The lewd mother enjoyed gang rape.

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From dawn till dusk, day after day, year after year. One can imagine the lives of the monks at Shaolin Temple on Mount Song, a place historically considered a Buddhist holy site. They practice kung fu from morning till night, day after day, year after year. But what is the point of all this practice? Even if you asked the abbot of Shaolin, he wouldn't be able to give a definite answer. Perhaps he would put his hands together and tell you, "Monks are compassionate. Learning martial arts is not for fighting, but for self-cultivation, enlightenment, and Buddhahood." That's what he says on the surface, but his heart is also filled with loneliness. However, as a role model, he can't be careless.

Being a Shaolin monk is incredibly boring and lonely, and you have to abide by so many rules and regulations—it's truly worse than death. However, not every monk is so dutiful; occasionally, they might secretly sneak in, but they manage to do it undetected.

Women are men's playthings and sex tools, especially the women in my family.

Let me start with my mother. The first time I witnessed sexual intercourse between a man and a woman was when I saw my mother being gang-raped. I was still in elementary school at the time. We lived in a row of old-fashioned houses near the suburbs. Our neighbors were all my dad's colleagues from his factory. Just a few steps away was the countryside, with many fields of crops and vegetable gardens. There was also an orchard nearby, growing plums and apples. During summer vacation, when I had nothing to do, I would go to the orchard with the neighborhood kids to steal half-ripe plums. The orchard was contracted by nearby farmers, and we were caught after stealing a few times. The farmers came to our door to argue, but were driven away by the employees and their families from my dad's workplace. The farmers couldn't catch my mother, but we could still sneak in to pick plums.

One evening, a few friends and I went to steal plums again. We climbed over the wall, and as soon as we landed inside, we heard the dogs barking wildly. Oh no, we'd been discovered! It was too late to climb back over the wall; we heard hurried footsteps approaching. In the chaos, my companions scattered and fled. I was completely disoriented, stumbling around aimlessly. I turned a corner, saw no one around, and felt relieved. Suddenly, a dark figure jumped down from the wall. Before I could even see clearly, I was slapped across the face. Although it wasn't a hard blow, I felt dizzy, my ears were ringing, and my cheek was burning. That's how I was caught red-handed by a burly man. The man who grabbed me was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted. He wore filthy trousers, his shirtless, and reeked of sweat. His voice boomed like thunder: "You little brat, I've been waiting for ages, and I finally caught you!" He grabbed my neck with his iron-like hands and lifted me up, making me wince in pain. I stubbornly persisted, shouting, "You bastard, you old bastard, let me go! Let me go..." The man, probably angered by my outburst, slapped me again with his thick, hard left hand, and only then did I submit. The burly man dragged me to a barn next to the orchard, tucked my hands and feet behind my back, tied them together with a thin rope, and then tossed me carelessly onto a pile of unhulled rice before leaving. While no one was around, I looked around: the barn wasn't small, about thirty square meters, with no windows. One side was piled with rice, and the other side had three or four benches and various odds and ends. I don't know how much time passed, maybe just a short while, but the barn remained empty. My stomach started rumbling. My dad was away on a business trip, and my mom was at home cooking dinner, waiting for me to come home. If she found out I'd been caught stealing plums and tied up here, I'd definitely get a beating. The burly man hadn't tied me up very tightly; I felt like I could break free and sneak away. Thinking this, I suddenly thought I heard my mother's voice. I thought, "Oh no, my mother is here to see me. Some gossip must have gone back and told her. I'm in big trouble now." My mother's voice was very far away at first, and I couldn't hear it clearly, but it gradually got closer. I could tell that my mother and the man seemed to be arguing. I heard my mother say, "No matter what, you have to let me see where my child is first!" Then there were footsteps, and then the figure of the man who had grabbed me appeared in the doorway. My mother followed him in. When my mother saw me, she immediately rushed to my side. She saw that my right cheek was swollen and had finger marks on it. She turned around and said sternly to the man, "You... how could you hit my child like that?" The man was no longer as aggressive as before and mumbled something. When my mother saw that my hands and feet were still tied behind my back, she immediately bent down and helped me untie the ropes. I then noticed that my mother was wearing her usual sleeveless dress and slippers. Her hair was still wet from washing and smelled faintly of soap. When she bent over, I could see her two snow-white breasts and their bright red nipples through the wide neckline. My mother wasn't wearing a bra! My mother would never be so careless when she goes out. Perhaps when my friend came to our house to tell her that I had been caught by the farmers, she rushed to find me without even changing her clothes. The fabric of her dress was also very thin; I could even see the pink panties she was wearing underneath. She wasn't wearing anything on her upper body, and I could vaguely see the areolas through the fabric. Just as my hands were untied, an older man and a younger man came in through the door. The older man was over fifty years old, with white hair, not very tall, a beer belly, and a stubble beard. The younger man looked to be only in his twenties, wearing a sweat-soaked red vest that revealed his muscular physique. The older man said, "Hey, Blackie, who's this woman?" The burly man who had initially grabbed me became aggressive again, saying, "Damn it, a few brats come to steal plums every day. I've been squatting on the wall for ages, and I finally caught one. And here he is, his mother's here looking for him." The old man sized my mother up and down, his eyes lingering on her ample bosom with ill intent, before saying to her in a serious tone, "So, all those plums were stolen by your son! Come with us to the police station!" My mother was no longer as aggressive as before. She lowered her head and stammered, "The kid was ignorant, please don't take it to heart, sir..." She was only halfway through her sentence when the old man interrupted, "Don't give me that! Your son was caught red-handed stealing plums. I won't make things difficult for you, but either you pay two thousand yuan, or I'll take your son to the police station. You decide!" At that time, my mother's monthly salary was only a little over eighty yuan, and my father's was a little over one hundred yuan. Two thousand yuan was more than half a year's income for our whole family. This was clearly extortion. But the thought of going to the police station terrified me, and I burst into tears, grabbing my mother's arm and saying, "Mom... I don't want to go to the police station... I don't want to go to the police station..." My mother stood there, speechless. The old man stared lecherously at my mother's chest. My mother seemed to sense something was wrong and pulled me towards the door, but the old man and Hei Zi blocked her way.

My mother said, "What do you want?" The old man said, "You haven't said yet, are you going to pay compensation or go to the police station? If you want compensation, pay up and we'll release him. Otherwise, hmph..." My mother had no choice but to soften at this point, pleading, "Uncle, we really can't come up with two thousand yuan. My child was just being naughty, I apologize to you. Look at a kid this young, who hasn't been a little mischievous? Please forgive my son and me. I'll kowtow to you, okay?" The old man ignored my mother and turned to Hei Zi, saying, "Hei Zi, what did you just say? 'Damn that little brat,' right? Now this little bastard's mother is right here. Look at this slutty woman, dressed so scantily, do you want to see what she looks like when she's naked?" My mother's face flushed red, and she hurriedly pulled me, trying to run away. The old man grabbed my arm and lewdly said to my mother, "You can leave if you want, but don't you think about what will happen to your son?" My mother immediately went limp.

