Witnessing my mother being raped by a foreigner

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My name

is Xiaohao, and I'm a high school sophomore. My parents divorced when I was very young,
and I lived with my mother. Although I grew up in a single-parent family, we were financially well-off,
and my mother loved me very much, so I didn't feel anything was wrong. On the contrary, my mother's youth and beauty brought
me a lot of attention.

From childhood to adulthood, I always looked forward to parent-teacher conferences the most. This wasn't because I had good grades,
but because whenever my mother appeared, she would inevitably attract the attention of other classmates and parents. My mother
was always the most eye-catching in a crowd, and seeing my classmates attracted by her beauty, I would always
proudly tell them, "This is my mother!" The satisfaction from this boasting made me feel like I was benefiting from
my mother's fame.

My mother has a beautiful name, Wang Shanling. When I was little, I didn't really understand my mother's beauty,
but as I grew older and entered high school, I began to look at my mother with a more discerning eye
.

My mother, who is 168 cm tall, has long, glossy black hair. Her beautiful eyes are crystal clear, and
beneath her straight, smooth nose is a lovely, rosy cherry-like mouth. Her skin is fair and smooth, and her two round breasts haven't sagged with age; instead, they've become fuller and firmer. In

stark contrast to her alluring, pert buttocks is her slender waist, so delicate it could be encircled with one hand.
It's as if, when Nuwa created humankind, she placed all the best qualities a woman could possess
on my mother. Where there should be flesh, my mother's body is always full; where there shouldn't be, there's not an
ounce of excess.

However, what attracts me most about my mother are her long, straight, beautiful legs. Whenever my mother
wears casual clothes at home, I secretly observe her legs. The skin on her legs is flawless,
without a single mark or scar; her legs are perfectly proportioned—neither too thin nor too thick. Because
my mother is a public relations manager at a hotel, she always wears stockings and high heels to work. Every
time I see her come home in her business attire, I stare intently at her beautiful legs, as if I can never
get enough of them.

Sometimes, when she notices my gaze lingering on her legs, she'll laugh and say, "Xiao Hao,
why are you always staring at your mother?" I'll then frankly tell her, "It's because you're so
beautiful, Mom. My classmates all say you're young and pretty." Women love to hear compliments, and my mother is no exception. Hearing
me say that, a smile spreads across her face, and her mood becomes exceptionally beautiful.

Beneath my mother's elegant and charming appearance lies an innate noble air, which
is inseparable from her early experiences. During her school days, my mother was particularly skilled at dancing, especially classical Chinese dance.
She successfully entered a dance academy during her university years and stayed on to teach after graduation. It wasn't until she met my father that she
resigned from her teaching position, married him, and then had me.

After giving birth to me, my mother was unwilling to be a housewife forever and resolutely entered the business world. My mother
said that this was the reason she and my father had a disagreement and divorced. However,
after the divorce, my mother's career flourished, and within a few years she was promoted to public relations manager of a hotel.

There's a thick photo album at home, documenting my mother's student days. Although clothing
styles differed from today, my mother was incredibly beautiful in her youth; her beauty transcends time and space
, and even now, she seems ethereal.

Especially striking are the photos from her university days, group photos of her dance team winning awards. In one photo, my mother,
dressed in classical dance attire, stands elegantly among the crowd, smiling at the camera. This is also my mother's favorite
photo. Whenever she has free time, she takes out this album and looks at this photo for a
long time. For my mother, it's not only a memory of the past, but also her pride as a dancer.

Compared to my mother, I don't have much to say. Average grades, average looks, average height—
I'm the kind of ordinary person you wouldn't notice in a crowd. Originally, perhaps I would have continued
to grow up under my mother's love, then gone to an ordinary university, and found an ordinary job. However, everything
changed when I was in my second year of high

school. About a week after the start of my second year, the teacher brought a tall, imposing person into
the classroom and onto the podium.

"This is our new international student, Tabwa. Shall we have him introduce himself?"

As soon as the homeroom teacher finished speaking, the students below the podium shouted in unison, "Yes!"

