[The Raped Mother] (Complete)

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This is a long-buried memory, never mentioned to anyone. Although many years have passed,
the scenes from that night
frequently , becoming clearer with age rather than fading.

Because I was so young, I don't know the exact time, only that it was a rainy summer night. I was only five years old
and still in kindergarten, and I know it was a Sunday because kindergarten was closed that day. I remember my mother
was on the afternoon shift that day, usually from 12:00 to 20:00 or 12:30 to 20:30. I
played in my mother's office all afternoon, and the aunties gave me lots of delicious food and toys. I was too young to have a
sense of time; I only remember that it was already dark when I left work, and it was incredibly hot and humid. Halfway home, it suddenly started raining, and the rain got heavier and heavier
.

If I had brought a raincoat, or if my mother wasn't on the afternoon shift, or if it wasn't Sunday and she had taken a different
route to pick me up from kindergarten, this wouldn't have happened. Sometimes I wonder why fate arranged it this way, letting
me witness something that no one else could possibly understand. Perhaps you were woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of your bed
shaking or your mother moaning when you were little, or perhaps you accidentally witnessed your parents having sex
. But I unfortunately witnessed my young and beautiful mother having sex with a strange man.

(Typing on a phone is hard work, please understand. This incident has been lingering in my mind for years, like
an unsolved case, with many questions and clues, and some points I can't seem to understand despite repeated contemplation. It might be
a bit disorganized, I hope you won't mind.)

Continuing, I remember it was very dark when I passed through a dead end. On one side was the school campus, and on the other was a demolition area.
Besides the long school wall, there were only ruins along the road. Finally, I found a house with its doors and windows
removed take shelter from the rain. There were very few pedestrians on the road at that time, and only one or two cars occasionally passed by. In those
days, cell phones weren't common, and my mother couldn't bear to abandon the bicycle and take a taxi home, so I had no choice but to obediently sit in the baby seat on the back of
the bicycle .

The rain grew heavier, intermittently accompanied by flashes of lightning. The spot where we had taken shelter was now dark due to demolition, with only the dim streetlights far across
the street . I don't know how much time passed, but perhaps not long, because through years of repeated
reflection and analysis, I concluded the incident likely began between 8:40 and 9:40 PM. It
only took my mother seven or eight minutes to cycle from work to the scene; I've calculated this time on numerous occasions. I've also analyzed the perpetrator's identity
in various ways.

Normally, there's a good flow of people at this time, but the heavy rain and the demolition area meant there were very few pedestrians.
I remember what the rapist looked like when he appeared: he was very tall, probably over 180 cm, wearing a black raincoat, walking
hurriedly. He paused briefly beside my mother, glanced at her, and then hurried on. A while later, he returned
, this time walking more slowly, looking around furtively. He paused briefly beside my mother, sized her up,
and then slowly walked into a nearby alley. A little while later, I heard the sound of running footsteps in the distance,
stopping behind me.

He walked to my mother's side, his back to us, and looked around for a while. Suddenly, he turned around, and
my mother screamed, blocking my way. I was behind my mother at that moment, and I didn't know what had happened,
or how had silenced her. I only heard their conversation: he kept
threatening and urging my mother to go into the alley, while she kept begging him to let us go.

Based on this, I personally believe the perpetrator's actions weren't premeditated; he simply happened to pass by and saw a pretty mother
with a child and acted on impulse. I wonder if others agree with my judgment. However, why he was so
audacious remains a mystery. I heard his voice was very young, panicked, and agitated, while my mother
's voice was calm as she told him, "How much money do you want? I'll give it to you. If it's not enough, I'll go home and get more." Perhaps it was his
age that made my mother lower her guard, thinking he just wanted to rob her. "Enough talk, go into the alley."

After a brief standoff, he pulled my mother away, gesturing to hug me. My mother, protecting me, pleaded. He then turned on
a flashlight—one of those high-powered flashlights powered by three batteries—and pointed it into the alley, telling my mother to hurry into the alley
and give him the money .

I don't know if my mother truly believed that losing her belongings would guarantee her safety, or if she
would have obeyed if she knew what was about to happen. Following the flashlight's beam, my mother pushed the bicycle into the dark alley,
her footsteps following behind. On both sides of the alley were rubble from demolition. Suddenly, he snatched the bicycle
and turned an even smaller alley. My mother clung tightly to the bicycle, saying, "Here, take the bicycle. I'll take the child down.

" He then pushed the bicycle into a house that hadn't been demolished. "Give me the child! Give me the child!" my mother
cried as she followed him inside. The room was empty, with some odds and ends scattered on the floor. He pushed his bicycle to the far
end . Because of the darkness and the rain, I cried loudly. My mother quickly came over to comfort me, telling me that the uncle would let me play
games, and not to be afraid. She brought out food and toys that the aunties had given me to play with. I had no choice but to sit obediently in my high
chair and watch the game that was about to unfold.