The old man leaned in and groped my mother's soft breasts, saying, "Take off your clothes yourself. If you satisfy the three of us, we'll spare your son. How about it?" My mother's sensitive nipples were suddenly touched by a strange man's hand through her clothes, and due to a natural physiological reaction, they became erect. The erect nipples did not escape the old man's lewd eyes. "Look, your breasts are all perked up." My mother covered her chest with her hands and took a step back, almost stepping on the foot of the black man who had appeared behind her without her noticing. She couldn't help but scream. The black man's large hands grabbed my mother's wrists from behind like iron clamps, pinning her arms behind her back. My mother had no chance to struggle at all.

The old man said to me menacingly, "Kid, stay put over there quietly, don't make a sound, and don't move, or I'll strangle you. Do you hear me?" I said in terror, "Grandpa, please don't bully my mother, let us go home..." He leered and said, "Your mother is so beautiful, we just want to play with her, we won't hurt her." The old man moved closer to my mother. My mother's already full breasts appeared even more prominent with her hands behind her back, her erect nipples standing out high. The old man's dark, thin hands grabbed my mother's two large breasts through her clothes and kneaded them from side to side, his palms intentionally rubbing her protruding nipples. My mother was completely subdued, unable to escape or resist, the waves of sensation emanating from her sensitive nipples making her tremble.

The old man used his thumb and forefinger to support the lower edge of my mother's breasts, making the thin bra cling to her ample bosom and outlining their shape. He said to Hei Zi, "Look, only women who have given birth have breasts this big." As he spoke, the old man casually picked up a large pair of scissors beside him, grabbed the wide strap of my mother's dress on the right shoulder with his left hand, and with his right hand, he scissors, cutting the strap off. He released it, and half of the dress slid down to her chest, revealing my mother's fair shoulder. My mother was shocked and angry, her face flushed red. When the old man did the same to her left shoulder strap, she cried out, "No! Uncle, don't cut it! I'll pay you two thousand!" But the old man smiled slightly, and with a swift movement, the strap on my mother's left shoulder also snapped. The loose dress slid down to her waist, and my mother was instantly exposed.

My mother, shirtless, stood a step away from me, her hands tightly bound behind the blanket by Heizi. Her large, snow-white breasts swayed slightly, their graceful curves revealing a deep cleavage. Near the tips of her breasts were crimson areolas, their edges slightly raised above the surrounding skin, forming a conical protrusion. In the center stood a hemispherical nipple with a dimple at the tip. I grew up suckling from my mother's breasts, and now they were completely exposed to several men! Every penis in the room began to erect, including mine.

My mother's snow-white upper body was exposed, her lower body still wrapped in a yellowish-green dress, like a peeled banana about to be eaten. The old man pulled my mother's dress down, and it slid loosely to her heels, revealing her fair and smooth legs. My mother was now only wearing a small pink thong tightly covering her genitals. Between her legs was a beautifully shaped mound, revealing her entire navel and two large, white buttocks. My mother pleaded with them, "Please, don't do this in front of my child, okay? Please, uncles and grandpas..." The old man chuckled and said, "This kind of thing only gets exciting in front of children! Kid, look at your mother's breasts, aren't they big? Aren't they fun? Look at what's down there, it's even more fun!" He grabbed my mother's underwear and pulled it down. My mother struggled desperately, squeezing her legs together, but it was no use. The underwear was quickly flipped up to her thighs, revealing a tuft of pubic hair below her protruding belly, and her buttocks trembling. My mother's private parts were no longer private. The old man easily pulled her underwear down to her ankles, then had Hei Zi grab my mother by the armpits and lift her off the ground. He pulled her dress and underwear off her feet and casually tossed them onto the haystack next to me. My mother was now completely naked. My forty-one-year-old mother had skin as white as condensed milk, a full body without a single wrinkle, smooth and delicate skin, beautiful curves, and a well-proportioned figure.

Everyone stared in disbelief at her naked body. The old men dragged my mother to a nearby haystack and forced her down. Blackie, unable to contain himself any longer, leaned in and sucked on her right nipple, kneading and squeezing her breast as he did so. Another boy, seeing this, greedily took her left breast and licked her nipple. My mother, with two men suckling her breasts from either side, felt a tingling, itchy sensation on her nipples, as if ants were crawling inside her, making it hard to breathe. Suddenly, my mother felt her thighs being spread apart by two strong hands. She tried to close her legs, but it was too late. A pink vulva was revealed between her thighs, through the pubic hair, below which was a dark anus. The vulva was a mass of flesh, with a piece of flesh the size of a soybean sandwiched in the middle. The old man's fingers parted my mother's vulva, revealing two pink, opening and closing orifices; the lower one seemed to have a little bit of whitish, sticky fluid. The old man inserted his right middle finger into her vagina, all the way in. My mother cried out. He pulled out his middle finger and then inserted his index and middle fingers together, while using his thumb to manipulate the pea-sized flesh, which quickly turned bright red. My mother began to moan and groan, her vagina tightly gripping the old man's two fingers.

After a while, he pulled his fingers out, put them in his mouth and licked them, smacking his lips with relish, then brought his mouth close. His large nose pressed against the pea-sized flesh, his tongue probing the entrance of her vagina, his stubbled chin pressing against the soft skin around my mother's anus. My naked mother's three sensitive areas were completely occupied, and being sucked and licked by three men in front of me, she was overwhelmed by extreme shame. Sexual pleasure surged through her body and nerves like an electric current, and my mother went limp, moaning loudly. The old man suddenly pulled his pants down to his knees, revealing his dark, engorged penis. The glans, the size of an egg, was swollen and deep red with blood, and two still firm, full testicles swayed in his ugly scrotum. The old man had Hei Zi hold down my mother's upper body to prevent her from moving. My mother suddenly began to struggle, kicking her legs in an attempt to keep the naked old man from getting closer, but in the end, he managed to grab her legs and spread them apart. The moment my mother lost her virginity had arrived. The old man's right hand pinched his glans, while his left hand pressed the web of his thumb against my mother's flesh, the size of a soybean. His index finger and thumb separated the flesh on both sides of my mother's vagina, and he aimed his glans at the exposed, tender red scrotum. He took a deep breath and slowly pushed it into my mother's lower body. The moment the old man's glans entered, my mother's breathing became rapid, her face flushed, and she closed her eyes. Two lines of tears streamed down her cheeks. She probably never imagined that she would be stripped naked, let alone that she would be raped in front of her ten-year-old son.

The old man grabbed my mother's full, soft buttocks and thrust forcefully inside, beginning a slow, rhythmic pumping motion. The coronal sulcus of his hard glans rubbed against my mother's flesh, drawing out more love juice, and the pumping gradually became smoother. My mother, powerless to resist, closed her eyes and let him violate her. The man behind her, Blackie, couldn't resist reaching out to play with her breasts, which swayed with each thrust, kneading her bouncing nipples. Even in a supine position, my mother's round, full breasts remained high, soft and elastic as they swayed, like two large, spherical, milky-white jelly balls, each adorned with a ripe, large red cherry. The old man's penis could now penetrate deeply into my mother's vagina with effortless ease. His testicles, swaying in his scrotum, pounded against my mother's perineum with each deep thrust, causing my mother's vagina to tighten, tightly enveloping this uninvited guest. Under the intense dual stimulation of my mother's swaying breasts and warm, moist vagina, the old man quickly couldn't hold back. A tingling sensation ran through the tip of his penis, traveling up the base to his testicles. He thrust in forcefully, his genitals tightly joined with my mother's. A surge of heat rushed down his urethra, finally spurting from the tip of his penis. With each contraction of his scrotum, streams of warm, viscous semen spread into my mother's uterus, stimulating her muscles. The old man's pleasurable ejaculation lasted for about half a minute, until his sphincter squeezed out the last drop of semen, before he slowly withdrew his now limp but still long and large penis.