I looked at the person on the podium; he was about 175 cm tall, with dark skin, short, curly hair,
thick lips, and a face that wasn't particularly handsome, but very robust—a typical Black African. Foreigners
are, of course, quite rare for us ordinary students, so we were all quite curious about the person on the podium
.

Seeing the enthusiasm of the students below, Tabwa, standing on the podium, seemed flattered. He slowly began to speak:
"Hello everyone, I'm Tabwa, an international student from Ethiopia. Because I really like
Zhang Fei from 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms,' I gave myself the Chinese name Zhang Fei. You can call me Xiao Fei. I
love Chinese culture very much. The buildings in China are very tall, and the food is delicious. I really like China, so
I came to China to study."

Xiao Fei spoke in Chinese from the start. Although his pronunciation was a little strange, his conversation was fluent, so
it was easy for us to understand. As soon as he finished speaking, enthusiastic applause rang out from below the podium.

The homeroom teacher looked around the class and saw that I was the only one without a deskmate. So she pointed to
the empty seat next to me and said, "Xiao Fei, you can sit next to Xiao Hao for now." Xiao Fei nodded and walked
towards me.

He sat down on the stool next to me, turned his head to the side, gave me a big smile,
and extended his dark palm, saying, "Xiao Hao, hello." Out of politeness, I also extended my palm
.

Actually, my first impression of him wasn't very good. The moment he sat next to me, I smelled
a strong odor of body odor emanating from him. I'd read online that Black people naturally have stronger body odor, and I hadn't thought much of it before, but
now I understand.

After shaking hands and giving a brief self-introduction, we focused on the teacher's lesson. As soon as class ended,
the classmates swarmed around him. Of course, not for me, but for Xiaofei. After all, none of us
had ever seen a real foreigner in person, let alone a Black one, which made it even more unusual.

One by one, the classmates took turns shaking his hand and introducing themselves. Some even spoke to him in
English, and he readily responded to each of them. This continued for a week before
the classmates' enthusiasm for him subsided.

During that week, my opinion of Xiaofei changed, and our relationship improved. Because
we were deskmates, he would come to me first with any questions, and I could ask him questions about English
. Under my guidance, he also learned to use QQ. We added each other on QQ
and could discuss study and life issues after school in the evenings or on weekends. Gradually, Xiaofei became more and
more familiar with his study and living environment, and the body odor he used to have was slowly replaced by a cheap, pungent perfume.

One day, after finishing a class, I was lying on my desk doing nothing when Xiaofei excitedly patted my shoulder
, pointed to his phone, and said, "Xiaohao, who is that pretty woman standing next to you?"

I looked at the phone screen he was pointing to; it was my QQ space album, and there was a photo of me and my mother
. It was taken last summer when my mother took me on a trip. Seeing his astonished
expression, a sense of superiority welled up inside me. After all, for an ordinary person like me, my mother's beauty
was probably the only thing I could boast about.

So I pretended to be nonchalant and said, "This is my mother, what's wrong?"

Hearing my answer, Xiaofei's mouth dropped open even wider. He excitedly exclaimed, "Oh! Your mother is so beautiful
! I've never seen such a beautiful woman in our country! Can you introduce your mother to
me?"

Hearing the first part of his praise of my mother, I felt a little smug, but when he asked
me to introduce my mother to him, I became somewhat suspicious. Then I thought, maybe Africans
are just that enthusiastic.

But I couldn't make a decision on my own, so I said, "Then I need to ask my mother if she agrees."

Hearing this, he nodded excitedly and said, "Xiaohao, I'll be waiting for your good news tomorrow!"

That evening, when I got home, I mentioned this to my mother during dinner.

"Mom, a new African student transferred to our class, and he's my deskmate."

Mom had just gotten home from work, her makeup still on. She lightly bit her
chopsticks, her red lips barely visible, and said without looking up, "Oh, then you can talk to him more, and practice your English too, that's
good."

"Mom, can I bring him home for dinner after school tomorrow?"

Hearing this, Mom frowned slightly and said, "Isn't that a bit much? It's
too much trouble for me to cook for just one more person."