I looked up and saw that the black raincoat had been taken off. I will never forget what I saw: a tall,
thin figure stood in the doorway, wearing a t-shirt and athletic shorts, with short hair. He didn't look like a bad guy. His voice and appearance
suggested that he was not very old, probably under twenty, maybe even only sixteen or seventeen. He spoke Mandarin
with a non-local accent. Was he a student? A migrant worker? A tourist? In short, he wasn't a local. His identity remained
a question. There was only one high school nearby, and high school students should all be locals. A migrant worker?
It was even more unlikely that a construction worker would speak a local dialect. There were no tourist attractions nearby, so he couldn't be a tourist either. Please help me analyze this.

"It's not much money, but I'll give it all to you. You can have the bicycle too. Are you having any trouble? I have some things at my house; come
with me to get them." I suspect it was a misjudgment based on the other person's age and appearance, or perhaps
my mother underestimated her own feminine charm. At that moment, she didn't realize the real crisis.

The other person didn't respond, but shone a flashlight on my mother. He studied her face for a moment, the beam moving
downwards to her chest. Her white shirt was soaked and clung to her body. The beam
slowly moved down from her high breasts, her wet long skirt clinging to her thighs, showcasing the graceful
curves .

You can imagine: a man about 1.58 meters tall, weighing less than 100 pounds, and around 28 or 29 years old...
The beautiful young woman was soaking wet. I was never sure if the perpetrator's initial goal was money, or if
his target was my mother. Regardless, there was only one outcome.

My mother's feigned composure went unanswered. A moment of silence followed, whether from the perpetrator's eyes,
expression . My mother must have suddenly realized the truth, turning to grab her purse from the bicycle basket.
"Here you go, sister, here's your money!" Too late, it was too late. The moment my mother turned, the tall figure suddenly pounced
, easily pulling my mother's petite body into his arms. "

Please, I have a child, sister, can you give me money? You're still young, don't do this, let me go!" My mother
's feigned composure instantly transformed into a tearful, terrifying plea. At that moment, the flashlight fell to the ground,
and in the darkness, two figures were entangled. My mother's intermittent pleas were mixed with another hurried, panicked
voice , "I don't want anything, please let me kiss you, dear sister, let me kiss you." The scene in the darkness terrified
me, a young child. Hearing my cries, my mother, her voice trembling with tears, pleaded with the man to let her take care of me. "
Promise me you can comfort the child, okay? Let me kiss you.

" My mother didn't answer. Summoning strength from somewhere, she broke free from him, turned, and softly comforted me. At that moment, a tall
figure leaned against her from behind. I could feel her body trembling slightly. My mother continued to comfort me
softly, but her body kept struggling slightly. Although I couldn't see clearly in the darkness, I could hear the rustling of clothes or slight
tearing sounds, and the man's lips making smacking sounds on my mother's skin.

Although I didn't see what was happening, the swaying of the figure behind my mother suggested he was
kissing and caressing her. In the darkness, I stopped crying. My mother suddenly turned her upper body, trying to push the figure away.
"Please be quiet, don't wake the child," my mother's voice was soft and gentle. What did my mother mean by that soft whisper?
Was it an implication or tacit consent?

In any case, from then on, there was no more fierce resistance, replaced by a half-hearted struggle. My mother was perhaps afraid of hurting
me, or perhaps she realized she was in a desperate situation, and knew the consequences of resisting this young, lustful beast.

Perhaps understanding the meaning of my mother's words, the dark figure released her, bent down abruptly
, and the flashlight that had been extinguished on the ground suddenly shone. Although the beam wasn't directly on their intertwined
bodies, the residual light instantly illuminated the room. Let me describe what I saw at that moment:
my mother's hair was disheveled, her blouse was completely unbuttoned, and one side of her bra was pulled open, revealing one
breast. Her long skirt, though wrinkled, was still relatively intact, indicating that her earlier
resistance had been quite successful.

He had now cornered her against the wall. She covered her chest with one arm and her
genitals with the other, leaning slightly against the wall, trying to use the two walls for protection. My mother
probably thought I was asleep, trying hard not to make a sound, just tightly protecting her private parts. He
was in a flurry of activity, trying to unhook her bra, his movements clumsy and ineffective. He
tried to kiss her but could only reach her cheek or neck. He tried to touch her genitals but
was blocked by her tightly closed legs and hands covering her vulva. Only her back, buttocks, and thighs were exposed to his caresses and kisses.

Her skirt was repeatedly lifted, revealing that she was still wearing underwear, only the back was pulled down,
exposing her smooth buttocks. Perhaps tempted by the glimpses beneath her skirt, he knelt down and crawled under it.
The long skirt covering him, so I couldn't see what was inside, but I could tell he was heading straight for her bare
buttocks. Her mother was still facing away from him, and from behind, it was clear he was kissing her buttocks.
He spent a long time under her skirt (I don't know exactly what he was doing, I
can only judge from my mother's expression, posture, and voice.

I'm writing down my analysis for everyone to correct, and please point out any other possibilities). After he penetrated her skirt, my mother's
reaction was to straighten her previously bent body, probably trying to use her buttocks to avoid the attack from behind.

Her legs were still tightly closed, one hand protecting her genitals from the front, and the other hand pulling on her skirt, probably to prevent her underwear
from being pulled down. My mother twisted her body, sometimes leaning her buttocks against the wall, sometimes her mons pubis against the wall, it seemed that using
the wall to protect her body was no longer effective, as she could be attacked from both front and back. After a while, my mother let out a soft
groan, and her body stopped twisting. I don't know when he picked up the flashlight, my mother's legs seemed to have spread apart, and
the light from the flashlight flickered inside her skirt.

