Woody the Boss

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Daisy put on her heavy metal leather outfit, but only threw me a tattered cloth to cover my body. I had no choice but to wrap the tattered cloth around my lower body to cover my little brother, and followed Daisy out of the tent. Fortunately, the bandit camp was full of slaves that the bandits had captured from the surrounding villages and towns, intending to sell them to slave traders. Those slaves were dressed even less than me; some women didn't even have a piece of cloth on them. Although I was only covered by a piece of cloth from the waist down, I was already considered 'well-dressed,' so I didn't attract too much attention.

Daisy's so-called 'shooting range' was actually just a wooden frame next to the bandit camp with many iron cans placed on it as targets; there was nothing particularly important there. However, when Daisy was test-firing the Beretta pistol that I had repaired, many bandits in the camp came to watch Daisy test-firing the gun, including Daisy's brother, 'Tiger' Woody.

"Daisy," 'Tiger' Woody said, with a female slave in each arm, watching his sister test-firing the Beretta pistol. “Isn’t your gun broken?”

“Big Dick Harry fixed it for me,” Daisy replied to her brother.

“Oh? Big Dick Harry can repair guns?” Woody stared at me with his tiny, beady eyes, just like his sister’s.

“I have some broken guns here, Big Dick Harry, come and see if you can fix them!”

“Yes, Boss Woody.”

I tried my best to keep a straight face, but inside I was so happy I wanted to shout: Woody wants me to repair guns! That means I can get access to the bandits’ armory! Then, not only will I be able to get my hands on a Beretta pistol, but I might even be able to get my hands on a powerful AK-47, if the bandits’ armory really has one!

Woody personally led me to the tent the bandits used to store their weapons. Two armed bandits stood guard at the entrance. Normally, not only would slaves be killed if they approached, but even members of the bandit gang were forbidden from entering the tent without Woody's permission. But now, Woody was leading me in personally; this was a good opportunity, if I could seize it… Inside the weapons tent were several large crates filled with bullets of various calibers; next to them were piles of broken guns.

“Here!” Woody casually grabbed an MP5 from the small hill of guns and handed it to me.

“See if you can fix this.”

After disassembling the MP5, I immediately knew where the problem lay: the bolt carrier spring was probably broken in two due to rust. Replacing it with a new one would solve the problem; however, where would I get a new bolt carrier spring?

“Boss Woody, this gun can be repaired, but I need a part.” I explained the situation to Woody.

“This gun needs a bolt return spring to fix.”

“A bolt return spring?” Woody’s expression clearly showed he didn’t understand what a bolt return spring was, but he pretended to. “I don’t think I have one; could you take one from another gun?”

“It should be possible…”

I started searching through the pile of guns and soon found another MP5; this MP5 was missing its bolt, but the bolt return spring was still there, and it even had a scope! I removed the bolt return spring and scope from this gun and installed them on the previous one, then loaded all the bullets from both guns into one magazine, and in no time, I had a working MP5.

“Boss Woody, the gun is fixed.” I respectfully presented the MP5 to Woody with both hands.

“Fixed?!” Woody’s face was full of disbelief as he hurriedly grabbed the MP5 from my hands.

"Let's go to the shooting range and test the guns!"

The MP5 I fixed for Woody became his favorite weapon. He carried it almost everywhere, especially when he went out to rob. The MP5's 'powerful' firepower made him invincible. So, Woody took me away from Daisy and made me his personal gun repairman.

At first, Woody would watch me while I repaired guns, probably worried I'd steal something. Woody's worries weren't unfounded. I really wanted to steal, but I'd steal something valuable. A few broken guns, while valuable, weren't valuable enough to make me steal. So, after watching me repair guns two or three times, Woody got bored and simply let me repair guns alone in the tent. I guess he had some confidence in me now.

Since Woody wasn't watching me anymore, I naturally wouldn't keep a clean slate. However, I wasn't stupid enough to directly steal and hide guns; if Woody found out, I'd probably have several bullet holes in my head. I used the excuse of needing to test-fire the repaired guns to practice shooting at the range every day. This not only improved my marksmanship but also prevented Woody from discovering my secret practice.

Since I started repairing and maintaining the bandits' guns for Woody, the bandits' firepower increased dramatically, and they acquired more loot each time they raided. This made Woody rely more on my gun repair skills, because someone would always break a gun during a raid. If I could fix the broken guns, Woody wouldn't have to rely on guns found during raids to replace the broken ones, as before.

To allow me to focus on repairing guns, Woody had a special tent set up for me next to the weapons tent and forbade Daisy from coming to see me again, so I could repair guns more efficiently. I had finally escaped Daisy's clutches!