Blackie, who had already taken off his pants and was waiting nearby, eagerly pounced on my mother. The naked man, Hei Zi, reminded me of Li Kui, the Black Whirlwind from a traditional Chinese storytelling performance. His arms were almost thicker than my mother's thighs, and the thick black hair beneath his large belly couldn't hide his erect penis. The dark, shiny glans was the size of my fist, and his penis was thicker than my mother's wrist. When he stood upright, the base of his penis and scrotum were hidden in the black hair, but the exposed penis was at least seven inches long. He spread his legs, lifted my mother's thighs and placed them on his lap, his right hand unconsciously touching his genitals. From behind, his scrotum revealed two testicles rolling in the dark red, wrinkled sac, their outlines appearing larger than goose eggs. Hei Zi was practically a breeding bull! My mother, still seemingly dazed from the old man's ministrations, lay helplessly on the haystack, her large, vacant eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. The barn was still without wind in the evening, as hot as a steamer. Everyone was drenched in sweat, even my mother's naked body was glistening with oil. At this moment, all the men, including myself, had long forgotten the heat and were focused on my mother's mature female body, which had become a plaything for men, especially her exposed genitals that had been played with by the old man and were being played with by the black man.

My mother's large breasts bore several red marks from being kneaded, her areolas had enlarged and protruded noticeably, and her red nipples were swollen, thick, and long, like my thumbs. Her legs were wide open, exposing her recently enjoyed vulva. Her two red labia parted like blooming flowers, revealing her pink, sticky vulva with a few drops of white semen clinging to it. Hei Zi grasped the middle of his penis, aiming the large glans at my mother's vaginal opening. He thrust forward, inserting only a small portion, when I heard my mother gasp and groan in pain. Hei Zi's penis was too thick for her. I could see the point where Hei Zi and my mother's genitals met. Hei Zi's large, dark penis was pressed against my mother's red, tender vulva. My mother looked up, inhaling deeply, seemingly enjoying the waves of pleasure emanating from his glans. He paused, then lifted my mother's white, smooth legs high, leaving half of her fleshy, bare buttocks suspended in the air. From his superior position, Hei Zi forcefully thrust his large penis deep into my mother's forbidden zone, until the glans rubbed against the delicate uterine wall, causing my mother a jolt of abdominal pain. Hei Zi withdrew most of his penis, rubbing the shallow part of her vagina repeatedly with the glans dozens of times, before thrusting it in deeply again. The point where the male and female genitals met was already thoroughly lubricated with mucus. With each thrust, Hei Zi's penis swelled larger and larger, slowly turning a deep red. My mother closed her eyes, occasionally letting out a moan, initially very soft, as if afraid of being heard, but later growing louder.

The guy next to her, getting excited, also pulled down his trousers, grabbed my mother's hair, and made her take his

penis into her mouth. At first, my mother reluctantly shook her head to avoid his glans, but after two slaps, her cheeks immediately burned and swelled up, so she had no choice but to obediently take his glans into her mouth. The guy pushed his penis straight into her mouth. My mother's movements were stiff. At this moment, the guy who was raping my mother let out a satisfied groan and ejaculated inside her uterus. He pulled his penis, covered in sticky fluid, out of my mother's lower body and switched places with the guy, making my mother lick his penis clean. The guy stood between my mother's spread legs, his left hand separating my mother's wet labia, revealing the stretched vaginal opening, his right hand holding the middle of his penis, the glans inside my mother's vagina, and then inserted it. My mother's naked body trembled, and the penis was already completely inside. The young man lifted my mother's legs and thrust deeply inside her, then held her waist and began to pump. My mother still had Hei Zi's penis in her mouth; stimulated, Hei Zi's penis began to move in her mouth again, while he also fondled her breasts. My mother twisted her body, allowing the two strong men to simultaneously enjoy both her mouths. When the young man ejaculated into my mother's uterus, the two men released her, and my mother lay limply on the haystack. The old man next to her was already preparing for a second round. He turned my mother's body over, forced her to stick her buttocks out, and then humiliatingly slapped her large, white buttocks, revealing her genitals, which had just been violated. Her labia were parted, revealing bright red mucous membranes covered with congealed, milky-white semen. My mother begged him that she couldn't take it anymore. The old man aimed his penis at my mother's vaginal opening, ignoring her pleas and forcibly inserted it. He then straddled her back, embracing her soft abdomen from behind, allowing his penis to penetrate deeply into her body. He then forcefully grabbed her plump white thighs and began thrusting. My mother's large breasts hung in front of her chest, swaying violently with each thrust. The old man played with my mother's breasts as he thrust.

Just as my mother was experiencing ecstasy, the old man stopped, turned her over to face him again, and thrust in again, lifting her legs to launch another round of violent thrusting. My mother was raped until she fainted again. The old man continued thrusting into her while she was unconscious until he ejaculated inside her uterus. In less than an hour, the three men had each raped my mother twice. When my mother woke up, her genitals were filled with semen and vaginal secretions, her lower abdomen was swollen and round, her legs could no longer close, and a gush of semen was flowing out.