As things progressed, the intensity of the tearing and struggling gradually weakened. The mother silently squeezed her legs together and twisted her
body , trying to push away or pull the man's head and hands when he violated her private parts
. She pleaded softly intermittently, and when his movements were too rough or violent, she would let out a soft cry of pain or a soft groan. The man remained
flustered, his movements somewhat rough, sometimes pleading, sometimes threatening. He became very excited when he achieved his goal, and the mother would sob softly, her body contorting. They would occasionally talk, and during these exchanges, the man's scolding and pleading made the mother sometimes slightly relent, allowing him to achieve his goal. Her pleas for him to be gentler or her cries of pain would also make him gentler. As for what happened under the man's skirt, I didn't see most of it; I can only speculate based on what I saw and heard . What would he do? Based on my judgment, he was probably inexperienced. From his clumsy movements, his eagerness, and his rough handling—he even seemed unsure how to unhook her bra—I even suspect he was a virgin. Back then, there was no internet, so watching porn was practically impossible. I remember a lot of rape cases, serial rapes, and gang rapes. Now, guys can easily release their pent-up desires by watching porn and masturbating, but the isolation of that era contributed to the higher number of rapes. If it were today, he might be just like everyone else, a loser who watches porn and masturbates, and this wouldn't have happened. Furthermore, all indications suggest he might be unfamiliar with female anatomy. Let's analyze this from the perspective of his limited sexual experience. His later actions show he was obsessed with his mother's vulva and buttocks. From his perspective, we can imagine the overwhelming beauty he saw when he crawled under her skirt, the impact on his mind— his mother's erect thighs, round buttocks, the mons pubis under her white panties—everything was incredibly alluring . He would kiss and caress any part he could reach, his mother's attempts to avoid him catching his eye.

It must have been even more sexy. He would kiss and caress his mother's buttocks. Perhaps he tried to take off her
panties. His mother probably already realized this and desperately defended herself, preventing him from succeeding.

Judging from the way his mother was squeezing her legs together and twisting her buttocks, I guessed that his hands had invaded between her legs, touching and
caressing her genitals. At this moment, the front of her skirt was draped over his head, and his mother's hands, which were covering her mons pubis, had been pulled
away. His head

was swaying inside the skirt. His mother then leaned back against the wall, her lower body twisting incessantly, pleading "no,
no ," and occasionally crying out in pain. Suddenly, his mother let out a painful groan, and her body stiffened, ceasing all struggle.

This groan was a turning point; from then on, his mother had no effective resistance,
half-heartedly and even submissively letting him do as he pleased. What kind of experience made his mother almost lose her resistance?
What kind of humiliation did his mother suffer for her various bizarre reactions? From his mother's twisting body, sometimes groaning,
sometimes pleading, sometimes panting, sometimes filled with shame and anger, sometimes with despair on her face. From our perspective as men, we can easily guess the perpetrator's actions
without much thought.

The beautiful young woman's half-naked lower body tempted the young man, a beast who had never tasted a woman's pleasure. Her round, smooth, and tender buttocks were deformed in his
burning palms. His fingers forcefully pinched and kneaded the tender flesh of her buttocks, while his delicate skin
was kissed, licked, and gently bitten inch by inch by lips, tongue, and teeth. The elastic white thong gradually twisted into
a narrow strip of fabric that sank into her buttocks. The alluring scent of a young woman emanated from her buttocks, enticing the man to sniff and probe
into her buttocks. The strip of fabric was easily pulled open, and the mother struggled in shame and anger, which only made her naked, pert buttocks sway gently, displaying
dazzling sexiness. Her full, elastic buttocks rubbed against his burning palms, and her tender buttocks
opened and closed unintentionally between his hands.

His nose probed into the cleft of the young woman's buttocks, inhaling deeply the delicate fragrance of her body. With a slight pressure from his hand, her fleshy white buttocks slowly
parted, and his tongue recklessly invaded, licking the budding clitoris. The moment the tender flesh of her anus was touched,
the mother let out a soft moan, her clitoris instinctively contracting.
Her tender buttocks clamped down on the intruding tongue, arousing a greedy and fierce licking. Her plump buttocks were roughly kneaded and pulled apart, the white cleft helplessly opening to reveal the tender
clitoris.

The mother's shy pleas, mixed with soft moans, were met with even more lewd licking from his tongue, the tip like
a venomous snake teasing the clitoris with each thrust. His fingertips, unsatisfied, began to penetrate her tightly closed legs
, exploring forward along the narrow seam of her panties. Through the fabric, his fingertips transmitted the fleshy sensation of her full vulva, arousing a ferocious, primal instinct.

Mother's hands protected her genitals, her efforts futile as her legs were slowly parted. Fingertips slowly
pried open her panties, the seam carelessly tilting to one side. Her head, tilted upwards, had already spread her legs,
one snow-white thigh lifted by a strong hand. Hot breath from his open mouth burned against her swollen, luscious
vulva , the dark pubic hair on her thick labia trembling in the heat. His tongue licked along the cleft from between her buttocks. Mother desperately
felt the warm, wet tongue licking her most private and pure sanctuary, sobbing softly in a pleading voice.