Today, I was engrossed in repairing an M60 light machine gun I found in a pile of broken guns. If I could fix this M60, I wouldn't be afraid even if all the bandits in the camp came after me after I escaped. However, as I was repairing it, I suddenly heard a member of the bandit gang's voice outside the weapons tent.

"Hey, is Big Dick Harry in there?" Although Woody had strictly forbidden anyone else from entering the tent, I hurriedly hid the gun I was repairing to avoid being discovered.

"What's up?" I stepped out of the weapons tent. Now, besides Woody, only I could freely enter and leave this tent; it was a special treatment Woody gave me, though not a very pleasant one.

"Boss Woody wants to see you." The bandit beckoned to me. "Come with me."

Woody wanted to see me? Could it be that he discovered my 'plot' of secretly repairing the M60 and planning to escape using its firepower? But it didn't seem like it. Only Woody and I could freely enter and exit the weapons tent, and since letting me repair the gun alone, Woody hadn't stepped into the tent at all. He shouldn't have discovered what I was up to...

So why did Woody suddenly want to see me?

While wondering whether Woody's call was good or bad, I followed the bandit leading the way into Woody's tent. Inside the tent, Woody was completely naked, having sex with a female slave.

"Boss Woody, you wanted to see me?" Seeing Woody busy with a woman, I began to wonder why he had chosen this time to see me.

"Oh, big dick Harry," Woody said pantingly while having sex with the female slave in his arms. “I need you to do something for me.”

“What are your orders, boss?”

“Beat that woman to a pulp!” Woody said, pointing to a woman lying limply on the ground beside the tent, her hands bound behind her back.

Why does this woman look so familiar…?

Just then, the woman looked up, glaring hatefully at Woody, then at me; however, when she saw me, the resentment on her face vanished, replaced by extreme surprise; then, the woman exclaimed:

“Harry…?!”

Hearing the familiar voice in the woman's gasp, I immediately recognized her: it was Annie

Potter, my mother!

So Mom wasn't dead! That's wonderful! I suppressed the urge to rush to her and cry, but then it dawned on me: Wait a minute! Woody told me to fuck this woman to pieces, so that means…?!

"You've heard of 'Big Dick Harry'? Even better! I said I'd fuck you to pieces, and I will! Big Dick Harry is the executioner who'll fuck you to pieces!" Just as I was filled with doubt, Woody grinned maliciously at my mother. "Heh heh! You're in luck! Big Dick Harry's dick can make women scream non-stop!"

"You beast!" my mother cursed Woody, but didn't reveal that I was her son.

"I knew you didn't have the guts to do it yourself!"

No! Mom! Please don't provoke Woody! If I hadn't angered Woody, maybe I could have used my recent experience fixing his gun to plead for him…

“I don’t have a dick? Can’t you see I’m busy? Let Big Dick Harry take care of you first, I’ll go myself later!” Unfortunately, Woody seemed to have already lost his temper. “Big Dick Harry, fuck that woman to pieces right now!”

“Boss Woody… this…” I hurriedly thought of a way to resolve the current crisis. “…I dare not! She’s the boss’s slave, I dare not lay a hand on her…”

“Damn it! Are you Big Dick Harry or Dickless Harry?” Woody suddenly cursed angrily. “I told you to fuck her, so fuck her! If you don’t dare, I’ll cut off your rotten dick!”

Oh my god! Woody is going to cut off my little brother! What should I do now?

I couldn’t help but look at my mother, only to find that she was also looking at me, her eyes full of despair.

“Big Dick Harry, I’ll count to three!” Woody cursed again. “If you haven’t shoved your rotten dick into that woman’s hole by the time I count to three, I’ll make you a target for gunfire! One…! Two…!

…”

Oh my god! How did things turn out like this? If I disobey Woody’s orders, the consequences won’t just be a ruptured penis; I’ll probably have several holes in my head, and Mom’s fate won’t be much better…

There’s no way out; if Mom and I are to get through this crisis… if we are to survive…!

I walked towards Mom. Her eyes suddenly widened in panic, but then turned into a helpless calm. It seemed Mom had the same thought as me. When I reached her, she closed her eyes, slightly opened her cherry lips, and two tears streamed down her cheeks.

“To survive, I have no choice but to…” I mustered my last bit of courage, dispelling my hesitation; I pulled down my pants and shoved my half-erect penis into my mother’s mouth. “…I’m sorry, Mom!”

“Ugh!”

When my big cock was shoved into Mom’s mouth, she seemed to choke a little because she couldn’t adapt immediately. I quickly pulled my cock out a little so that Mom could catch her breath. However, just as I was about to pull my cock out, Mom sucked on it and started licking it with her tongue.

The warm, soft, wet touch swirled around my penis, carefully licking both the front and back of the glans. I think Mom was probably pretending to clean the dirt off my penis with her mouth, but when her taste buds brushed against the back of the glans, a tingling, electric sensation spread from my penis throughout my body. A large amount of blood was activated by this electric shock and quickly rushed to the corpus cavernosum of my penis. As a result, my penis instantly became erect and pressed hard against Mom’s throat.