I hadn't expected Mom to be so reluctant to let me bring Xiaofei home, but then I remembered I'd already promised him
, and refusing him would make me lose face. Besides, I really wanted him to see how beautiful Mom was
, and it would satisfy my own selfish desires.

So I said, "Mom, I heard that his African country is very poor,
and it's not easy for him to come to China to study. He's also helped me with my English lately. As Chinese people, shouldn't we
let him feel our hospitality?"

After I said this, although Mom still looked a little hesitant, she nodded in agreement:
"Okay, Mom will agree this time."

"Yay! I knew Mom was the best!" I cheered, raising my arms happily.

Seeing my comical appearance, Mom smiled indulgently and said, "Alright, Xiaohao,
let's eat."

While eating, I was mentally calculating. Unlike my classmates who were naive and hadn't seen much of the world, Mom
wasn't surprised at all when I told her my deskmate was an African exchange student. Her calm demeanor
made me feel even more proud. After all, my mother is the public relations manager of a large hotel, which
hosts countless foreigners every year—some business tycoons, some political giants. So
it's quite normal that my mother wasn't surprised by Xiaofei, a mere Black international student.

The next day at school, I told Xiaofei I'd invited him to my house for dinner that evening. When Xiaofei heard
I was introducing my mother to him, he excitedly patted my shoulder and said, "Oh! Xiaohao, you truly
are my best friend!"

After school that afternoon, I took Xiaofei home with me. As soon as I opened the door, I announced loudly, "Mom
, I've brought my deskmate Xiaofei home!"

Hearing my voice, my mother came out of the house. Her hair was elegantly styled in
a bun, and she wore a black blazer over a white shirt. She wore a black skirt, revealing
her beautiful legs encased in black stockings. It seemed she had just returned home from work; she hadn't had time to change out of her hotel
work attire.

So I quickly introduced him to my mother, "Mom, this is my deskmate, Xiaofei!"

My mother smiled slightly and said, "Hello, Xiaofei."

Xiaofei immediately extended his dark hand to shake hands with my mother. Seeing how well-mannered Xiaofei was, my mother
also extended her slender hand to shake his. However, that wasn't enough. As soon as Xiaofei
finished shaking hands with my mother, the next second, he immediately hugged her and quickly kissed her on the cheek.

The scene unfolded so swiftly that my mind couldn't process it. Then I saw my mother
push Xiaofei away, her face showing displeasure. From my mother's expression, I knew she wanted to get angry, but she
didn't because of me.

Xiao Fei noticed his mother's unusual expression and quickly apologized, "Ah, I'm sorry, Auntie, I forgot
this is China. I shouldn't have done that."

His mother gave an awkward smile and forced a smile, saying, "It's alright, let's eat."

During the meal, his mother remained silent, while Xiao Fei was unusually enthusiastic, praising his mother's cooking
and her beauty. However, after what had just happened, his mother didn't want to talk to him at all,
only responding with simple "uh-huh" or "oh" to his questions.

Later, Xiao Fei realized his mother didn't want to talk to him, so he turned to me and started talking to me.

"Auntie is so beautiful, and has such a great figure, she's like a celebrity! Xiaohao, don't you think so?"

Hearing Xiaofei's flattering praise of his mother, I said smugly, "Of course! My mom used to be
a dance teacher!"

Xiaofei perked up even more when he heard that my mother was a dance teacher, and he asked her again,
"A dance teacher? So, Auntie is a very good dancer?"

However, this time, my mother didn't even bother with a polite reply; she simply remained silent and focused on picking out her food.

Seeing this awkward scene at the table, I had no choice but to chime in and answer Xiaofei, "Of course! My
mom is very skilled in traditional Chinese dance; she's won many awards in competitions."

"Oh, Auntie, could you dance for us? I've never seen Chinese dance before!"

I really didn't know if Xiaofei was genuinely oblivious to social cues, or if Africans were just that
straightforward, but I knew that my mother definitely wouldn't dance for him. After all, Mom hasn't danced for many years.
Even I have to watch her dances on DVDs, let alone Xiaofei.

Sure enough, to Xiaofei's shameless request, Mom simply said, "Some other time."