The moment the tongue touched her pink vulva, the man, experiencing vaginal pleasure for the first time, felt a gentle, electric shock-like shiver. Instinctively,
he opened his mouth wide and took in her plump vulva, his tongue parting the closed, white opening, sucking and
licking fiercely, ravaging the juicy, tender flesh. The churning of her clitoris and labia minora made Mother
groan softly, writhing in pain or pleasure. Caught off guard, the man's fingers stealthily invaded her vulva, groping aimlessly.
His fingertips felt the flesh sinking into her, and the unwitting secretions of her vaginal fluids directed his fingers to plunge
in. The mother let out a desperate groan, her vaginal opening unconsciously contracting and sucking at the inserted fingers.

This only fueled the man's frenzy and excitement. He grabbed a flashlight from the floor, its beam shining
through her skirt, revealing her legs spread apart. One hand pushed open her panties and slipped inside.
After her groan, silence fell. Only the man's soft pleading for her not to move. One of her legs was lifted
, and the man shone the flashlight on her crotch. Her panties were pulled aside, revealing her full vulva.
His fingers stirring and probing inside. The flashlight's beam focused on her buttocks
, and the air seemed to freeze, utterly silent.

I don't know what the mother felt at that moment—shame or humiliation? The man was also frozen in place,
holding a flashlight in one hand and parting his mother's labia with the other, silently letting the bright beam penetrate her secret place. He seemed
mesmerized by the sight before him, muttering "vagina, vagina." After a moment of stillness, he moved his lips closer
, and the instant his lips met hers, he became impulsive, dropping the flashlight. He grabbed his mother
's buttocks with both hands, kissing her frantically. His mother gently wiggled her hips, her hands on his hair as if
trying to push him away.

Suddenly, he stood up, one arm around his mother's waist, kissing her cheek, while the other hand quickly pulled off
his shorts. His mother simply covered her genitals with her hands, letting him peel off her shirt and skirt piece by piece and throw them on
the ground .

Her bra seemed to be an obstacle to his clumsy, forceful pulling; one of her hands reached behind her back, and
she unhooked it herself. He bit down on his mother's nipple, frantically pulling down her panties with both hands.
His mother, who had been trying to unhook her bra, clung
tightly , snapping the elastic band of her panties. His hands slipped inside, roughly kneading her
round, firm buttocks.

The man roughly sucked on her erect nipples, his large hands squeezing her buttocks hard. His mother
groaned in pain, her panties slowly sliding down, her dark pubic hair fluttering in the air. Her bulging mons pubis was instantly
exposed , her alluring, tender vulva helplessly facing the eager, large glans. Just as her panties reached
her knees, his throbbing penis impatiently thrust into her vagina.

His mother's reaction wasn't one of strong resistance; she merely squeezed her legs together, one hand protecting her genitals, the other
pushing against his chest, softly pleading. The other man's movements were violent. He panted heavily, roughly
pulling his mother's hands away and haphazardly thrusting his erect penis between her tightly closed legs. His movements were both violent
and clumsy; his incorrect stance indicated he didn't know how to penetrate her. His
glans, thrusting wildly between her legs, became even more frantic as he couldn't find a target.

His mother's writhing hips and resisting hands seemed to enrage him. He forcefully pushed his mother's arms away...
He held his mother tightly, their naked chests pressed together, their lips meeting in a kiss
. He gripped her buttocks, lifting her up. His mother was pinned against the wall, toes
touching the ground, her body completely controlled. She could only gently pound his back with her hands.

You can imagine the scene: naked man and woman locked in a tight embrace, the mother
powerless to resist. His large penis pressed between her firm, elastic legs, their pubic hair
intertwined , their genitals pressed tightly together. It seemed inevitable that the beautiful mother would be violated by this stranger.
The man thrust in fiercely, then suddenly stiffened, holding his mother tightly. Yes, he ejaculated. Whether due to
his inexperience or his mother's luck, he didn't succeed. You can imagine the enormous glans penetrating her
closed, full vulva, sliding into her labia, the first taste of pleasure from his unexperienced penis erupting
forth .

He seemed unprepared for the situation, his body stiffening as he tightly supported his mother's buttocks, pressing down hard to make
their genitals even more intimately intertwined. One could imagine that in this position, his mother's legs were tightly clamped around his raging, thick
penis. Because her body was lifted, only her toes touched the ground, her buttocks were being forcefully squeezed and unable to move, her
center of gravity forced to her groin. His mother's hands rested on his shoulders, her expression shy as she looked at
his face. Their eyes met; what was she thinking at that moment? Her expression seemed
a mixture of shyness and embarrassment. Was she relieved to have escaped the ordeal of being raped by a stranger? Or was she
ashamed of her awkward situation? Although her vagina had luckily escaped the brutal invasion of the glans, her expression and
posture revealed her predicament.