Perhaps because her throat felt uncomfortable from being pushed so hard, Mom instinctively flinched back, leaving half of my large penis exposed to the air. But she immediately turned her head forward, taking my penis as much as possible into her mouth, making it look like she was moving her mouth back and forth on it.

"Heh, you're enjoying Harry's big cock, aren't you! You slut!" Woody's voice came from the side.

"You were just pretending to be chaste! How come you're now acting like a whore, swallowing Harry's big cock like a prostitute?"

Hearing Woody's mockery, Mom paused, tears welling in her eyes again.

"Stop crying! I've had enough of you two giving each other blowjobs!" Woody roared. "Turn around right now and stick your ass up high. I want to watch Harry's big cock pound your cunt to pieces!" Tears

streaming down her face, Mom reluctantly spat out my saliva-covered penis, struggling to turn and lie face down on the ground. Because her hands were still tied behind her back, she could only press her face to the ground, trying her best to stick her ass up high.

"Put it in!" Woody shouted again.

Looking at the plump, round, slightly trembling buttocks beneath the dirty cloth, with a pinkish-purple slit in the middle, and a faint sheen of moisture visible within; I came into this world through this place, and now my huge cock has to go back in… forced back in… Damn Woody! One day I'll make you suffer a terrible death! I cursed inwardly, raised my huge cock, aimed at my mother's pussy, and thrust in hard.

"Ouch!"

My cock entered her hole, and my mother let out a painful groan, whether from the pain of being forced into incest with her own son, or from the fact that her tight pussy couldn't accommodate my huge cock's invasion!

"Hehe! Bitch, Harry's big cock tastes good, doesn't it?" Woody lewdly grinned. "Harry! Thrust your big cock hard! Show this bitch a thing or two!"

Although I didn't want to ravage my mother's body, I knew Woody was just a beast in heat right now. If I didn't obey Woody's orders, he wouldn't even consider the use I could use to fix his gun; he would definitely pull out his gun and kill my mother and me.

There was no other way; I had to obey Woody's orders and start thrusting my large penis into my mother's vagina. The folds of flesh inside her vagina gripped my penis tightly, making the thrusting extra strenuous and painful. So, every time I thrust, my mother would let out a soft groan of pain.

No, being forced to have sex with her own son was already painful enough for my mother; how could I make her suffer even more? But I absolutely couldn't pull out my penis, otherwise, the consequence would be that my mother and I would be beaten to death on the spot by Woody, and Woody might even find someone else to rape my mother! Since my mother was destined to be humiliated anyway, I would rather do this dirty work myself; at least, I could alleviate my mother's pain.

And the way to relieve my mother's pain was the sexual technique I had learned; I pressed my penis against my mother's G-spot and slowly pushed it in. When the protrusion of the glans and the uneven muscles of my penis rubbed against my mother's G-spot, it could bring her some pleasure, slightly compensating for the pain she was suffering.

"Ugh...ugh...!"

My huge cock rubbed against her G-spot, probably too stimulating, and Mom trembled all over. Her vagina suddenly secreted a lot of lubricant, instantly reducing the resistance as I thrust forward. As a result, I couldn't immediately reduce the force of my thrust, and my cock rapidly advanced through her fully lubricated vagina, slamming heavily against her clitoris.

"Ah—! Ahhh—!" With her clitoris being slammed so hard, Mom suddenly groaned loudly. Although she immediately lowered her voice, everyone could hear that it was a woman's groan caused by unbearable pleasure.

"Good! Good! Big-dicked Harry, keep going like that!" Woody grinned maliciously, pinning the female slave in his arms down, lifting her legs onto his shoulders, and beginning a fierce thrust. "Let's see who can fuck a woman the wildest!"

Although I didn't want to have this kind of competition with Woody, if I could exhaust him during the competition, maybe he would let my mother and me go. So, I pulled my already fully inserted penis out halfway and pressed it down hard against my mother's G-spot again, until it hit her G-spot hard.

"No—! Ah—!" My penis must have really stimulated my mother's sensitive spot, because she screamed loudly, but before the scream was over, it turned into a moan because of the thrust to her G-spot.

"Haha! I didn't expect this hypocritical bitch to moan so wildly!" Woody laughed as he panted and vigorously fucked the female slave beneath him. "This is so exciting!"

"I'm sorry, Mom." I whispered while Woody was focused on fucking his woman. “I have to do this to survive; but I’ll try my best to make Mom comfortable.”

Without waiting for Mom’s reply, I immediately thrust my huge cock in again, using all the tricks I used to ‘subdue’ Daisy on Mom.