While they were playing with my mother, two more farmers arrived from who-knows-where. The original three were already tired and were happy to share my mother with the new recruits. The newcomers somehow got a basin of water and a dirty rag and wiped my mother's lower body. My mother was already limp from being violated, lying there naked like a pile of white flesh, at their mercy. All the farmers were completely naked, and together with my mother, five men and one woman—six naked bodies—were swaying in front of me. I saw my mother being forced to masturbate two men at the same time. She knelt there, using her hands and mouth to deal with two large, dark penises. Her breasts hung down in front of her chest, being played with by the other two men lying below her, while her buttocks were forced up, and a head was sticking between her legs, licking my mother's perineum and anus. After a while, the man rolled over and penetrated my mother's vagina from behind. At the same time, a farmer in front of my mother also inserted his penis into her mouth. The two men continued thrusting in and out of my mother's mouth and vagina almost simultaneously, then stepped back to watch. The next man inserted his penis into her mouth. My mother remained kneeling with her buttocks raised, while the two new farmers sandwiched her, inserting their penises into her anus and vagina respectively. The one in her vagina went in easily, but the one in her anus, spitting and spreading her buttocks, only managed halfway in. My mother screamed in pain, her body convulsing and contorting in agony. The three men who were toying with her continued their lust without a second thought. The one in her anus ejaculated first, followed by the one enjoying my mother's ministrations. The remaining man stood up, holding my mother, their genitals still tightly joined. Then, one of the men, who had already experienced this once but had recovered, decided to try anal sex. He lay on his back, and the one holding my mother carefully lowered her body, aligning her anus with his glans. My mother was once again sandwiched between the two men and tormented. After each worker ejaculated inside my mother's vagina, another would immediately take his place. New men kept arriving. In this way, every moment, two or three men were simultaneously raping my mother. Later, perhaps feeling exhausted, they began gang-raping her one-on-one, while my mother continued to have intercourse in various positions without stopping. While I wasn't paying attention, someone brought in a large yellow dog. Only when the last man finished ejaculating and lazily got off my mother's naked body did people notice the large yellow dog. Its penis was over ten centimeters long, bright red, and swollen and shiny. There were no female dogs nearby that aroused it so much; the only female was my mother. The large yellow dog breathed hot air, its long tongue licking my mother's buttocks. My mother was usually terrified of dogs, and now, facing its two rows of white teeth that seemed to threaten to bite her neck at any moment, she was too scared to move. The large yellow dog's tongue quickly found my mother's pungent vulva and began licking her honey hole. The long, powerful dog tongue licked my mother's vagina, making her thighs tremble, whether from fear or something else, I couldn't tell. Suddenly, the big yellow dog grabbed my mother's hair and dragged her up. It threatened her with a low growl and sharp teeth. An old man watching said, "Hurry up and stick your ass out, it's going to do it." My mother had no choice but to kneel on the ground, sticking her ass out, assuming the position of a female dog in heat, helplessly offering her body, especially her genitals, to the big yellow dog for its pleasure. The onlookers were almost going crazy. Under their gaze, the big yellow dog leaped onto my mother's back, its penis automatically aimed at her vulva, parted her labia, and thrust forcefully into her vagina, all the way to her uterus. Even a small, not fully erect nodule at the base of its penis entered my mother's body. The large yellow dog's front paws rested on my mother's smooth, white back, its long tongue occasionally licking its "bitch," while its lower body thrust in and out with the practiced skill of a female dog. Exhausted and soaking wet, my mother was completely passively possessed by the large yellow dog. Her swollen breasts swayed back and forth with its thrusts, and the flesh on her buttocks and belly trembled. For the first ten minutes or so of being violated by the large yellow dog, the pain and humiliation made my mother cry loudly, her tears and the semen and vaginal fluid squeezed from her lower body dripping onto the haystack. The large yellow dog thrust in and out endlessly, and my mother gradually fell silent. When the large yellow dog's hot semen hit the walls of my mother's uterus, she was already unconscious. Even after ejaculating, the large yellow dog remained on top of my naked mother.

The onlookers were almost going crazy. Under everyone's watchful eyes, the big yellow dog leaped onto my mother's back, its penis automatically aimed at her vulva, parted her labia, and thrust violently into her vagina, all the way down to her uterus. Even a small, not fully erect nodule at the base of its penis entered my mother's body.

The big yellow dog's front paws rested on my mother's smooth, white back, its long tongue occasionally licking its "bitch," while its lower body thrust in and out with the practiced skill of a female dog. Exhausted and soaking wet, my mother was completely passively possessed by the big yellow dog. Her swollen breasts swayed back and forth with its thrusts, and the flesh on her buttocks and belly trembled. For the first ten minutes or so of being violated by the big yellow dog, the pain and humiliation made my mother cry loudly, her tears and the semen and vaginal fluid squeezed from her lower body dripping onto the haystack. The big yellow dog thrust in and out endlessly, and my mother gradually fell silent. When the big yellow dog's hot semen hit the walls of my mother's uterus, she was already unconscious. After ejaculating, the big yellow dog remained on top of my naked mother until its penis shrank to the point where it could be withdrawn from my mother's lower body.

When it was completely dark, only my mother and I remained in the barn. As soon as my mom woke up, she called out "Xiaowei." I answered, and she asked, "Are you alright?" I said, "I'm fine, Mom, how about you?" She had barely finished saying "Mom's fine" when she started crying again. After crying for a while, she asked me to help her stand up. She was sticky and had a strange smell of semen. I said, "Mom, you're still naked!" My mom immediately knelt down and searched everywhere. She found her torn dress, but couldn't find her underwear anywhere. Luckily, it was night, so she just put the dress on, clutching the straps, and limped along. I supported her the whole way. Thankfully, we didn't encounter anyone. When we got home and turned on the light, I saw that my mom's lower abdomen was still round and swaying from side to side, and her white inner thighs were wet. Her legs weren't closed at all, and white semen dripped down whenever she moved. While my mom was cleaning herself in the bathroom, I lay in bed, savoring every detail of her gang rape. I thought my mom was really stupid, going out dressed so scantily. A woman as foolish as my mom deserved to be stripped naked and have her breasts played with.

Later, my mom begged me not to tell my dad what happened that night. I agreed. From then on, my mom never dared to go out at night again, and she forbade me to play in the nearby fields. Soon after, we moved.

When I was in the second year of junior high school, my mom became the "common wife" of the men in our neighborhood for a period of time. Of course, she was forced into it. It all started when my mom was raped by our neighbor, Old Wang, because I broke the head of their son, Wang Xin, with a stone. The man of the house was a retired soldier who did nothing at home, playing mahjong all day, relying on his wife's business to support the family. His wife often went out of town to buy goods. For a while, the couple argued a lot, supposedly because he suspected his wife of having an affair but couldn't find any evidence. Anyway, to get back to the story, I have to tell you about how my mom was raped. When my mom heard that I had broken someone's head and needed four stitches, she immediately dragged me to their house to apologize. Looking back now, I realize how foolish my mother was. She went to the Wang family's house before my father even got home from work, essentially offering herself up to be fucked. And after the first time, she was repeatedly fucked. That day, only the father and son were home. The son had a bandage on his head. My mother knocked on the door, and Old Wang, shirtless and wearing only underwear, opened it. Seeing Old Wang's tattooed dragon and muscular body made my mother feel flustered, and her cervix twitched.