Xiaofei, however, didn't seem bothered by Mom's reaction at all. He said with great enthusiasm,
"Auntie, I can dance very well too! Let me perform for you and Xiaohao!"

Without waiting for Mom or me to speak, Xiaofei got up, stood by the dining table, and began to dance
.

He danced while clapping along to the rhythm, even occasionally throwing in a beatbox,
giving off a vibe reminiscent of African dances on TV. I couldn't help but watch intently.

Then I looked at my mother. She had initially been indifferent, but gradually became
captivated by Xiaofei's dance. Eventually, she rested her chin on her hand, completely absorbed in his movements, her eyes
revealing a growing sense of appreciation. When

Xiaofei finished his dance, he was covered in sweat before finally sitting back down at the table. I
clapped immediately and said, "Xiaofei, you danced wonderfully! I didn't know you could dance."

Xiaofei smiled and said, "Thank you, thank you."

My mother's attitude towards Xiaofei gradually changed, and she even started asking him, "Xiaofei,
have you ever studied dance before?"

"No, no, no need to study. In our country, we've all learned to dance since we were little." Xiaofei also
showed great enthusiasm for my mother, "Auntie, do you think I danced well?"

"You danced very well! Your dance is very captivating, wonderful!"

Hearing my mother's praise, Xiaofei quickly said, "Oh, then could you please dance for me, Auntie? I
've never seen traditional Chinese dance before."

My mother smiled and still declined, "Let's do it another time, haha."

Xiaofei wasn't discouraged by my mother's second refusal, so he continued to chat enthusiastically with me and my mother
. My mother gradually changed her previous attitude, not only asking about Xiaofei's studies
and life in China, but also discussing many issues related to dance with him. It seemed Mom was quite interested in Xiaofei's dance
.

After dinner, Xiaofei sat for a while and then said he had to go home. After seeing Xiaofei off, I asked
Mom, puzzled, "Mom, you didn't seem to like Xiaofei much at first, so why did you start talking to him later
?"

"Maybe his dance brought back some memories. Even though he's Black, Mom really
shouldn't have judged him. He's not a bad kid."

I understood the first part of Mom's sentence, but the second part confused me. What did she mean by "judging him"?
So what if he's Black? As a child, I didn't understand what Mom meant, but later, the cold reality
gave me a resounding slap in the face.

The next day at school, Xiaofei suddenly announced to me, "Xiaohao, I've decided! I'm going to pursue your mother and
make her my wife!"

I was shocked. "Xiaofei? Are you crazy? What are you saying?"

Xiaofei, unfazed by my reaction, said, "I said, I'm going to make your mother my wife
because she's so beautiful!"

I shook my head; his words were completely incomprehensible to me. I continued, "Xiaofei, do you know
what you're saying? That's my mother, she's ten or twenty years older than you, and you're just a high school
student like me."

Xiaofei persisted, "It's okay, Xiaohao, I've already decided. From now on, you can call me Dad
, haha."

Hearing him talk about pursuing my mother... "And he wants to be my father?" I felt humiliated, so I angrily
said, "Xiao Fei, talk to me properly! You're just a toad, don't even think about eating swan meat! Besides, you
're from Africa, poor and ugly, and a black man too. Stop dreaming!"

Xiao Fei shrugged and laughed, "It's okay, Xiao Hao, you can curse me all you want, but I hope you won't stop
me from pursuing your mother."

I laughed contemptuously, "Hahaha, I won't stop you at all, because you can't possibly do it!"

Hearing that I wouldn't stop him, Xiao Fei quickly put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Great, Xiao Hao, you really
are my good friend!"

As soon as he came up to me, I smelled the strong, cheap perfume on him, so I quickly slapped him...
She pushed him away, frantically waving her hands in front of her nose, making no attempt to hide her disgust. However, Xiaofei just
smiled shamelessly and remained silent.

From then on, Xiaofei would often shamelessly ask to go home with me for dinner after school, which I, of course,
resolutely refused. But every time, he would declare righteously, "Xiaohao, you said you
wouldn't stop me from pursuing your mother." So I had nothing to say and could only take him home. After all, he was just a
black man; trying to pursue my beautiful mother was nothing more than a toad lusting after a swan.