“Ah! Harry…you…ouch! Ouch!”

Under the weight of my cock, Mom could only helplessly sway her hips to meet my thrusts.

“Huff…huff…Mom, is this…comfortable?” Feeling Mom’s pussy wrapped tightly around my cock, waves of pleasure spread throughout my body, and Mom’s moans ignited my lust, so I thrust faster and harder.

“Ah──! Comfortable…comfortable──! Harry…not there…ouch! No! Too sensitive…ouch! Ahhh!”

With a high-pitched moan, Mom suddenly tensed and trembled, and a large amount of warm liquid gushed out of her pussy; then, after her orgasm, Mom collapsed to the ground, slowly panting.

I glanced at Woody; he was trembling on top of the woman, seemingly about to ejaculate. I didn't know how long Woody's stamina was in bed, but the thought of him ejaculating on top of my mother... I absolutely refused to see that happen!

The best way to stop Woody from abusing my mother was to plug her pussy and let him continue venting on that female slave until he was exhausted. Anyway, Woody himself told me to fuck 'this woman' to pieces, so he couldn't blame my big dick for occupying my mother's pussy.

"Mom, to prevent Woody from having a chance to bully you," I lifted my mother's long, bouncy legs onto my shoulders, pressed my big dick against her pussy, and slid in. "That's all I can do. I hope Mom will feel good."

"Ah...! Ah...! So good...!" My big dick pounded her again, and my mother moaned as she moved her hips to match my thrusts. "So good! Harry... Ah! It's hitting the spot... Oh! My Harry! My darling Harry...!"

Hearing my mother call out like that, I was startled and quickly kissed her lips to prevent her from accidentally saying "son." If Woody found out about our mother-son relationship, who knows what tricks he would come up with to mess with me.

However, as soon as I kissed my mother's lips, her tongue almost immediately invaded my mouth, sucking my saliva and giving me a passionate, wet kiss; her waist kept thrusting upwards, as if hoping my big cock could penetrate even deeper.

Okay… since that's how it is…

I put all my weight on my huge cock and thrust it in vertically, the tip of my glans squeezing into the circular fleshy ring of her vulva; Mom's eyes suddenly widened, her whole body tensed up again, her vagina gushed out fluid, and it contracted even faster and faster; being gripped by Mom's honey hole like that, a chill shot from my tailbone straight to my head, my defenses instantly collapsed, and a large amount of thick, turbid fluid shot straight into Mom's uterus.

When I realized I was ejaculating, I wanted to pull my huge cock out; but Mom suddenly clamped her legs tightly around my neck, her waist thrusting upwards, her honey hole gripping my huge cock tightly, not letting go of a single drop of my semen.

"Mom, you…"

"Don't talk… Harry, Mom knows you had no choice." Mom said softly, kissing my nose. “Since you’ve already done it, don’t give yourself away; are you still okay?”

“I can still ejaculate three or four times, no problem.”

“That’s good.” Mom sighed softly, two rosy blushes spreading across her sand-covered, white cheeks. “Continue…don’t stop…don’t let Woody find any flaws, but take it slow…hold on until Woody can’t go on.”

“Yes, Mom.” I pulled my penis out a little, then slowly pushed it back in.

“Mmm—!” A blissful, seductive expression appeared on Mom’s face, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist. Chapter 3 Struggle

I've forgotten how long Woody's "sex game" lasted, only that Woody repeatedly told me to get off my mother and "let" her have sex with him. Of course, I couldn't agree to such a request, but I also couldn't refuse Woody's orders. Refusing Woody's orders would likely result in being shot on the spot by him. The only solution was to make Woody give up his orders, and the way to do that was to use certain highly provocative positions to make Woody so aroused that he would rather I continue "performing" on my mother—for example, entering from behind with my mother facing Woody. This way, Woody could clearly see my big cock spreading open my mother's vagina, covered in her juices, going in and out. Moreover, I could easily reach my mother's G-spot from behind, and the naturally seductive expression on my mother's face would further stimulate Woody, making him unable to resist his lust and forced to grab other female slaves to quell his desire, thus abandoning his plan to defile my mother.

Although I successfully made Woody nearly exhausted from venting his frustrations on the other female slaves, he then only allowed me to leave his tent alone, leaving my mother behind. So, while Woody "theoretically" shouldn't have had the energy to abuse my mother anymore, as long as she remained in that beast's tent, I couldn't shake the disgusting image of Woody's ugly penis penetrating her vagina from my mind.

Damn it, it seems I really have to go all out to rescue my mother.