Seeing it was my mother, Old Wang smiled and let us into the house, then closed the door. As soon as we were inside, my mother apologized and offered to pay for the medical expenses. Old Wang's face darkened, and he said, "Your son broke my son's head, and you think medical expenses are all you're going to pay?" My mother quickly and cautiously asked how much he wanted to pay. Old Wang said sarcastically, "Money won't do. I'll have to twist your son's head off to get my revenge." My mother thought to herself that this scoundrel was capable of anything, and he wasn't just talking. She panicked and pleaded in a low voice, "My son Xiaowei was being unreasonable, please be lenient..." Old Wang was a bully who preyed on the weak; the more my mother showed weakness, the less he would budge. It was the height of summer, and my mother was dressed very lightly—a thin pink blouse and a white skirt. Through the blouse and skirt, one could vaguely see her white bra and pink panties. My mother's breasts were already large, their high, full contours clearly visible through her thin gauze blouse. The outlines of her two full nipples were even visible through the bra fabric, protruding from her chest and bouncing up and down with the movement of her breasts. The blouse had a low neckline and loose sleeves, allowing glimpses of her white shoulders, arms, chest, and abdomen from the side or behind. When she bent over, one could even catch a glimpse of her full, white breasts and rosy nipples! My mother was sitting next to Old Wang, unaware that he was staring at her loose neckline. When she looked up and realized Old Wang was peeking at her, she understood her inappropriate attire, blushed, and quickly stood up, saying, "It's getting late, I should go home." She was about to leave when it was too late. Old Wang said, "Do you think you can just come and go as you please here?" My mother nervously said, "What do you want? Don't touch my son." Old Wang said, "If you want your son, take off your skirt first!" My mother couldn't believe he could say such things to her own son; she was stunned. Old Wang said, "Take it off, you filthy bitch!" My mother then came to her senses and hurriedly pulled me towards the door. Old Wang said, "I'm giving you face, but you don't appreciate it. You want to suffer the consequences?" With that, he stepped in front of my mother, blocking her way, grabbed her shoulders, and lifted her up like an eagle snatching a chick, throwing her onto the sofa next to her. My mother's whole body went limp, and she didn't dare to scream for help, afraid the neighbors would hear. She just pleaded, "Brother Wang... let me go..." My mother's weak pleas and her fear of making a scene enraged Old Wang. He roughly tied my mother's hands behind her back with rope, taped her mouth shut (though she didn't dare to scream), and then ripped open my mother's shirt, pulling up the two cups that tightly covered her breasts, instantly revealing her two snow-white, soft breasts and the deep cleavage between them, exposing her nipples. His son was watching nearby. Old Wang said to his son, "I never imagined Xiao Wei's mother's nipples were so big, much bigger than your mother's!" My mother, naked in front of me and the father and son, was already blushing with embarrassment, filled with regret, yet her uterus throbbed even more frequently (showing how much my mother, this slut, craved to be fucked). Old Wang took off his underwear, his penis already erect. He pushed my naked mother down onto the sofa, straddling her snow-white belly, his large, dark penis sandwiched between her breasts, the massive glans touching her chin. He used his large hands to squeeze my mother's two large breasts together, thrusting his penis back and forth. My mother's breasts were both sore and numb from the kneading, but it brought her an unprecedented stimulation, especially the increasingly hard penis thrusting back and forth between her breasts, making her heart and uterine walls itch. Her breasts uncontrollably swelled, and her nipples began to erect. "Look at Xiaoqiang's mom, she's really horny, getting aroused so quickly, haha." Old Wang said to his son in a frivolous tone, while his son watched with great interest. The breast play went on for a while, and my mother's breasts were rubbed until they were red and raw. Old Wang thrust his penis faster and faster, and suddenly sticky semen spurted from his urethra, getting all over my mother's nostrils. She had to open her mouth to breathe, and Old Wang took the opportunity to shove his still-ejaculating penis into her open mouth. Caught off guard, the glans was thrust into her mouth, the hot semen spraying down her throat, almost suffocating her. Old Wang's glans reached all the way to the back of her throat. The pungent smell of male genitalia and the fishy smell of semen almost made my mother vomit, but the intense visual impact of the large glans overwhelmed her, causing her uterus to contract and feel the mucus flowing out... Tears welled up in my mother's eyes. When Old Wang's penis was pulled out of my mother's mouth, it was already somewhat erect again. He lifted my mother's skirt, revealing her wet vulva through her pink panties. "Look, this slut's already gushing!" My mother felt utterly ashamed, her vagina and uterine walls involuntarily contracting, secreting even more fluid. Her body yearned for penetration. When Old Wang pulled down my mother's panties, there was no resistance; my mother even unconsciously lifted her buttocks, letting the panties slip down. My mother's skirt bunched up at her waist, completely exposing her womanhood—her breasts, vulva, and buttocks—to the father and son. Old Wang picked up my mother's body, limp from fear or anticipation, parted her shapely thighs, and thrust his glans into her already wet vagina with a "whoosh," beginning a satisfying pumping motion. My mother trembled all over; the humiliating pleasure from the hard glans rubbing against her vaginal walls aroused the desire deep within her, making it hard to breathe and her muscles stiff. Old Wang had already ejaculated once, so he was now very long-lasting. His thrusts, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, made my mother moan uncontrollably. Three minutes later, he brought her to her first climax. My mother's first orgasm lasted for half a minute, then Old Wang increased the frequency and force of his thrusts, and my mother trembled like a flower petal in the wind. It wasn't until my mother's third orgasm that Old Wang finally thrust deeply, satisfied, and stopped thrusting, ejaculating every last drop of his semen into my mother's uterus. After ejaculating, he paused for two minutes before slowly withdrawing his penis from my mother's vagina. My mother let out a long breath and collapsed, exhausted. Old Wang threw my mom's underwear in her face, leering at me, "Your mom's pussy tastes pretty good. Considering she has two big tits and a tender, horny pussy, I'll spare you, you little brat. From now on, I'm your godfather, understand?" He then said to my mom, "If you don't want your son to be missing an arm or a leg, and you don't want your husband to know, you'll have to be available whenever I need you. When your husband isn't home, your pussy is mine to use, haha!" My dad was often away on business trips, and my mom probably didn't realize how difficult it would be for her to escape this lecherous man's harassment and humiliation. My mom, ravaged by the abuse, sat up blankly, mechanically put on her underwear, straightened her clothes and hair, and without saying a word, dejectedly took me home. Back home, she didn't say anything, just went into her room and closed the door. That night, my mom again told me not to tell my dad what happened, and also told me not to play with their children anymore. But from then on, my mother frequently went to the Wang family's house. Sometimes when my father was away on business, Old Wang would have Wang Xin pass a message to my mother through me, asking her to come to his house to keep him company that night. His father would sometimes even come to our house. Old Wang seemed to never hide his abuse of my mother from his son. Wang Xin would often proudly describe to me the scenes of his father and my mother having sex, and I listened with great interest. When his father came to my house to have sex with my mother, I was absolutely not allowed to witness their sexual intercourse. Another man who frequently abused my mother was Director Wen. Director Wen worked in the same unit as my father, was over forty years old but had never been married, and no one was willing to marry him. Director Wen was very familiar with Old Wang and often drank together. It was a summer noon. Director Wen and Old Wang were both drunk, bragging about the women they'd slept with. The conversation drifted to my mother. Old Wang said, "I often sleep with Lin Mengxiong's wife from your unit. Her son, Xiaowei, is in the same class as my son. I call her over, and she doesn't dare refuse. That slut, I always make her give me a blowjob; she's got a real knack for it..."

Before this, the bachelor Director Wen hadn't seemed to bother my mother, perhaps out of respect for my father who worked at the same unit, and perhaps unaware that my mother had been with men other than my father. Old Wang's words ignited Director Wen's lust. After drinking, he went back to his room, restless, and came straight to our house. That day, only my mother and I were home. My mother was taking a nap in her room. She only left the door slightly ajar. When Director Wen arrived at our door, I was about to go out to meet a classmate, so I told him my mother was napping and would wake up soon, and asked him to wait in the living room before hurrying away. Director Wen certainly wouldn't miss such a good opportunity. After I left, he turned around and closed the door.