Naked and tightly embraced by a stranger, her center of gravity placed her most intimate parts on the stranger
's raging penis. Although the glans was not inserted, the thick, long penis throbbed poetically between her buttocks,
spurting hot semen with each thrust. Did Mom's mons pubis feel the tangling of their pubic hairs? Did
her thick labia majora, under external force, separate and grip the raging, thick penis? Were her sensitive clitoris and labia minora
teased by the violent throbbing of the tightly joined, hard penis? Was her honeypot, missing the large glans,
secreting love juice in a self-pitying manner?

Although it was impossible to know the true inner turmoil of Mom's mind, for some unknown reason,
a second From the initial fierce resistance, to the half-hearted resistance after being fingered
, after this unsuccessful act of rape, Mom allowed herself to be manipulated and played with until penetration.

There are several questions about how things have developed. Did Mom realize that the other party had little sexual experience, perhaps even being a virgin
? The conversation included phrases like "Your sister is married," and "You're still young, go find a good girl." Why did Mom readily accept fingering, oral sex, and the humiliating voyeurism after
the fingers were inserted into her honeypot? Was it an inability to resist
or a breakdown of psychological defenses? Afterwards
, why did the mother half-heartedly allow him to kiss and caress her, peel off her shirt and skirt, and even actively unhook her bra? Why did she insist on holding onto her underwear until the

elastic snapped before letting it slip down? After the man's failed attempt at rape, why did the mother allow him to play with her until he forced penetration her? Did she think
the man had already satisfied himself, that she had luckily escaped the crisis, and naively believed she wouldn't suffer any further substantial harm?
Their conversation included the words, "You've had your fun, let me go. I'll give you another chance later." Did the mother
underestimate his ability to get an erection again? These questions remain unanswered.

The rain was still falling. The time from the initial abduction to now wasn't very long, probably only about half an hour.

It wouldn't be past ten o'clock. Two naked bodies, radiating youthful vitality, were still intertwined. The mother's
smooth buttocks, held in the man's hands, slowly slid down, her limp penis dangling between her relaxed legs.
The tightly embraced bodies gradually separated, both naked, staring at each other in silence for a long time.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward. The man stood frozen, staring at the beautiful mother's naked body, while the mother, her gaze
meeting the man's bare genitals, seemed flustered. The initial passion had subsided, and suddenly the mother realized her
embarrassment, crouching down to pick up her clothes to cover herself. She turned away shyly, her back to the man, and used her torn underwear to wipe away the
bodily fluids that had splattered on her genitals. Soon, the mother paid the price for her carelessness. Whether
attracted by the smooth curves of her back, the shapely buttocks protruding from her bent-over posture, or the provocative
act of wiping her genitals, the man impulsively grabbed the mother, snatched her clothes, and threw them on the ground. The mother
screamed in fright from the sudden attack. Her petite body was embraced and kissed, and large hands
caressed her sexy, naked body. The mother did not resist, letting him caress her. One hand slid down the sexy curves of her back, kneading her
firm, smooth buttocks, his fingers slipping between her buttocks, his fingertips tracing and pressing the cleft. Then he lifted her up and
kissed her fragrant lips.

The mother obediently raised her head, their lips meeting in a deep, tongue-kissing kiss. Her reaction seemed to delight him;
his hands roamed over her naked body, occasionally fondling her full breasts and round, pert buttocks.
He kneaded and deformed her breasts and buttocks in his large hands, biting and greedily sucking her nipples.

While obediently accepting his caresses and fondling, the mother pleaded, "Let me go, if you want it, I
'll give it to you later." The man didn't respond, only muttering incoherently, "Kiss, let me kiss you again." The mother seemed
to think the ordeal was about to end. Perhaps her sexual experience made her underestimate the possibility of him abusing her again, believing that his
limp penis wouldn't become erect again, and that her virginity wouldn't be taken. She even
spoke to him in the tone of an older sister to a younger brother, saying things like, "There are many pretty girls at my workplace, you're so handsome, I'll introduce you to one, if you
like me, it's not possible today, I'll give it to you later," like she was deceiving a child. My mother's
supposedly cleverness had no effect. The other man's response was a relentless barrage of kisses and caresses.

I suspect that at this point, my mother believed the man was young and naive, perhaps acting on impulse
. She tried to persuade him to stop by offering physical submission and verbal persuasion. Little did she know she
was encountering a young, lustful man, and that her beautiful, sexy young woman was
the very object of his desire. Moreover, this beautiful woman was completely naked, submissive and inviting
, inviting his licking and penetration.

The man remained agitated, becoming even more flustered with my mother's cessation of resistance. Every part of her
naked body captivated him; her tender skin, radiating strong female hormones, seemed...
He was overwhelmed with work, both verbal and physical.