I didn't sleep all night, staying holed up in the weapons tent, trying to fix that M60 machine gun as quickly as possible. I finally managed to get it repaired shortly after sunrise, and immediately took the M60 to the firing range for a "test shot." If Woody was still asleep, the gunfire would wake him; if he was already awake, the gunfire should lure him out of his tent—leaving him no time to do anything else, like…

After setting up the machine gun and loading the ammunition at the firing range, I immediately opened fire on the wooden rack holding bottles and cans. The deafening, continuous gunfire woke everyone in the camp, including Woody. When Woody, wearing only tattered shorts and still half-asleep, arrived at the firing range, he was met with a ground riddled with bullet holes and wooden racks shattered into pieces by the M60 shells, the dust kicked up by the bullets still lingering in the air.

"Holy shit…!" Seeing the mess before him, Woody's sleepiness vanished completely. "What the hell is this thing?!"

"Boss Woody!" Seeing Woody come out, I quickly picked up the M60 and handed it to him.

"This is a gun I just fixed, please accept it, Boss Woody!"

"What?!"

Woody looked at me, then at the M60 I was holding in my arms, before hesitantly took the M60. As Woody took the M60, I quickly stepped aside to avoid him "accidentally" pulling the trigger and tearing several large holes in my stomach.

"Hey, you guys, go get some wooden crates!" Fortunately, Woody didn't fire; he just ordered his men to move the crates.

After the crate was brought in, Woody raised his M60 and opened fire. The powerful recoil of the M60 made Woody lose his footing, firing and retreating. By the time he finished a round, a row of crooked footprints was left on the ground. However, the crate, which had been used as target practice, was reduced to splinters. The smoke from the M60 firing and the dust kicked up by the bullets almost obscured everyone's vision.

"Holy crap!" Woody was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "With this kind of firepower, who can stand against me? Haha! Big Dick Harry, you did a great job! I should give you a reward!" "Thank you, Boss Woody!" I nervously rubbed my hands together. "Um... Boss Woody, could you give me that female slave from yesterday?"

Oh God, Woody, you have to grant my request! Otherwise, I'd have to carry out the riskier "Plan B"—sneaking a gun on Woody's head at night and then escaping with my mother; but if we got lost in the wilderness, we'd just starve to death.

"That female slave from yesterday?" Woody squinted at me with his beady eyes. "Why?" Why? Could I tell Woody it was because that female slave was my mother? Woody might rape my mother in front of me!

"Because…because it's been so cold at night lately, I often can't sleep…and I don't have a blanket, so I haven't been sleeping well, which is seriously affecting the progress of repairing the guns…" I made up an excuse, hoping to fool Woody. "...So I was thinking, if there's no blanket to cover me, at least I wouldn't feel so cold if I could hug a woman to keep warm..."

"Hmm..."

Woody tilted his head. I knew he was considering whether to give me "that female slave." This bandit camp had plenty of female slaves they'd stolen from all over, waiting to be sold to slave traders, but they didn't have a single blanket. Even Woody's sister Daisy didn't have one. So, asking Woody to give me a blanket was absolutely impossible, but giving me a woman was much easier for him.

"Hmm, okay!" Woody nodded.

When Woody nodded, I almost wanted to shout with joy. I could finally rescue my mother from Woody's clutches; but I had to restrain myself from showing too much excitement, afraid that Woody would become suspicious.

"Anyway, I don't need that woman. I'll have someone bring her to your tent," Woody said, patting my shoulder forcefully. "Work hard, big-dicked Harry! As long as you work hard, I won't treat you unfairly!"

I returned to the weapons tent to continue repairing the guns. Although I really wanted to go back to my own tent to see if Woody had really kept his promise and brought Mom back, I knew that if I left the work unfinished and Woody found out, who knew what would happen to me if he got angry? I had to suppress the urge to go back to my tent and focus on repairing the guns.

Finally, night fell. I quickly put away the guns I hadn't finished repairing and rushed back to my tent.

Mom was sitting in the tent.

Although Woody hadn't even given Mom a rag to cover herself with, leaving her naked in my tent, at least she was free from Woody's clutches!

Hearing me enter the tent, Mom instinctively covered her chest with her hands and turned to look at me. When she saw it was me, the fear on her face immediately disappeared, replaced by a happy expression.

"Harry!" Mom excitedly opened her arms and hugged me tightly, her cheek rubbing against mine. "Harry, I'm so glad you're alright!" "

Mom, I'm sorry I couldn't get you out sooner." I could feel the warm, wet mist on our cheeks; it must be Mom's tears. "I'm so sorry you had to suffer." "No, no, that's not true!" Mom choked back tears. "You did a great job. You got Mom out of Woody's clutches. You did a really good job!"