The door to my mother's bedroom was indeed only ajar. Director Wen gently pushed the door open and saw my mother sleeping soundly on the bamboo couch, wearing only a thin slip dress, revealing her fair and delicate shoulders and thighs. Through the dress, two large, dark nipples could be seen. Director Wen moved closer to the bamboo couch, gently lifted my mother's slip dress, and saw a small bulge of panties under her white underwear. He also saw a tuft of dark pubic hair on my mother's private parts, and he could no longer restrain himself. He took off his underwear, pounced on my mother, and lifted her genitals to pull down her panties. My mother woke up from her sleep and sat up, realizing that her slip dress had been lifted to her chest and her panties had been pulled down to her knees. She was so shocked that she almost screamed. Director Wen quickly covered my mother's face with his hands. My mother recognized him and, both ashamed and angry, struggled. "What are you doing? Get out of here!" she leered, saying, "Ah Ying, don't play dumb with me. We don't know who's afraid Old Lin will find out. You're giving a blowjob to someone like Wang Zhonghe, do you think I don't know?" My mother blushed and stood there, stunned. Director Wen took the opportunity to stroke my mother's white thighs, grinning, "But if you listen to me, I won't tell anyone, otherwise you'll be in trouble, hmph." He then began to pull down the straps of my mother's nightgown. Just as my mother reached out to cover herself, Director Wen's face darkened. "I won't force you," he said. "Have you thought it through and are you sure you want Old Lin to know about you and Wang Zhonghe?" "My mother hesitated for a moment, and then Director Wen pulled her nightgown up to her abdomen. She instinctively tried to cover her exposed breasts with her hands. Director Wen took the opportunity to lift my mother's legs, pulling her down to her knees, and then hugged my mother's waist and vulva. My mother kept her eyes half-closed and didn't make a sound. Director Wen then let out a soft moan. Director Wen's scrotum quickly kissed my mother's vulva. The only sound in the room was the sound of my mother's bamboo bed. She rarely had the opportunity to be intimate with a woman. Usually, seeing women and my mother's familiar clothes, she couldn't help but passionately embrace my naked mother and thrust into her. My mother's vagina was already wet when Director Wen penetrated her." As she cursed her own depravity, she unconsciously began to respond to Director Wen's thrusts. At that moment, a warm liquid gushed out, filling my mother's womb. Director Wen, satisfied, lay panting between my mother's naked breasts. Ever since that time he raped my mother, Director Wen had frequently harassed her. When they encountered her alone, pinching her buttocks was commonplace. My mother never dared to speak out, and perhaps feeling that since he had already used her body, resistance was pointless, it only emboldened Director Wen. When my mother was alone at home, Director Wen would often seize any opportunity to rape her. She.

I remember one afternoon around 3 PM, I came home early from school and found the door locked. I assumed no one was home, but when I tried to unlock it, I found it was locked from the inside. I started to feel something was off—a thief? I checked the wooden planks blocking the kitchen window, opened it, and quietly jumped inside, then closed the window again. The kitchen was empty, and it was completely silent. I went to the front room and realized the noise was coming from my parents' room. I could hear my mother's breathing coming from the creaking bamboo bed, and I could vaguely hear her voice. I crouched down and approached the door. It was ajar; someone inside must be... My mom was with a man. I secretly knew that the woman on top of her was my mom. I could only see her legs being held up in mid-air by Director Wen. Director Wen was clearly enjoying my mom's plump vulva, really getting into it. I carefully stood up, trying not to make a sound. I knew that Director Wen had his back to the door, and my mom was lying on her back facing the ceiling, so neither of them could see my eyes through the crack in the door, but I could see much more clearly. I saw my mom's face flushed from being fucked, her eyes tightly closed, her protruding brown areolas swollen to a deep red, and her long nipples erect. My mom said in a trembling voice, "Old Wen... please... please... hurry... hurry and cum... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to... I'm going to be fucked to death by you." Director Wen continued thrusting, saying, "You... you filthy bitch... you know... how... I'm... amazing..." "You...you...you...you...stinking...bitch," my mom said. "This week...you...have...come...three times already...and...still...not enough...what if...one day...Old Lin...suddenly...comes...home after get off work...what will we do?" Director Wen said, "You...you...stinking...bitch...are also...afraid...of...being...discovered...hmph..." "After a while, Director Wen stopped thrusting and slowly withdrew his penis, which was covered in my mother's fluids. I could see the outline of his testicles in his dark scrotum. I thought he was done, but it turned out he changed positions and continued. He proudly spread my mother's legs, admiring her plump vulva as he raped her. My mother's vaginal opening was somewhat red and swollen, and her dark pubic hair was covered in fluids. Her labia were engorged with blood, bright red, like blooming flowers, with the vaginal opening at its center, where the fluids were still gushing out. My mother sat up, her large breasts swaying alluringly, her dark nipples swollen like ripe cherries. Director Wen chuckled and played with my mother's breasts, sucking on one nipple while teasing the other between his fingers. My mother seemed to be pleading in a low voice for Director Wen to stop; she was already..." He was exhausted. But this only fueled his lust.

Director Wen lifted my mother's plump, white thighs and pressed them apart, my mother helplessly yielding. The rape began again. Director Wen thrust his thick penis deep into her vagina again and again, the viscous fluid flowing onto the bamboo bed and dripping onto the floor. Director Wen thrust in and out more than a hundred times, and then after a series of thrusts that almost broke the bamboo bed, he pounded into my mother's lower body, his entire penis submerged inside her, his testicles being pulled up with each thrust, filling my mother's uterus with a large amount of semen. The ejaculation lasted for half a minute before Director Wen reluctantly withdrew his limp penis from my mother's vagina, the tip still retaining milky white semen. He then forced his penis into my mother's mouth, ordering her to lick it, while playing with my mother's breasts. My mother She could only let out muffled moans. Seeing they were almost finished, I was afraid of being discovered, so I quickly and quietly slipped out the kitchen window again and stayed at a classmate's house until dark before returning. When I got home, my dad was already back, and everything seemed normal. From then on, I hated Director Wen, feeling he was bullying my mom. But I also found what I saw very exciting, and I increasingly enjoyed seeing my mom naked being violated by other men. The image of my mom's mature breasts swaying with each thrust, and her ravaged genitals exposed when her legs were spread, lingered in my mind. My dad was only home for two weeks a month, and even when he was home, Director Wen would often come to our house in the afternoon to rape my mom. Because my mom worked as an accountant in a factory, her job was usually easy, and she often didn't have to go to work in the afternoon. Old Wang still frequently... When my dad wasn't home, they'd have my mom come over to keep me company overnight, or even have sex with me at my house. Director Wen still frequently drank with Old Wang, and their main topic of conversation was my mom's health.

After the Spring Festival of 1989, my mom started frequently working night shifts at the factory, sometimes once every two weeks, sometimes once a week, and at most twice a week. What's even stranger is that I noticed the first thing my mom did after returning from each night shift was to lock herself in her room to shower and change. Once, I accidentally discovered a strong smell of smoke on the clothes she changed out of after her "night shift," even though my mom doesn't smoke, and neither does my dad. What seems normal to most people wasn't so simple to me. Connecting this to the things about Old Wang, Director Wen, and my mom, I felt that my mom's frequent "night shifts" were most likely related to them.