After taking him home for dinner a few times, Xiaofei and my mother became more and more familiar. My mother, who initially didn't pay much attention to
Xiaofei, gradually let go of her prejudice against him and started chatting with him during meals.

But Xiaofei remained as shameless as ever, frequently telling completely
unfunny jokes at the dinner table. It was obvious he'd just bought one of those joke books from a street vendor and was deliberately
reciting it to his mother, trying to make her laugh. These silly jokes, coupled with his strange Chinese pronunciation,
coming out of his mouth with such seriousness, actually made his mother laugh uncontrollably.

Thankfully, all of this was under my control so far. I could tell Xiaofei's actions were futile
. My mother was unmoved by so many men in the workplace; Xiaofei, a black man from Africa,
had even less of a chance. I should find an opportunity to talk to him and make him give up on this idea.

That day after school, as I was walking towards the school gate with my backpack, Xiaofei immediately called out to me from behind and
stuck to me like a leech.

"Xiao Hao, let me come to your house for dinner tonight."

"Hey, Xiao Fei, just give up. Don't even think about my mom."

Xiao Fei waved his hand. "No, no, no, Xiao Hao, please, don't stop me, okay?" This

wasn't the first time he'd pestered me like this; I was used to it. So I kept quiet. Let him
do whatever he wants; it's all pointless anyway.

Back home, Mom was cooking in the kitchen. Hearing the door open, Mom came out and saw
us enter. She said, "Xiao Fei's here?"

"Hello, Auntie! You're still so beautiful!"

Mom chuckled. "Hehe, Xiao Fei, your Chinese is getting better and better." Then she turned and went into
the kitchen.

I threw my backpack on the sofa and started watching TV. But Xiao Fei said, "Auntie, let me
help." Then he went into the kitchen.

I shook my head secretly and continued watching TV. After watching for a while, I kept glancing towards the kitchen, wanting to
see what Xiaofei and Mom were doing there. Although I had absolute confidence in Mom, I was afraid Xiaofei
would try to take advantage of her like he did the first time he came to my house.

I saw Mom chopping vegetables, and Xiaofei stood beside her, handing her tools. However, later on, Xiaofei started getting
restless. He kept rubbing against Mom, his dark flesh pressing closer and closer,
and even casually nuzzling her chest with his elbow. I saw Mom shift her body, glancing uneasily towards
the living room. So I quickly looked away.

Xiaofei was definitely not that simple; he was actually starting to secretly touch Mom. I thought Mom must really
dislike him, but was too embarrassed to say so openly. It seemed I should make things clear to him tomorrow and tell him
not to come to my house anymore.

During dinner, Xiaofei was still talking enthusiastically, but I didn't want to pay him any attention; I just wanted to finish
eating and get him home as soon as possible. However, we were only halfway through dinner when a torrential downpour suddenly began outside.

The rain continued unabated until we finished eating, so Xiaofei and
I had to sit on the sofa and watch TV. I kept glancing out the window, hoping the rain would stop so Xiaofei could leave.

But it seemed like Mother Nature was deliberately working against me; the rain showed no sign of letting up. Just as I was about to tell
my mother to give Xiaofei an umbrella so he could leave, my mother, who had just come out of the kitchen after washing the dishes,
said, "Oh dear, it looks like this rain isn't going to stop anytime soon. Xiaofei, why don't you sleep here tonight
?"

My mother looked at Xiaofei, then at me, as if seeking my opinion. Since Mom had taken the initiative, I
couldn't say anything, so I just said, "Okay."

I saw Xiaofei secretly give me a smug look, then he waved to Mom in a mocking manner, saying,
"No need, Auntie, I'll go back when the rain gets lighter."

Mom said, "It's alright, Xiaofei, you're Xiaohao's friend. We have a guest room for you to sleep in.
Just make do tonight, and go to school with Xiaohao tomorrow morning. What, are you complaining about Auntie's house?"

"No, no, no," Xiaofei hurriedly waved his hands frantically, "Then thank you, Auntie."