Get Mom out of Woody's clutches? Perhaps, but that happened after Woody had her "humiliated"; and the person responsible for "humiliating" her was me... Although I hate everything Woody did to my mother, thinking of Woody reminds me of Daisy; thinking of Daisy reminds me of the days I was kept as a sex slave in the tent by Daisy; thinking of the days Daisy kept me as a sex slave, I can't help but think of yesterday when, forced by circumstances, my mother was penetrated by my big dick, and the seductive beauty of a real woman was displayed before my eyes... And now my mother is naked, tightly hugging me, her soft, round, and full breasts pressing against my chest, and my little brother suddenly grows rapidly.

Hey! Hey! Little brother, although the woman in front is a standard beauty, she's not someone you can "think about"...!

Unfortunately, my little brother ignored my protests and remained hard and erect, and to make matters worse, it was pressing against the inside of my mother's thigh!

My penis nudged her inner thigh, startling her at first. She looked down to see what had touched her, then her face flushed red. She quickly released her grip on me, turned around abruptly, and sat with her back to me. The previously harmonious atmosphere of family reunion instantly became incredibly awkward.

"Uh… Mom, what would you like to eat?" Not knowing what to say to ease the tension, I tried to find an excuse to start a conversation—perhaps an excuse to legitimately slip out of the tent and catch my breath?

"…I'll go get it. I did some things for Woody anyway, and he allowed me to take whatever I wanted."

"Anything…anything is fine…" Mom's voice was very low; clearly, what happened yesterday was still fresh in her mind.

"Okay, I'll just grab something to eat and be right back."

I crawled out of the tent, suddenly remembering that I had a tattered cloth to cover my lower body, but Mom had nothing. Wasn't that inappropriate?

Anyway, there wasn't much else in the camp, just a lot of naked slaves, so one more wouldn't make a difference; so I untied the loincloth from my waist and placed it inside the tent.

"Mom, this rag isn't very comfortable, but it can at least keep you warm a little, you can wear it..."

After putting the rag down, I hurried towards the tent where the bandits had piled up food; my restless little brother was still proudly erect, so I had no choice but to walk towards the food tent with my erect penis standing tall, enduring the strange looks from others.

Oh well, as long as Mom's alright, I don't care about anything else... Anyway, no one else has any clothes to wear, at least I still have the "capital" to hold my head high in front of others.

(Anne Potter joins the group!)

As we crawled back into the tent with some food, my skillful mother had already divided the rag I'd left behind into three pieces. One piece was wrapped around her chest, secured with two thin threads taken from the rag, looped around her fair back as a belt; the other two pieces covered her lower body, front and back respectively, also tied together with threads from the rag.

Although my mother had covered her three key areas, most of her fair skin was still exposed. The half-covered, half-revealed allure was almost as strong as complete nudity, causing my little brother, which had finally calmed down, to become restless again. Luckily, my mother had her back to me and couldn't see my current embarrassing state.

After sharing the food with my mother, we ate our dinners quietly. Before she was captured by the bandits, she would always ask us at the table if the food was good, then smile broadly as she watched us men devour her delicious cooking.

But ever since Woody's gang appeared, I've never seen my mother's warm smile again; even now, when we can eat together, we can only eat our own coarse food in silence, barely exchanging a few words.

Damn Woody, one day I'll make you pay!

"Harry...?" Suddenly, my mother spoke, though her voice was unusually low. "...Your... skills for pleasing girls...where did you learn them?"

Skills for pleasing girls? Why would my mother ask that?

"Some of them I learned from my grandfather's books." But I could only obediently answer my mother's question. "The rest I learned from Daisy."

"Daisy?!" My mother's voice trembled.

"Woody's sister. I was kept as a sex slave in Daisy's tent; I only managed to escape Daisy's clutches by getting a job repairing guns for Woody." "I see..." My mother's voice became even softer. "...I'm so sorry to have troubled you..." After finishing my food, I curled up at the tent entrance to sleep. The desert nights were quite cold, and even with the tent providing shelter from the wind, the low temperature still lingered around me through the tattered canvas. Therefore, getting a good night's sleep was difficult. The excuse I'd made up for Woody—"It's too cold to fall asleep at night"—was indeed true.

"Achoo!" A gust of cold wind blew in from the tent entrance, making my nose itch and causing me to sneeze.

"Harry." It was my mother's voice. "It's too cold sleeping over there. Come and sleep with me; it'll be warmer." "But..." I thought that because of what happened yesterday, my mother and I still had a grudge.

"Or I can sleep with you." My mother said, and I heard her moving around inside the tent, followed by a warm sensation against my bare back. "Sleeping together makes it warmer and easier to fall asleep, just like in the books, when you encounter a cold snap while hiking, several people can hug each other to keep warm and avoid freezing." "Yes, Mom."

"Sleep well." Mom wrapped her arms around me from behind, her two warm, soft bodies pressing against my back... Hey! Little brother, can't you behave yourself? You're always trying to stand up! Mom is kindly trying to warm me with her own body heat!

