Li asked Mom.

"Yes, hurry up, okay? I'm afraid of Xiao Jie." Mom's voice became urgent. It seemed that Xiao Zhang was quite skilled.

Lao Li placed his penis on Mom's buttocks and slowly rubbed it with Mom's vaginal fluid, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry. Instead, Mom couldn't hold back first.

"Hurry up, ah, Lao Li, hurry up and put it in, my back is so itchy." Mom said.

"Haha, you little bitch, where do you want it?" Lao Li mocked Mom.

"You know." Mom said softly, blushing.

"Did the factory manager sleep with the client while we were eating?" Xiao Zhang asked.

"Yes, don't ask anymore, ah, ah... be gentle, don't bite, it hurts."

It turned out that after asking his mother, Xiao Zhang immediately put her nipple in his mouth and started biting it. It was clear that this wasn't the first time Lao Li and Xiao Zhang had worked together. When Lao Li pulled his penis out of his mother's anus, Xiao Zhang's penis inside her vagina would thrust forward. When Xiao Zhang pulled out, Lao Li would thrust in as well. When Xiao Zhang sucked and bit his mother's breasts from the front, Lao Li would pull his mother's head up, and the two would kiss, their saliva constantly pouring into each other's mouths, their tongues intertwined.

When Xiao Zhang held his mother's head and kissed her, Lao Li would put his hands under his mother's armpits and constantly stroke her nipples with his fingers, or squeeze his mother's entire breast until it was deformed. Perhaps because of the pleasure, the tips of his mother's high heels kept tapping on the desk. Her chestnut-red hair, still damp, flew in the air. The white pearl necklace was tossed back and forth, appearing particularly dazzling.

"If I hadn't seen my brother taking this bitch to a client's hotel room that time, we would never have been able to sleep with such a beautiful woman. Right, Lao Li?" Xiao Zhang said breathlessly.

"Yeah, anyway, she, ah, after entertaining a client, she has to come and shower before she dares to go home. We can sleep with her long-term," Lao Li echoed intermittently.

In the boiler room, a petite and exquisitely beautiful woman was bound hand-to-hand between two burly, sweaty men, constantly emitting seductive moans and groans. The men's panting and the woman's moans echoed in the silent night air within the compressed room, forming an obscene picture.

I don't know how much time passed, but I also reached my climax, my semen slapping against the wall outside the boiler room with the thrusting of my hand.

The men inside screamed simultaneously, all three reaching orgasm at the same time. My mother's vagina and anus were simultaneously filled with the semen from our second intercourse that day.

Ignoring my already exhausted legs, I hurried home to shower.

Some time later, I saw my mother dragging her weary body home. Of course, I was already in bed by then.

Epilogue:

"The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please leave your message after hearing one beep."

"Son, Mom has something to do tonight and can't come home, ah."

In the room, a large, fat man was having sex with a young woman from behind. The woman was calling home.

"Miss Wu, hang up now. Come on, let's have some more fun. Your factory manager promised me, tonight you're mine."

The fat man flipped the woman over and pressed down on her, the bed creaking. Under the bed, a teenage boy strained his neck, looking at his reflection in the mirror on the bedside table. This reflection was something he wanted to see, yet also something he didn't want to see. Of course, this boy was me. Was it right or wrong for me to use this key to investigate my mother's secret room? I didn't know.

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