That year I was 13 years old, in the first year of junior high school. I was curious and adventurous, and I really wanted to find out the truth about my mom's "night shift." One night, my mom said she had to go on night shift again. During dinner, I made an excuse to sneak out and hid in the toilet at the entrance of our alley, pretending to relieve myself. Back then, the toilet had several rows of ventilation holes in the brick wall, so you could see the pedestrians in the alley. After a while, I saw my mom come out, and I hurriedly came out of the toilet and followed her from a distance. My mom's factory was twenty minutes from home. I followed her all the way to the factory gate, watched her go in, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary, which disappointed me. There happened to be an arcade next to the factory gate, so I went in to kill time out of boredom. When I came out, it was completely dark. Under the dim streetlights, I suddenly noticed a "Forever" bicycle that looked a lot like Director Wen's among the row of bicycles parked in front of my mom's factory gate. I was familiar with this bicycle because it was often parked downstairs from our building. It looked like it had only been parked there recently. My heart pounded. I pretended to be nonchalant and hid in the arcade, glancing towards the gate of my mother's factory. Ten minutes passed, and there was still no sign of my mother or Director Wen. I guessed they were probably making love in my mother's office. Just as I was getting anxious, I suddenly heard the gate to my mother's factory's guardhouse open. Director Wen came out, with my mother following behind. Director Wen got on his bicycle, and my mother jumped on the back. He rode off in the opposite direction from home. I quickly followed them. Although Director Wen wasn't riding very fast, after ten minutes, I was panting and drenched in sweat. They finally stopped in a newly built residential area, and my mother jumped off. I quickly hid behind a tree and watched Director Wen lead my mother up the stairs. I hurriedly followed them upstairs. They stopped on the third floor and knocked on a door. The person inside opened the door, let them in, and then closed it.

I hid in the stairwell between the third and fourth floors, waiting for my mother and them to come out. Half an hour passed, and strangers going up and down the stairs looked at me strangely. To avoid being discovered, I had to leave. Before leaving, I briefly pressed my ear against the door of the third-floor apartment; the sounds of talking, laughing, and shuffling mahjong tiles filled the air. Were they playing mahjong? I knew my mom didn't play. I couldn't figure out what mahjong had to do with my mom, so I went home dejectedly. My first attempt at tracking ended there, with almost no results.

A little over a week later, my mom said she had to work the night shift again. This time, I followed her on my bicycle, just like before, only to the newly built residential area before returning home. Lying in bed that night, I wondered what my mom was doing at this hour. Playing mahjong? No, that didn't seem right. The more I thought about it, the less I could sleep. Just as dawn was breaking, I couldn't resist and quietly hopped on my bicycle and went to the residential area. My mom usually got home around 6 a.m., and I wanted to find out if she had been there all night. The director's bicycle was still parked downstairs. I quietly ran upstairs and hid in the stairwell between the third and fourth floors. Although the mosquitoes were biting, the thought of finding out my mother's "night shift" secret made me feel it was worth enduring it. Sure enough, around 6 a.m., the door to the third-floor apartment opened, and I heard Director Wen laughing and talking with several other men. Then Director Wen and my mother came out. I watched from the hallway as Director Wen rode away with my mother on his bicycle.

That night, I gathered a few close friends and confronted Director Wen, asking him why he had abused my mother and what he had done with her in that apartment. Director Wen initially denied it, but after I threatened to report him to the police, he confessed everything about raping my mother and abusing her for a long time, including her "night shift." It turned out, just as I suspected, my mother wasn't working the night shift at the factory at all; Director Wen had taken her to a place where his friends gathered to be abused and gang-raped! The whole thing started because Director Wen owed his four mahjong partners a considerable amount of money, totaling several thousand yuan. The largest debt was over two thousand yuan, and the smallest was over eight hundred. Before the Spring Festival, they pressured him to pay it back. Director Wen simply couldn't come up with that much money.

Ever since he took advantage of my mother, Director Wen had frequently boasted to his mahjong partners about how sexy she was naked, especially her plump, tender vulva, which he said could drive men wild. My mother's skin was very fair and smooth, with few wrinkles. Her soft, full, bowl-shaped breasts trembled, like those of any mature woman who had given birth; although somewhat loose, the nipples still pointed upwards. My mother's areolas were quite large, round, about five centimeters in diameter, and dark brown. In the center of each areola was a large, protruding, spherical nipple with a distinct milk duct. My mother's buttocks were as soft and elastic as her breasts, but even larger and more delicate, highlighting her tender, plump vulva, which could drive men wild during intercourse. Among the mahjong players was a man named Fang Wu, a bachelor in his fifties. He came up with a terrible idea: to have Director Wen use my mother to pay off a debt. Some of the four players were already married, but they all agreed, unwilling to miss such an opportunity. Director Wen readily agreed, since my mother wasn't his wife. On the evening of

the second day of the Lunar New Year, after dinner, my mother thought Director Wen was going to take her to his office on his bicycle as usual to rape her. They had been doing this for over six months, once a week, going home afterwards to avoid being caught in the act by my father, who was gradually getting wind of it. Director Wen threatened to tell my father about her affair with Wang Zhonghe if my mother didn't comply, so my mother had no choice but to comply. That day, Director Wen conspired with his mahjong partners to have my mother's body used to pay off the debt. He told my mother that there was a friend's house nearby that was currently empty, and it would be better to go there; it had a bed and a bathroom, much better than the office and the old house. My mother, unaware of the trap, easily fell for it.

Director Wen's mahjong partners hid downstairs. Once inside the apartment, Director Wen had sex with her. Afterwards, Director Wen turned the lights back on, and the men lying in wait downstairs rushed upstairs. The men were completely naked. Director Wen grabbed my mother's clothes and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him, leaving my mother helplessly facing four men with erect penises, each more erect than the last. My mother had never seen anything like this before, and having just been violated by Director Wen, she was completely weak and powerless against the four large men before her, forced to submit to their will. At first, Director Wen watched TV in the living room, but as the sounds of the man and woman having sex in the room grew louder, Director Wen became restless and entered the room. My mother was being pinned down by the bachelor Fang Wu, his short, thick penis almost slipping out of her vagina with every few thrusts. As his penis slipped out, my mother's buttocks involuntarily twitched and lifted slightly. They were ordered according to the amount of money Director Wen owed. Director Wen owed the most to the bachelor Fang Wu, so he went first. Fang Wu rarely had the chance to touch women, so he seized the opportunity to release his pent-up desires on my mother's fair and plump female body. After Fang Wu finished, the other men pounced on her one after another. My mother's genitals were being penetrated by so many penises of different lengths and thicknesses in such a short time for the first time, and she was very uncomfortable. They quickly became red and swollen, and her pink vulva turned outwards, causing her to scream in pain. The men continued to thrust without any mercy. After one round, they turned my mother over, knelt on the bed, and first forced her to lick and suck their penises into her mouth. Then, while inserting their penises into her vagina from behind her raised buttocks, they held her waist and played with her swaying breasts. My mother was always being penetrated by two men at the same time. Director Wen initially watched, but later couldn't resist and took off his pants to join in. After the second round, the men were exhausted, and my mother collapsed onto the bed, the sheets beneath her soaked. Having had their fun, the men left my naked mother in the bedroom and started a mahjong game in the living room. Director Wen wanted to join in, and people said, "How dare you come?" Director Wen smiled and said, "It's okay if I lose, I have her." Everyone said, "That's not right! So we pay when we lose, and you just have to make this woman take her pants off? Trying to make a profit without any investment?" Director Wen smiled and said, "How can it be profit without any investment? Why don't you bring a woman to play with?" Fang Wu chimed in, saying that everyone plays mahjong for fun, and instead of calculating money, why not use women as stakes? The others laughed at him, "You little rascal, where's your woman?" Fang Wu explained his plan: four of the five men would play mahjong, and one would rest on the sidelines. Whoever won the mahjong game, my mother would straddle their lap, allowing them to freely insert their penis into her vagina. During this time, my mother belonged to them, and they could do whatever they wanted with her, until another person won. However, if they ejaculated, the person resting nearby would immediately take their place. Everyone agreed to this idea, as it allowed them to have sex with women together while maintaining control and enjoying themselves to the fullest. Everyone was in favor, and Director Wen naturally didn't object. So, my mother, naked, was pulled from the bed in the bedroom and circulated around the mahjong table as "trophy" until dawn.