Unfortunately, the little brother still ignored my protests and continued to stand up straight; luckily, Mom was sleeping behind me, otherwise, if she saw this embarrassing state, I wouldn't be able to talk to her for days.

"Slap!" I slapped myself, hoping to "calm down" with it.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Mom's gentle voice was full of concern.

"There... there are mosquitoes." I quickly made up an excuse.

"I see." Mom's voice remained gentle and soft. "Mom will swat away the mosquitoes for you. You've had a long day, you should go to sleep early."

"Okay, Mom."

Suddenly, I heard my mother humming a soft lullaby. Although I'm no longer a baby, the familiar tune gave me the comforting feeling I had as a child. Plus, my mother's body heat warmed me up, and I felt instantly drowsy.

The next day, before I went to the weapons tent to repair my guns, I specifically told my mother not to leave the tent. Since the bandits usually didn't approach my tent, as long as my mother stayed inside, she would be fine. However, if she came out and was seen by a bandit and captured and violated, unless I could immediately grab a weapon and kill the entire bandit gang, I wouldn't be able to save her.

Even with Mom in the tent, I was still worried. While repairing the weapons, I kept my ears perked up, listening for any sounds outside. Thankfully, until I finished repairing "today's share" of weapons that evening, I didn't hear anything strange. Apart from the guards changing shifts outside the weapons tent, the bandits, as usual, didn't approach the weapons tent or my living tent.

I went to the food tent to get some food, and when I crawled back into my tent, Mom had cleaned it spotless—not a speck of dust. She had even leveled the ground where we slept, so we wouldn't be uncomfortable sleeping on small stones or bumps. Mom had even redid her hair; yesterday it was a tangled mess like straw, but today it was smooth and flowing, making her look even more beautiful.

"Mom, here's your food," I said, handing her the fresher items.

"Thank you, Harry." Mom smiled as she took the food, casually tossing her head to brush the strands of hair that had fallen in front of her back...so beautiful...

"What's wrong, Harry?" Mom asked curiously when she saw me staring at her face.

"Oh, nothing...nothing." I quickly sat down and started eating; Mom, on the other hand, smiled and took small bites of her dinner, watching me wolf down my food like a hungry ghost, just like always.

But, I had only eaten half of my dinner when I heard dragging footsteps approaching my tent. I immediately had a very bad feeling—the footsteps didn't sound like the bandits guarding the changing of the guard post. Who would come near my tent for no reason?

I turned to look at Mom, and her face was already pale. The half-eaten piece of hard bread in her hand had fallen to the ground.

It seemed that Mom, like me, had not only heard the approaching footsteps but also had a bad feeling.

(Mom, what should we do? Should we run away now?) I looked at my mother with a questioning gaze, making a shooting gesture with my hand. The meaning was that I should immediately go to the weapons tent, get the gun I had repaired and hidden beforehand, and then escape with my mother under the cover of darkness.

Seeing my gesture, my mother's expression darkened, and she slowly shook her head. She made a looking-around gesture with her left hand and pressed her right hand to her stomach, making a hunger gesture. I knew my mother meant that we weren't familiar with the area, and if we got lost, we would starve to death in the desert.

(So, should we just appease Woody and endure this humiliation to survive?)

I made a submissive expression, nodding my head unnaturally. My mother nodded slowly and helplessly, her face first turning pale, then red.

Then, she turned her head away.

"Big Dick Harry!" The footsteps of someone stopped outside my tent, followed by the sound I least wanted to hear, confirming my ominous premonition. "Woody wants you to take that woman to his tent!" Having decided to endure this humiliation, my mother and I had no choice but to obediently follow that man to Woody's tent.

When my mother and I entered the tent, I saw Woody and several of his trusted men already there, each with two female slaves beside them.

"Oh, Big Dick Harry, you're here!" Woody said with a grin, but his smile was the ugliest I could imagine. "Your performance yesterday was quite impressive, so today I've gathered some of my best buddies for everyone to enjoy your show!"

Damn it! I knew it would be like this again! And it was even worse than I imagined; Woody had also invited other members of the bandit gang to "enjoy the show." At this point, forget about refusing Woody's "orders." Even if I tried to make an excuse to appease him, Woody would probably shoot me on the spot because he "felt he had lost face in front of his other men."

Shooting me is one thing, but what I fear most is that Woody will then do something disgusting to my mother... "Yes, Boss Woody." I had no choice but to obey Woody's orders without question.

However, before I could even respond, Mom had already knelt down, gently lifting my still limp, erect penis with one hand. Then, with her eyes half-closed, she extended her bright red tongue and began licking my enormous little brother from the side, so that Woody

and the other bandits could see the process clearly. Woody and the other robbers, meanwhile, watched with lewd expressions and wide eyes as Mom "massaged" my little brother with her tongue, while their hands groped the female slaves beside them.

