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I was born in a small mountain village with only a dozen or so households. At that time, the countryside was all learning from Dazhai, and my father was sent to a water conservancy construction site. I was only twelve years old that year. After witnessing my mother's behavior by what seemed like a very accidental opportunity, I began to harbor hatred towards women. It was a scorching July day. At noon, I was eating my lunch in the classroom when the vice principal came in and told us that there would be no classes in the afternoon because our teacher had a family matter to attend to, and we could go home. The nine of us who didn't go home for lunch had one thing in common: the village was small, and there were few students, so the county didn't run schools in the villages, and we had to go to a school in a larger village. My village was more than ten miles away from the village where the school was located, so I had to walk for more than an hour every day to get to school. A holiday was undoubtedly a reward for a child who didn't like studying. I happily ate my lunch in a few bites, put on my schoolbag, said goodbye to my classmates who shared the same fate, and set off on my way home. Beyond the village stretched an endless expanse of rice paddies. The second crop of rice, grown twice a year, was in its grain-filling stage, a lush green as far as the eye could see. I followed the village roads, braving the blazing sun, towards my warm home. By the time I returned to the village entrance, two hours after leaving school, I had played my way there. I walked along the familiar road to my front door, but the usual gate was locked. I wondered if my mother hadn't gone to work in the fields today. I reached out to push the gate open, but it was locked. A little puzzled, I wondered if my mother was asleep. So, I turned around the fence and, as usual, prepared to climb over the fence of the pigsty. I climbed up the low courtyard wall. The two pigs had already finished eating and were hiding under a makeshift rain shelter at the foot of the wall. Just as I was about to jump down, I heard my mother make a very strange sound, and at the same time, I heard a man's voice say, "Guihua, did you enjoy it?" I recognized that it wasn't my father's voice. Suddenly, I remembered the stories my classmates sometimes talked about about women having affairs. I wondered if my mother had a lover and was cheating on my father. So I quietly slipped down the courtyard wall and slowly walked towards the window of my parents' room. At the same time, I heard my mother's voice: "Ah, you rascal, you always find something to poke me with. Hurry up, in case someone comes. Ah, so comfortable. You're so good at this. Are you done now?" I tiptoed to the window. Since it was backlit, I wasn't worried about being seen by the people inside. I slowly peeked in, and what I saw made my blood boil. My mother was lying naked on the bed, her two snow-white, delicate legs spread wide. One leg was pressed against the man sitting beside the bed, the village accountant. She was holding the other leg with her hands. The accountant's other hand was grasping the breast I used to suckle as a child, the one from which milk flowed, the one I would hold and play with to fall asleep. My mother's breasts were white and large, especially the nipples, which were as big as longans with their shells still attached. I recalled the feeling of holding my mother's breasts before falling asleep as a child—smooth and soft, the nipples hardening after being gently squeezed. Meanwhile, the accountant was constantly kneading and changing the shape of the cucumber in his hands. I could see him holding a cucumber as thick as my forearm, thrusting it in and out of my mother's vulva, which was covered in thick, dark pubic hair. Each time he thrust deeply, my mother would let out an exciting moan. The accountant, who was nearly fifty, was also completely naked, with a thick, erect penis protruding high between his legs. I felt it was bigger than my father's, and I couldn't help but think of my own already rock-hard penis, which I felt was no smaller than my father's, but still much smaller than the accountant's engorged, erect penis. My mother was moaning incessantly as the accountant used a cucumber to penetrate her, repeatedly calling him a good man and calling him "Dada" (in our area, we call our father "Dada"). At this point, my mother had probably reached orgasm. The accountant stood up, slapping my mother's plump, white buttocks, and said, "Xiufang, you're really horny. Just from the cucumber, you've already produced so much fluid. You'll be begging me to fuck you later, won't you be in heaven? Get up and lie down, it's your turn to lick me properly." Then he lay down on the bed. My mother's name was Min Xiufang, and she was only thirty years old that year. My father had married her from another village, and everyone said she was the most beautiful woman in the village. At this moment, the accountant made my mother kneel on top of him, and she had no choice but to grasp his thick, long penis and skillfully stroke it. The accountant slapped her high, plump buttocks a few times. My mother seemed to understand what was about to happen; she reached behind her and forcefully