I sighed inwardly; tonight was truly a stroke of luck for him. Judging from Mom's tone, she probably
really thought Xiaofei and I were close. I could only let Xiaofei sleep at home for the night, and then I
'd tell him clearly at school tomorrow not to come again.

I made up my mind and stopped thinking about it. It was getting late, so I watched TV for a while, told Xiaofei
to sleep in the guest room, and then went to wash up and go to bed.

The next morning, I woke up, opened the door, and went out to find the guest room door wide open, but Xiaofei wasn't
there. Then I bumped into my mother, who had just finished washing up in the bathroom, and asked, "Mom,
where's Xiaofei? He's gone!"

Mom had gotten up a little late today; usually, she would have already made breakfast by now.

Wearing her pajamas and having just washed her face, she said, "I don't know, he probably left. Oh, Xiaohao,
here's some money, buy some breakfast outside, Mom has to rush to work."

Mom changed her clothes, left some money on the table, and hurried out to work. I washed my face, took
the money, bought a bread roll at the school gate, ate it, and then went into the school.

When I got to the classroom, Xiaofei was already sitting in his seat waiting. Seeing me come in, Xiaofei beamed
with excitement and whispered in my ear, "Xiaohao, I did it! You have to call me Dad from now on!"

I exclaimed in surprise, "What did you say?"

"I said, your mother is already my woman!"

"Impossible! Were you still dreaming last night? You only slept in my house one night and you're already fantasizing?"

Despite my disbelief, Xiaofei was unconvinced. He smugly whispered, "Haha, Xiaohao
, were you sleeping too soundly last night? Your mother's melodious moans were incredibly arousing!"

I couldn't tolerate Xiaofei's verbal insults towards my mother any longer. He probably
had delusions in addition to being shameless. I grabbed his neck and yelled, "Watch your mouth!"

Xiaofei, pinned to the chair by the neck, said, "What, do you want the whole class to know?"

Hearing this, I looked around and saw all the classmates staring at us. I had no choice but to let go
, pretending nothing had happened. After a while, the teacher came in, and the students started focusing on
reading aloud, no longer paying attention to Xiaofei and me.

During PE class, free time...

I pulled Xiaofei to an inconspicuous corner of the playground and carefully questioned him about what happened that morning.

"Xiaofei, what you said this morning, was it true?"

"Of course it's true, Xiaohao, would I lie to you? But you're my friend, I won't force
you to call me 'Dad,' but your mom kept calling me 'husband' last night, and it really felt so good!"

Hearing Xiaofei's smug tone, my resolve slowly crumbled. Could it be that Xiaofei really
did something with his mother? But his mother was so elegant and refined, and there hadn't been any prior indication. How could she
possibly be involved with a black guy like Xiaofei?

Still a little skeptical, I asked, "Xiaofei, did you drug my mom?"

"Oh, Xiaohao, you're clever! You guessed right!" Xiaofei said smugly. "
I tried to win over your mom with sincerity, but she doesn't seem to like me. Sigh, I
had no choice but to resort to some tricks."

I quickly pressed, "What drug did you give my mom?" "

This!" Xiaofei pulled a small, clear glass bottle from his pocket. Inside was a green,
paste-like substance.

"What is this?!" Seeing Xiaofei take it out, I reached out to grab it, but Xiaofei
hid his hand, and I missed.

"Hey, Xiaohao, don't you dare snatch it! Your mother's counting on this to survive, haha!"

Looking at Xiaofei's despicable face, I was furious. I said, "What kind of medicine is this?"

"I specially brought this from my country, haha, I don't know how to say it in Chinese, but
it's a kind of medicine. Don't you want to know how your mother begged me to sleep with her last night?"

"Tell me!" I said fiercely.

"Haha, don't rush, Xiaohao, you're my friend forever!" Xiaofei looked around, pointed to
the stands next to him, and gestured for us to sit down. We sat down on the stands, and Xiaofei began his story.

"After you went to sleep last night, I quickly went to my room to sleep too. Around midnight, I quietly slipped into your mother
's room. Her door wasn't locked, and I easily got in. When I got in, your mother was already
asleep in bed. You know, every time I see your mother's face, my penis gets incredibly hard. But this
time, I didn't just go and rape her. I quietly crept over, lifted your mother's blanket, and saw your
mother wearing a nightgown, lying in bed, sleeping soundly. Hehe, so I took out this bottle of medicine."