"Damn! Look at that female slave of Big Dick Harry, she's such a vixen!" Woody lewdly grinned. "Seeing her licking Big Dick Harry's big penis like that, my own penis is hard." The other robbers also stared wide-eyed, drooling as they watched Mom service me with her tongue.

"Damn, I can't take it anymore!" Woody yelled, reaching out to press the two female slaves beside him against his already erect penis. "See that woman's movements? Do exactly what she does!

Otherwise, I'll fuck you both to death!"

As Woody ordered his two female slaves to perform oral sex on him, the other bandits followed suit.

My big cock was already throbbing with excitement under my mother's skillful tongue. At this moment, my mother released my little brother, knelt down, and leaned back, letting her large breasts, exceeding D-cup size, sway and protrude.

I knew my mother's intention, so I reached out and put my arm around her waist, allowing her to continue leaning back until her head touched the ground; letting her two beautifully shaped breasts tremble and protrude upwards as she leaned back, two dark red, firm nipples swaying slightly at the top of her white jade breasts.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the nipple at the top of my mother's right breast; my tongue swept across the side of the nipple, making it bounce back and forth like a spring.

"Ah—."

As my tongue swept across my mother's nipples, she let out a seductive and comfortable sigh without restraint.

I continued to move my tongue across her nipples, sometimes flicking them, sometimes circling them, as if my tongue and her nipples were dancing.

"Ah—oh—oh!—ah—ah—!"

As my tongue made different movements on my mother's nipples, she also let out moans of varying pitch and intensity, but all equally charming and alluring.

"Damn! Listen to that woman's slutty moans…" Woody's small, beady eyes widened. "Big Dick Harry hasn't even used his big dick yet, and he's already getting this excited with the women?! Damn, I want some too!"

Woody said, gesturing for one of the bustier female slaves to stop licking his penis with her tongue and sit up so he could lick her breasts like I was doing. The other bandits followed suit, and in an instant, the tent was filled with the sounds of women's pleasurable moans.

"Fuck... fuck the fuck!" Woody growled as he listened to the moans and gasps of the women.

"I'm so into this! I've never had so much fun with women... fuck!" Just as Woody uttered the last word, a stream of white fluid shot out intermittently from his erect penis, splashing onto his legs as he sat cross-legged.

Just then, Mom straightened up, her body arching back; then, she gently touched my large penis, opened her cherry-like mouth, and swallowed it; the thick penis forced Mom to open her mouth to its maximum extent, the shaft filling her mouth completely, and you could even see the glans protruding outwards as it brushed against the inside of her mouth.

"Oh, I remember... Big Dick Harry, you performed this move yesterday!" Woody panted, shoving his large penis into the mouth of another female slave kneeling in front of him. "This move is pretty good too!" Looking at Mom's flushed cheeks and dazed eyes, seemingly unconsciously swaying her head back and forth, I suddenly wondered, how did Mom know these techniques recorded in Grandpa's book? Could it be... that Dad taught Mom?

Thinking of this, my penis softened a bit; but then, Mom gently pricked my penis with her fingernail.

(Don't overthink it, getting through this is the priority.)

I read that message in my mother's reproachful yet disappointed eyes.

Yes, if I can't satisfy Woody and get through this, I'm afraid Woody will shoot me dead on the spot; what will my mother do then?

"Heh...ho...!" Woody had already pounced on one of the female slaves, his lower body thrusting incessantly between her legs. "Damn! It's really...it's really fucking exciting!" But, if we satisfy Woody's demands, will he become addicted and make me and my mother perform fairy fights for him every day? That's very possible, so should I, in order to save my life, engage in incest with my mother every day?

Perhaps noticing that I was starting to overthink again, my mother frowned and spat out my penis; then, she turned around, her back to me, sticking out her round, large buttocks, the shimmering valley between her two peaches facing my big cock.

I knew what Mom meant, "If only you had known then what you know now." If Mom hadn't wanted to survive through incest, she would have refused on day one. Since she had already chosen to endure humiliation, thinking about it further was pointless and would only undermine all the efforts she had made to survive.

I understand, Mom, I won't think too much about it; since I've made the decision, I'll do my best.

With a thrust, my large penis plunged straight into Mom's honeyed depths; flesh and fluid squeezed together with a "plop" sound, the thick shaft expanding Mom's paradise to its limit, the tip of my penis even touching a soft ring of flesh inside Mom's body.

"Ah—uh!"

Mom let out a rather loud, seductive moan, the sound stopping abruptly when my large penis reached the deepest part of Mom's body. Mom's hands went limp, her face pressed against the dusty ground again, just like yesterday; but Mom still desperately held her buttocks high, the soft flesh inside her vagina contracting rhythmically, waves of pleasurable pleasure rising up her spine from where Mom and I were joined.

[The End]

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