spread her buttocks, and the accountant inserted the cucumber even deeper into her slightly dark-colored vagina. My mother's continuous moans were muffled by the penis in her mouth, turning into suppressed groans in her throat. The accountant's other hand reached between them, pinching my mother's swollen nipple, pulling it hard before releasing it, causing her full, soft breasts to bounce incessantly. Looking at my mother's incredibly lewd appearance, a change began to occur in my heart. The beautiful image of my mother in my heart began to turn ugly. I never imagined that my usually virtuous and gentle mother could be so shameless and lewd under another man. At the same time, I felt my penis throbbing painfully, and I unconsciously reached into my pants and took it out, stroking it with my hand. My mother, looking up at the accountant in the room, said, "Come on, dear, I can't take it anymore." The accountant laughed and said, "You said you didn't want it this morning, but now that you want it, I won't give it to you. If you really want it, hurry up and kiss your dear." I so wished my mother would refuse him, but I knew it was impossible. My mother pounced on him, kissing his face like she was eating rice, constantly saying, "Good dear, Xiufang can't take it anymore. If you don't do it, don't do it again." My mother said in a coquettish tone. The accountant, already confident in his mother's abilities, said, "You say no? Fine, I'll go find Chunsheng's wife now. Then we'll see if you can resist begging me." He forcefully pulled the cucumber from his mother's vagina, put it in his mouth, and bit into the cucumber, which was covered in her vaginal fluids. His mother knew he was deliberately messing with her, but she still grabbed him, saying, "Don't go! I knew you and Chunsheng's wife were having an affair. Alright, hurry up, big brother, my good big brother!" The accountant laughed, pressing his mother onto the bed, his hand guiding his thick, hard penis, aiming it at her red, already wet and slippery vagina, and thrusting it all the way in. "Oh, big brother, so amazing! Xiufang is so beautiful!" She said, wrapping her arms around the accountant's neck and offering her tongue. The accountant readily took it in, his buttocks taut from the effort, rising and falling against his mother's body. After manipulating her for a while, the accountant changed positions, straddling one of his mother's soft thighs with both legs, holding her other leg with his left hand, while simultaneously kneading and pulling her plump breasts with his right hand. His mother moaned shamelessly, encouraging him to thrust harder. I watched their joined bodies; each time I pulled out, her engorged, bright red flesh was pulled out, turned inside out, and a trickle of vaginal fluid flowed out, running down her buttocks. Unconsciously, I felt the penis inside my mother's cunt was my own, and my hand quickened its movements. Soon, I felt numb all over, my waist tighten, and a numbing pleasure spread from my penis throughout my body. I ejaculated for the first time in my life. I put my penis away and looked around the room. My mother was kneeling on the bed, and the accountant was standing on the floor. His thick penis was thrusting in and out of my mother's cunt rapidly. My mother was in a trance, moaning incessantly. One hand reached down to her genitals, quickly rubbing her swollen clitoris. The sound of their bodies colliding was loud. Suddenly, the accountant pounced on my mother's smooth, white back, squeezing her two dangling, swaying breasts with both hands. He thrust his hips against my mother's plump, white buttocks, his whole body convulsing. My mother seemed to have reached a pleasurable climax, crying out, "Darling, this is wonderful! Xiufang is so beautiful! Ah, harder, harder, ah!" The accountant rubbed my mother's already reddened breasts vigorously, saying, "How's Xiufang? Better than Erhu, right?" Hearing this, I thought to myself, my mother is truly a slut. Erhu is my neighbor. He's over thirty and still unmarried, living alone. He idles away his days, and I never imagined my mother would want such a slovenly man. My disgust and hatred for her deepened, and a dark lust surged within me. Just then, the accountant's voice came from inside the room: "Xiufang, our village chief has been missing you for a long time. I'll go call him while no one's around. You'd better be a good girl and let him have his way with you." My mother, while wiping the accountant's penis with her towel, said, "You bastard, it's not enough for you to do it yourself, you want to do it for others too. I won't do it." With that, she pushed him away and wiped her genitals, which were covered in vaginal fluid and semen, with the towel.The accountant, after pulling up his pants, grabbed my mother's already red breasts and said, "You dare? Xiufang, aren't you afraid I'll tell everyone about your affair? If you behave, the village chief won't mistreat you. Now, obediently get into bed and wait. If you don't, see how I deal with you. Have you forgotten what happened at the stable? You really wanted that big donkey to fuck you?" My mother trembled and said, "No, I'll listen to you, okay? I'm just afraid he'll kill me if he finds out." My mother finished drying herself and started dressing, glancing