At this point, Xiaofei pulled his glass bottle out of his pocket and waved it triumphantly in front of me
. I said coldly, "Continue."

"I gently spread your mother's legs, pulled down her panties, and saw your mother's vulva. I bet
you've never seen your mother's vulva before, right? It's so pink and tender, indescribably beautiful. Your mother has really taken
good care of herself over the years! So I applied my medicine to the outside of your mother's vulva."

To be honest, listening to Xiaofei describe it so vividly, my penis got hard from his description. So I asked,
"What exactly is this medicine?"

"Hehe, don't rush, let me explain. This medicine is something I specially brought from my country. In our
country, men can marry many wives. Besides being rich, how do you get a wife? It's with this stuff.
It's easy to buy on the black market, haha. No matter how pure, noble, or aloof a woman is, as long as you apply
this to the outside of her vagina, instantly, her whole body will become hot, her libido will rise rapidly, and she'll become a
complete slut.

"I applied this medicine to your mother's vagina, then started riding on top of her, took out my penis, and
inserted it into your mother's body. Maybe my penis was too big, because after only two thrusts, your mother woke up.
When your mother woke up and saw me riding on top of her, she immediately pushed me away angrily and told me to get out. Of course
, I wasn't in a hurry. I got up and stood by the bed, watching your mother, waiting for the medicine to take effect."

"Soon, your mother started feeling hot all over, her face turned red, and her eyes, which had initially
been angry, turned tender and affectionate. She even asked me, 'Xiaofei, did you drug me?'
Of course, I readily admitted it. By then, the drug was taking effect, and your mother couldn't think of anything else; she just
kept begging me to fuck her, hahaha!

Your mother sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed my arm, and said, 'Xiaofei, please help Auntie, please.' At this
point, I wasn't in a hurry anymore, because I wasn't doing this just for this one time; I wanted to be able to fuck your mother anytime in the future.
So I made your mother my wife, and she could fuck me anytime. At this point, your mother had already lost the ability to think
; she could only hurriedly agree and beg me to fuck her quickly."

"She gently pulled me onto the bed, pressed her whole body against me, and said, 'Honey, come and fuck me
, my pussy is so itchy.' Your mom's sweet voice made my bones melt, so I started
pinning her down and fucking her like crazy. I fucked her three times last night before she was satisfied. This drug
is really effective, hahaha!"

Listening to Xiaofei's story, my penis stood erect, and tears involuntarily streamed down my face. My mother,
How did she become like this after Xiaofei drugged her, still calling him "husband"? But then I thought again, this morning,
judging from Mom's expression, it didn't seem like what Xiaofei said. This means Xiaofei's drug has a time limit; once Mom
regains her senses, she won't let Xiaofei manipulate her anymore.

This is a stroke of luck amidst misfortune. So I said to Xiaofei, "I don't care if what you're saying is true or false
, don't even think about stepping into my house again! I'll tell my mother today too, so you'd better watch yourself!"

Xiaofei didn't back down at all from my threat. He shrugged and said, "Xiaohao, if I don't go to your house,
your mother will probably beg me to go, haha! After the effects of my drug wear off, your mother's vagina will be unbearably itchy
. The only solution is to apply this drug again. Then, I'll be waiting for your mother to come begging me, hahaha
!"

Hearing Xiaofei's shameless words, I jumped up, wanting to punch him. However, Xiao Fei stood up
, dodged me with a swift movement, and then grabbed my neck with one hand, gradually increasing the pressure. "Xiao Hao, do you think you can
beat me? You little dwarf."

I was struggling to breathe from Xiao Fei's grip. Only then did I realize that with Xiao Fei's strong muscles and sheer
strength, I really couldn't beat him.

Xiao Fei released me, saying, "Xiao Hao, you're my friend, and your mother is now my woman.
Don't try to stop me, hahaha!" Then he turned and left.

At that moment, tears welled up in my eyes again. Was it possible that I, who had nothing,
was about to lose even my mother?

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