To digress a bit, I recall there were definitely more rape cases back then than now, with all sorts of
rumors . A young, beautiful nurse at my mother's workplace was kidnapped and gang-raped by a group of thugs on her way home from a night shift
. She only escaped after three or four days. After the police were called, the entire gang was apprehended, but apart from one who was over eighteen, half were under sixteen,
the youngest only thirteen. So, aside from those over eighteen who received heavy sentences, the others received lenient punishments, sometimes only
a reprimand . The nurse's husband, however, couldn't accept it and divorced her, becoming ashamed and unable to hold his head high at work.
There were also other horrific rumors of rape and murder, and serial rape cases. I remember my mother and her female colleagues and close friends
often discussing this topic, especially murder cases. A group of women would chatter in fear, their faces trembling
with terror . Then they would talk about what to do if they encountered rape, and various so-called countermeasures. What I remember most vividly was
a lively and cheerful aunt who said that if you were raped, you should just poop in your pants, which made everyone burst into laughter. After much discussion
, the final consensus was to prioritize survival, then find a way to preserve her virginity; if all else failed, submission would be the only option. The cheerful
aunt joked that if she encountered a handsome man, she should simply let loose and enjoy herself.

My mother never expected to actually encounter a thug. Did she recall their usual conversations at this moment? While
we cannot know for sure, it seems that my mother, while not in immediate danger, was trying her best to preserve
her virginity.

In summary, I've made some judgments about my mother's possible psychological state at this time; I'm not sure if they are correct,
and fellow enthusiasts are welcome to comment if they have other opinions. Due to the location and weather, the hope of rescue was slim, and
she feared that excessive resistance would anger the assailant and endanger her life. She tried to persuade him
to stop . The first unsuccessful attempt at rape led my mother to underestimate him, believing he wouldn't be able to get an erection again anytime soon,
mistakenly thinking she was stalling for time to escape. Furthermore, the assailant wasn't very violent, and the assault
wasn't too brutal; perhaps this made it bearable for my mother? Maybe! Perhaps there's another
possibility that I find unacceptable: did the man's kisses and caresses awaken her physical desires? Her face flushed with shyness,
her eyes glazed, her posture hesitant, seemingly carrying a hint of coy reluctance.

At this moment, she lay naked in the man's arms, her smooth back leaning against him.
One of his legs was between hers, forcing her round, pert buttocks to sit, half-ride, on his thigh.
One slender hand rested on one breast, the other limply hanging down, protecting her slightly parted legs.
She moaned , sometimes crying out in pain as she pulled away from the invading hand. Her sobbing pleas grew softer, almost like intimate whispers
.

The atmosphere was now relatively calm; the man had lost his initial frenzy, gently embracing and kissing her mother's
sexy body. Aside from soft pleas and occasional moans, the mother didn't offer any strong resistance.
However, this didn't last long. Suddenly, the mother trembled and let out a painful groan, frantically trying to push
him away. The man's hand slipped between the mother's legs, gripping her vulva. His large penis, which had somehow become erect
again was throbbing enthusiastically. The mother, perhaps not expecting the boy to regain his strength so quickly,
struggled frantically. He forcefully held her, thrusting a few times from the front while standing, then, seemingly unsuccessful,
released her, turned, and pulled an old mattress from the pile of clutter near the door, laying his raincoat on it. His impatiently erect,
throbbing penis lunged at the mother. The mother pleaded and resisted in fear. He despicably gripped her vulva
, pulled her onto the mattress, and slammed her down onto the raincoat, pouncing on her smooth, white naked body. The mother struggled desperately
, pushing him away with her hands and kicking her legs. Caught off guard, the man was pushed aside, and the mother turned to escape
but was grabbed by the legs, dragged back, and pinned firmly against the raincoat. The mother lay face down, twisting her body but unable to struggle any longer.
The man lay on her bare back, kissing her neck, his fingers groping between her buttocks. The mother let out a
desperate scream, tilting her head back in pain. One could imagine the man's fingers roughly entering her buttocks, parting
her delicate labia, his middle finger brutally thrusting into her vagina, roughly digging and stirring the tender flesh. The mother's
body stiffened, like a naked lamb at his mercy. His thick, long penis throbbed violently, the smooth glans, dripping with clear fluid
, squeezing into her round, plump buttocks...

I found a picture; this is the exact position. I'm using it as an illustration to help you understand.

The moment the enormous glans touched her tender, round buttocks, the mother seemed to be burned. She struggled, twisting her waist and
buttocks, her feeble resistance only making her more alluring, arousing the thick penis to thrust wildly inside. The moment the glans entered her buttocks
, Mom stopped struggling, her body trembling slightly. Did she already feel the burning
glans slowly pushing open her soft flesh and gradually invading? Was she gripped by fear of losing her virginity,
or by guilt towards Dad? She threw her head back and let out a desperate, painful groan, silently lowering herself, seemingly
awaiting the impending rape.

Mom stopped struggling, but the other man became even more flustered. His desire to have sex with the beautiful Mom made him, inexperienced as he was
, even more clumsy. The glans aimlessly thrust and pried at Mom's sacred private parts, unable to find its way in. Perhaps
several times it almost entered her honeyed cave but slipped past at the last moment. The unfamiliar male organ pounded and aroused
the sensitive nerves of Mom's private parts. Perhaps at this moment Mom realized that she could not escape the fact that she was about to be raped, or
perhaps the intimate contact between their genitals had made her physical desire overcome her psychological resistance. From afar, I saw
Mom turn her face to look at the flustered young man behind her, her face filled with shame as she slowly raised her buttocks. Suddenly
, the mother let out a soft moan, and the previously restless boy also groaned. One could imagine the beautiful
young woman arching her buttocks, her sacred vulva welcoming the wildly throbbing, enormous penis of the inexperienced virgin.
Her moist vulva gripped the restless glans, her hips gently shifting to adjust the angle. The enraged penis instantly found
its target , its full, white labia swallowing the smooth glans.