at the accountant. "Don't worry, as long as you behave, no one will know. Okay, you wait." He then walked out. I quickly hid. After a while, the accountant came out, muttering to himself, "Slut, can't even go a day without a man, and she's still pretending to be chaste." He then left the courtyard. As my legs began to ache from hiding behind the woodpile, I heard footsteps. The fifty-year-old village chief, arms crossed behind his back, entered the courtyard. My mother, hearing the noise, rushed out, her face beaming, and said, "Village chief, you're here! Come in quickly." The village chief's eyes lit up when he saw my mother, his gaze fixed on her breasts bouncing beneath her clothes as she walked. After inviting the village chief into the house, my mother turned and locked the gate, glancing around nervously before going inside. I was thinking of waiting a while before going out when I heard my mother say, "Village chief, don't rush! Ouch, be gentle!" I thought to myself that this village chief was an impatient man, so I tiptoed to the window. By this time, the mother's clothes had come undone, and the village chief's hand was kneading her soft, white breasts. The mother leaned against the village chief, who lowered his head and took her swollen nipple into his mouth. He unbuckled her belt, and her wide trousers slid down, piling up on her insteps. The village chief's hands impatiently reached for her genitals, which he had just manipulated. The two sat on the bed, and the mother took off her trousers and placed them on the bed. She lay down, spreading her legs and letting the village chief's hands part her labia, revealing the swollen, red flesh inside. The village chief's fingers then inserted themselves, moving in and out, digging and probing, while his mouth licked and sucked her breasts. When I was little, the village chief released my mother, stripped off his clothes, revealing his erect penis, smaller than mine. My mother's eyes showed a hint of disdain, but she still helped the village chief onto her. The village chief seemed very excited, and as soon as he entered, he began to move quickly. My mother let out moans, which sounded like she was trying to please the village chief, unlike the involuntary moans she made when being manipulated by a thief. After a while, the village chief slowed down, and my mother seemed to sense it, saying, "What's wrong, village chief?" "Ah, I'm getting old, I can't keep up anymore," the village chief said somewhat awkwardly. At this moment, my mother showed her gentle and kind side, saying, "Don't worry, village chief, lie down and I'll help you." Saying this, she rolled over, knelt beside the village chief, and gently stroked his now limp penis with both hands. After a while, seeing no improvement, she lowered her head and took the shrunken penis into her mouth. The village chief immediately let out a happy moan. The mother licked and sucked earnestly, and soon a change occurred. To finish quickly, the mother spread her legs and straddled him, aiming the penis in her hand at her wet, throbbing vulva as she sat down. Once it was fully inside, she quickly shook her plump, white buttocks, grabbing the village chief's hand and placing it on her soft, white breasts. However, after only a few moments, the village chief's penis slipped out and became limp again. The mother began to get impatient and casually said, "Village chief, what's wrong? It's happening again. Have you been doing it too much?" The mother's words, spoken without much thought, sounded like a dismissal to the village chief. In this small village, the village chief had always been the most powerful person; no one dared to offend him. Now, the mother's words, especially in bed, were undoubtedly serious, even insulting, to a man, let alone the village chief. The village chief didn't speak, but raised his hand and slapped the mother across the face. He then scrambled up, pinned her down, and grabbed her breasts, twisting and squeezing them forcefully. The mother didn't react immediately and cried out in pain. The village chief became even more ruthless, grabbing her hands that were covering her face and slapping her soft breasts with the other, cursing, "You slut, you couldn't get him hard, you dared to deflate me, see how I deal with you." He had already slapped her breasts more than a dozen times. The mother finally understood what was happening, and fear gripped her heart. She could only endure the pain and say, "Village chief, please stop hitting me, it's my fault, I'll use my mouth to make you hard." The village chief, who was only after an affair, stopped upon hearing this, but unexpectedly found that his penis was erect. The mother also noticed and said, "Village chief, you're ready again, hurry up and fuck me hard." She spread her legs to welcome the village chief's penis. The village chief, sensing the danger, quickly thrust in and began to pump. Feeling his penis was about to soften, he forcefully slapped the mother's breasts. The mother, in pain, begged for mercy, knowing that only in this way could the village chief finish. So, despite her cries of pain, she didn't resist. Soon, the village chief ejaculated, collapsing onto the mother, trembling weakly. After a long while, the village chief got up. The mother hurriedly used a towel to clean him, saying ingratiatingly, "Village chief, you're really good at this. Xiufang almost died from it." The village chief smiled contentedly, still fondly squeezing the mother's swollen, red breasts, saying, "Xiufang, you're really horny. Remember, I'll come back to you." The mother knew she couldn't refuse, so she said, "Village chief, look at what you're saying. Xiufang has given herself to you today. Just tell Xiufang if you don't mind." She then put on her clothes and saw the village chief out. I left home and went into a small grove of trees outside the village. Lying under the shade of the grassy trees, I thought about how my beloved mother could be like this, and a feeling of disgust towards women began to rise within me. At the same time, thinking of my mother's slightly swollen vulva, which had been manipulated, I couldn't help but take out my penis and start masturbating. The sight of my mother being manipulated deeply attracted me. I started skipping school. Whenever my father wasn't around, I would skip school and run back to watch my mother being manipulated by the men in the village. I increasingly hoped that those men would torture my mother even more cruelly. In particular, the village chief and the accountant, in order to manipulate my mother more easily, had arranged for my father to work on a construction team in the city. After my father left, I basically stopped going to school and watched my mother being pressed down on the bed and manipulated by the men in the village. As I grew up, I also began to have contact with women, but every time I did, the image of my mother being pressed down and manipulated would appear in my mind. Over time, a strong sadistic desire began to develop in me. Every time I was with a woman, I would find ways and excuses to abuse the woman beneath me.She then rolled over and knelt beside the village chief, gently stroking his now limp penis with both hands. After a while, seeing no improvement, she lowered her head and took the shrunken penis into her mouth. The village chief immediately let out a happy moan. The mother licked and sucked earnestly, and soon a change occurred. To finish quickly, she spread her legs and straddled him, aiming the penis in her hands at her wet, throbbing vulva as she sat down. Once fully inside, she rapidly shook her plump, white buttocks, grabbing the village chief's hand and placing it on her soft, white breasts. But after a few moments, the village chief's penis slipped out and went limp again. The mother, growing impatient, casually said, "Village chief, what's wrong? It's happening again. Have you been doing it too much?" Her words, spoken without much thought, sounded like a slap in the face to the village chief. In this small village, the village chief was the most powerful person; no one dared offend him. Now, especially in bed, his mother's words were undoubtedly serious, even insulting, to any man, let alone the village chief. The village chief didn't speak, but instead slapped the mother across the face. He then got up, pinned her down, and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them forcefully. The mother, caught off guard, cried out in pain. The village chief, even more ruthless, grabbed her hands that were trying to cover herself and slapped her soft breasts with the other, cursing, "You slut! You couldn't get him hard enough, daring to slap me! See how I deal with you!" He had already slapped her breasts more than a dozen times. The mother then understood what was happening. Terrified, she could only endure the pain and say, "Village Chief, please stop hitting me. It's my fault. I'll use my mouth to help you." The village chief, who had only been there for an affair, stopped hitting her. But to his surprise, he found his penis erect. The mother noticed too and said, "Village Chief, you're ready again! Hurry up and fuck me harder!" She spread her legs to receive his penis. The village chief, understanding the situation, quickly thrust in and began to pump. Feeling his penis was about to soften, he forcefully slapped the mother's breasts. The mother begged for mercy in pain, knowing that only in this way could the village chief finish. So, despite the pain, she didn't stop him. Soon, the village chief ejaculated, collapsing onto the mother, trembling weakly. After a long while, the village chief finally got up. My mother hurriedly wiped him clean with a towel, saying ingratiatingly, "Village chief, you're really good at this. Xiufang almost died from your ministrations." The village chief smiled with satisfaction, still fondly squeezing and kneading my mother's swollen breasts, saying, "Xiufang, you're really quite the slut. Remember, I'll come back to you." Knowing she couldn't refuse, my mother said, "Village chief, look at what you're saying. Xiufang has given herself to you today. Just tell Xiufang if you don't mind." After saying that, she put on her clothes and saw the village chief out. I left home and went into a small grove outside the village. Lying under the shade of a tree covered in grass, I thought about how my beloved mother was actually like this, and a feeling of disgust towards women began to rise in my heart. At the same time, thinking of my mother's slightly swollen, manipulated vulva, I couldn't help but take out my