The glans, tasting the taste of vagina for the first time, slowly penetrated the warm, tender vulva, the delicate flesh being stretched open little by little by the boy's reckless, intrusive, thick
penis taking away the mother's virginity. The penis gradually disappeared between the mother's buttocks, and the boy let out a long
, pleasurable sigh, thrusting into the mother's tender vulva again and again. He happily pounded against the mother's buttocks, making a slapping
sound, reaching the peak of ecstasy. The violated mother moaned shyly with each collision of flesh, her round,
upturned buttocks slightly raised to welcome the other's thrusts. The rhythm of the slapping sounds increased, and the noise grew louder.
The mother's moans grew increasingly joyful, her buttocks arching higher and higher. The position of being raped on the ground
gradually transformed into a kneeling posture, her buttocks raised high, actively welcoming the rape.

The sight of the mother kneeling, her buttocks raised in rape would drive any man wild. The young man, seemingly unable to resist his mother's
allure, grabbed her soft, white buttocks with both hands and thrust in and out forcefully, his thick, hard penis pumping rapidly,
the frequency increasing. The mother seemed to sense the penis's sudden, frenzied throbbing, and softly cried out
, "Don't ejaculate inside!" She twisted her buttocks forcefully, and her large penis suddenly sprang out of her vagina. The young man stiffly gripped his mother's
soft, upturned buttocks, trying to force his penis back in, but his body was beyond control. A white stream of semen shot from the glans,
the shaft pounding against her buttocks as it ejaculated thick streams of semen.

The mother could accept rape, yet in the end, she struggled fiercely, refusing to let the other ejaculate inside her vagina—this was incomprehensible to me.
I couldn't fathom what was going through her mind at that moment. Was it merely an inability to accept being
impregnated preserve her last shred of virginity?

The mother, perhaps thinking the ordeal was over, tried to stand up to get dressed, but the man pushed her down. "
Lie down , spread your legs and let me see your cunt," the man shamelessly commanded. Incredibly, the mother actually
covered her face in shame and lay down. What caused her to give up? Did being raped mean she could be played with at will?
The man bent the mother's legs into an M-shape, holding a flashlight and crouching down.

The flashlight shone brightly between the mother's legs. The man, leering, lay between her legs, uttering
obscene words , and spread open the beautiful mother's fair vulva, greedily staring at her forced, delicate cunt
. He teased and parted the pink clitoris and labia minora, the clear love juice flowing from the peach blossom cave sometimes stirred by his fingers,
sometimes stretched open by the light of the flashlight penetrating deep into the cunt. He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing, and placed the
flashlight beam on the ground, aiming it at his mother's vulva. He spread her legs, his tongue probing and licking,
occasionally inserting the tip of his tongue into her vagina. The man was no longer the violent, agitated man he had been during his first act of voyeurism; instead, he
appeared calm and composed, leisurely playing with his mother's private parts. I don't know how much time passed, but I could
see the flashlight beam flickering between my mother's legs and hear the scraping sounds of kissing and licking her vulva. The young man repeatedly voyeurized, licked, and fingered the
beautiful young woman until he became erect again.

He knelt between his mother's legs, his erect penis throbbing defiantly. He grabbed her hand,
forcing her to grasp his hard, large penis. His mother trembled as if electrocuted;
the length and erection of his penis seemed to surprise her.

My sister's pussy was dripping wet, and she licked it, getting my face all wet. My big dick is hard now, and I'm going to fuck her
. The young man was lewdly uttering many such dirty words. My mother didn't respond, shyly covering her face with one hand, while the other hand
was unconsciously and gently stroking my penis. My mother had probably never been played with like this before; the prolonged
caresses seemed to have already aroused a strong physiological need. I remember reading some data that
the peak is between sixteen and twenty years old, and due to the strong desire for the opposite sex, they can have sex multiple times a night. However, a woman
's desire is strongest around thirty years old. The shyness of a young girl has faded, and she has accumulated rich sexual experience, making her sexual desire strong and difficult to satisfy.
Therefore, the union of a young boy and a beautiful young woman is the most perfect sex. A chance encounter allowed my mother and the other person to experience
what may be a once-in-a-lifetime sexual experience.

Although the mother still maintained some of her conservative feminine reserve, her body, repeatedly caressed and played with,
was already burning with desire. Her vagina, stimulated by kisses and licks, secreted copious amounts of lubrication, anticipating the other's defilement.
The other's vulgar language also stimulated her mind; the boy's crude descriptions of her body and genitals
were an unprecedented experience. Watching him obsessively adore her tender vagina, pert buttocks, and soft breasts filled her with
arousal.

When he began to violate her again with his thick, long penis, the mother surprisingly spread her legs,
holding , guiding the glans towards her vagina. Before he could act, she lifted her buttocks, her wet,
muddy vagina swallowing the young man whole.