penis and start masturbating. The sight of my mother being abused deeply fascinated me. I started skipping school whenever my father was away, running back to watch my mother being abused by the men in the village. I increasingly hoped that those men would torture my mother even more cruelly. In particular, the village chief and the accountant, to make it easier to abuse my mother, arranged for my father to work on a construction team in the city. After my father left, I basically stopped going to school, watching my mother being forced onto the bed and abused by the men in the village. As I grew up, I also began to interact with women, but every time I did, the image of my mother being forced onto someone and abused would appear in my mind. Over time, I developed a strong sadistic desire. Every time I was with a woman, I would find ways and excuses to abuse the woman beneath me.She then rolled over and knelt beside the village chief, gently stroking his now limp penis with both hands. After a while, seeing no improvement, she lowered her head and took the shrunken penis into her mouth. The village chief immediately let out a happy moan. The mother licked and sucked earnestly, and soon a change occurred. To finish quickly, she spread her legs and straddled him, aiming the penis in her hands at her wet, throbbing vulva as she sat down. Once fully inside, she rapidly shook her plump, white buttocks, grabbing the village chief's hand and placing it on her soft, white breasts. But after a few moments, the village chief's penis slipped out and went limp again. The mother, growing impatient, casually said, "Village chief, what's wrong? It's happening again. Have you been doing it too much?" Her words, spoken without much thought, sounded like a slap in the face to the village chief. In this small village, the village chief was the most powerful person; no one dared offend him. Now, especially in bed, his mother's words were undoubtedly serious, even insulting, to any man, let alone the village chief. The village chief didn't speak, but instead slapped the mother across the face. He then got up, pinned her down, and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them forcefully. The mother, caught off guard, cried out in pain. The village chief, even more ruthless, grabbed her hands that were trying to cover herself and slapped her soft breasts with the other, cursing, "You slut! You couldn't get him hard enough, daring to slap me! See how I deal with you!" He had already slapped her breasts more than a dozen times. The mother then understood what was happening. Terrified, she could only endure the pain and say, "Village Chief, please stop hitting me. It's my fault. I'll use my mouth to help you." The village chief, who had only been there for an affair, stopped hitting her. But to his surprise, he found his penis erect. The mother noticed too and said, "Village Chief, you're ready again! Hurry up and fuck me harder!" She spread her legs to receive his penis. The village chief, understanding the situation, quickly thrust in and began to pump. Feeling his penis was about to soften, he forcefully slapped the mother's breasts. The mother begged for mercy in pain, knowing that only in this way could the village chief finish. So, despite the pain, she didn't stop him. Soon, the village chief ejaculated, collapsing onto the mother, trembling weakly. After a long while, the village chief finally got up. My mother hurriedly wiped him clean with a towel, saying ingratiatingly, "Village chief, you're really good at this. Xiufang almost died from your ministrations." The village chief smiled with satisfaction, still fondly squeezing and kneading my mother's swollen breasts, saying, "Xiufang, you're really quite the slut. Remember, I'll come back to you." Knowing she couldn't refuse, my mother said, "Village chief, look at what you're saying. Xiufang has given herself to you today. Just tell Xiufang if you don't mind." After saying that, she put on her clothes and saw the village chief out. I left home and went into a small grove outside the village. Lying under the shade of a tree covered in grass, I thought about how my beloved mother was actually like this, and a feeling of disgust towards women began to rise in my heart. At the same time, thinking of my mother's slightly swollen, manipulated vulva, I couldn't help but take out my penis and start masturbating. The sight of my mother being abused deeply fascinated me. I started skipping school whenever my father was away, running back to watch my mother being abused by the men in the village. I increasingly hoped that those men would torture my mother even more cruelly. In particular, the village chief and the accountant, to make it easier to abuse my mother, arranged for my father to work on a construction team in the city. After my father left, I basically stopped going to school, watching my mother being forced onto the bed and abused by the men in the village. As I grew up, I also began to interact with women, but every time I did, the image of my mother being forced onto someone and abused would appear in my mind. Over time, I developed a strong sadistic desire. Every time I was with a woman, I would find ways and excuses to abuse the woman beneath me.
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