The thick penis, full of youthful vitality, gripped the glans the moment the vaginal opening bit into it, the hard penis instinctively thrusting in,
squeezing and stretching open the soft, tender flesh of her vagina. The mother felt the hot, hard object throbbing violently as it penetrated her
deeply, her wet vagina tightly gripping it, the warm, soft flesh contracting to receive the
hot, hard throbbing. The young man moaned excitedly as he thrust deeply again and again, without technique or variation,
he pumped fiercely with all his might, his engorged penis penetrating to the very root each time. He ignored the mother's incessant moans and gasps,
showing no mercy, his large glans plunging deep into her vagina, reaching her very core. The mother's body convulsed
violently with the high-frequency, fierce thrusts, her head thrown back, her hair disheveled, seemingly unable to endure such intense
rape any longer, her throat emitting soft gasps.

"Gently, no," the mother, being brutally violated, pleaded intermittently. This rape lasted so long;
the man didn't ejaculate for a long time, kissing and caressing his mother's naked body as
he fucked her. In the midst of a frenzied, pounding rape, he repeatedly withdrew his penis, lifting her thighs to look at, kiss, and lick her vulva. The mother, repeatedly played with,
writhed, moaning, panting, and screaming. She frantically tore at and scratched at the man's hair and back. The young man's
deep fascination with his mother's vulva led him to use his eyes, mouth, tongue, and penis in turn to fuck her tender cunt, leaving
her feeling sometimes full and sometimes empty, further igniting her lust. He fucked his mother joyfully, her
cunt making squelching sounds, the sounds growing louder and louder, her head shaking from side to side, her expression one of extreme pain.
The unique scraping and squelching sound her cunt made during sex had always been a mystery to me; I had never heard a similar sound in all these years,
not even in adult videos. The scraping, squelching sound, accompanied by the rushing water, was indescribable.
The man would occasionally pause his thrusting to kiss and lick his mother's vagina, sometimes with sucking motions. I wondered
if this was the real "squirt" or "orgasm"?

The young man's stamina was so strong; he showed no signs of fatigue despite the prolonged, intense thrusting. His
back was scratched with bloody welts, and his shoulders bore deep teeth marks, yet he seemed oblivious,
perhaps his mind was only filled with thoughts of his beautiful mother being violated.

This intercourse lasted so long that I fell asleep. I don't know how long it was before I was awakened by indescribable sounds coming from my mother's throat
. The man was now on top of her, his hands cupping her buttocks, his large...
The penis penetrated deep into Mom's vagina, his body convulsing as he ejaculated thick semen into her depths.
Mom, fertilized, convulsed, her head thrown back, crying out in a strange tone, "Fly, fly, I'm going to fly, I'm going to fly!" The raped

mother was being fucked to the point of ecstasy by the young man; I wondered how many times she would experience such
high-quality sex in her life. What this night meant to her. Later, I fell asleep, though I was occasionally
awakened by Mom's moans and gasps. I saw her lying down, kneeling, prone, standing, sitting—facing forward, sideways, and
backward—her hot, fleshy body entwined in various positions. When I woke up, it was already dawn, twilight streaming into the room, and
the sounds of pedestrians and vehicles echoing from the street outside. The heavy rain had subsided, replaced by the gentle patter of raindrops.
Mom, her skin as white as snow, sat naked, straddling the young man, seemingly fast asleep, his enormous penis still nestled
between her . The young man, his hands cupping his mother's round, pert buttocks, weakly thrust into her vagina. Then,
the mother seemed to awaken from the boy's slightly more vigorous ejaculation, and they embraced tightly. Their embrace lasted a long time;
the young man seemed reluctant to withdraw his limp penis from his mother's vagina. As the noise of the street
grew louder, they reluctantly separated. The young man put on his clothes, took his mother's bra and underwear
, kissed her deeply, pinched her buttocks, and left his naked, beautiful mother, fleeing into the light rain. The mother sat
exhausted for a while, put on her torn clothes, and seemed to be considering something. After hesitating for a long time, she picked up
the boy's black raincoat from the tattered mat, thought for a moment, wiped away the bodily fluids that had soaked it, put it on, and led me into
the gentle rain .

Postscript:

The mother didn't report it to the police, nor did she go home. She took me to her best friend's single dormitory nearby. When she
knocked on the door, entered the room, and took off her raincoat, the aunt stared in surprise at her half-naked body. My mother stripped off
her clothes, which were torn to shreds, and fell into a deep sleep on the bed. My aunt seemed to understand the truth. My mother didn't
wake up until the afternoon. My aunt told me to tell my father that I had spent the night at her house to take shelter from the rain. Later,
my father, busy leaving early and returning late, didn't pay any attention. It was as if that night had never happened. My mother still went to work and
picked . On the way, I watched the ruins gradually being leveled. However, occasionally, I would see a
tall, thin figure that seemed familiar following my mother. Whether they would have another chance to embrace and commit adultery, I didn't know.
Years later, as I grew older, I often entered a dream in the middle of the night. In the dream, I was wearing a black raincoat
and walking in the rain. The beautiful figure of a young woman under the eaves of a distant house attracted my gaze. I felt a stirring in my heart, and a strange reaction
came from . My penis became erect, and I walked step by step towards the beautiful woman in my dream...

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