From then on, Director Wen and his mahjong buddies took turns hosting erotic mahjong games at their respective homes, and naturally, my mother was always present at the table, completely naked. My mother was subjected to their abuse all night long, which was why she frequently had to "work the night shift." Later, Director Wen's mahjong buddies even brought their own acquaintances and friends to the games.

After telling me what had happened, Director Wen nervously watched my face. Despite his confident demeanor when threatening my mother, he was actually even more afraid to expose the affair. To continue abusing my mother, he had to drag me into it. Seeing how engrossed I was, even watching my mother's eyes light up when she was gang-raped by his buddies while playing mahjong, he felt he had a plan. He first told me not to tell anyone, lest my mother lose face. Then he tempted me, saying, "Do you want to see your mother naked, doing 'that' with a man? It's very beautiful." I was somewhat tempted, but too embarrassed to say so openly, so I remained silent. Director Wen, of course, understood immediately and said with a grin, "I'll call you next time."

One weekend in July, my dad went on a business trip again, for a week. I was on summer vacation and had nothing to do at home, and I was supposed to be "on night duty" again, but this time it was at your house. I was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood what he meant. My mom had been frequently going on "night duty" lately, it had become a habit. The neighbors had also started to spread more and more rumors that my mom was a slut. I was originally, but ever since he told me they were playing mahjong, I really wanted to see for myself if they were playing mahjong while engaging in other sexual acts. It seemed that this time they were going to take me with them while my dad was away. I made an excuse that I had summer leave at school and stayed home to watch my mom's erotic mahjong game. Director Wen told me that he was going to start a game and told my mom that he was going to observe the celestial phenomena with his classmates the next night and wouldn't be coming back. I went to sleep.

My mom agreed. She didn't know about the mahjong game yet. After dinner, my mom kept urging me to leave, asking when I was leaving. I guessed that Director Wen had told her that someone was coming over to play mahjong tonight, and she was worried I'd find out and be flustered. After a long time, I went downstairs to tell my mom, "I'm leaving." She responded absentmindedly, her expression clearly tense. I thought to myself, "Silly mom, don't panic, I'm going to see your lewd behavior at the mahjong table later," and went out. I parked my bicycle at a classmate's house nearby and secretly went back home. I noticed a bamboo chair in the hallway outside my door. This was the pre-arranged signal that my mother was taking a shower. I pushed open the door, and as I passed Director Wen, he gave me a strange smile and told me to be quiet. I nodded. The sound of water came from the bathroom. An illusion. The attic was low; even in the darkness, I could see clearly through the gaps. In the middle of the room was a large wardrobe and my parents' bed on one side, and a long sofa on the other. A television was placed on top of the wardrobe. Then I heard a sound from the stairs, followed by the sound of the front door opening. Someone entered my room next door. Why hadn't Director Wen and his mahjong partners shown up yet? Whether it was because I was anxious or because the attic wasn't well-ventilated, I quickly became covered in sweat. Just then, the light came on, and Director Wen came in. He first looked up into the attic. It was pitch black up there, and he couldn't see anything, so he smiled contentedly, gave me a thumbs-up, and started spreading a felt mat on the square table before finding the mahjong set. At that moment, my mother came in, wearing only underwear, her upper body completely naked! I could see her two large, unbound breasts. My head was bobbing up and down. My mother sat down on the sofa, and Director Wen turned on the TV. He then sat down next to her, placing his hands on her breasts and kneading them, while making small talk with her. My mother only answered questions and didn't initiate conversation, letting him knead her breasts. After about ten minutes, there seemed to be a knock at the door. My mother immediately got up from the sofa and went to my room. Director Wen went to open the door, and three men came in, all looking to be in their thirties or forties, some fat and some thin. I recognized them all; they were Section Chief Jin, Section Chief Xu, and Old Zheng from my father's workplace. The room felt a bit cramped. The group and Director Wen exchanged cigarettes, then started puffing away, filling the room with the smell of smoke. I suddenly realized where the smell of smoke on my mother was coming from. But why hadn't they started yet? Hadn't everyone arrived? After a while, someone knocked on the door downstairs again. This time, Director Wen brought up two middle-aged men. To my surprise, one was my PE teacher, Liu Fangcheng, and the other was Lao Qi, a janitor from our school. The card game still hadn't started. Seeing so many familiar faces filling the room, thinking of my... The thought of my mother being stripped naked and gang-raped in front of them made me increasingly excited. In the next half hour, two more groups arrived, making a total of four groups of nine men, plus Director Wen, making ten men in total. They had all taken off their shirts at some point, leaving them shirtless, wearing only pants or even underwear. I didn't care whether I knew these men or not. Like them, I eagerly awaited my mother's appearance. At that moment, four men sat down around the square table, and Director Wen had already gone to my mother's room. Ten pairs of eyes, including mine, stared at the doorway.

When my mother appeared at the door, I could almost hear all the men in the room swallowing hard, and I could guess that some of them were probably "raising their guns in salute." My mother was wearing a semi-transparent sleeveless round-neck blouse, without a bra, and her dark nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. She wore a pink miniskirt that barely reached her knees. I had never seen my mother wear these clothes before. Because her pale arms and legs were completely exposed to the men in the room, my mother was clearly flustered. She froze at the door and said to Director Wen, "Today... so many people?" Director Wen didn't speak, but put his arm around my mother's waist and pushed her inside. My mother's snow-white, round breasts trembled under her blouse, her uterine walls warmed, her cervix involuntarily contracted, and her vagina was instantly moistened with mucus; her long, dark nipples were already erect. This scene had happened many times before and was no stranger to my mother. The number of people participating in the card game increased each time, and my mother's heart pounded. She knew she should feel ashamed, but her physical excitement grew stronger with each game.

My mother stood by the card table watching the game. The first hand of cards had been dealt to everyone. The room became strangely quiet, with only the occasional sound of eating or ponging cards. Sound. I noticed that everyone's eyes, except my mother's, were fixed on the card table. At first, I was puzzled, but then I realized that the outcome of the card game determined who would get to enjoy the voluptuous and sexy young woman in front of them first. By this time, someone had already won, and amidst the envious and jealous gazes of the crowd, the victor, Old Zheng, stood up. Old Zheng was a fat man in his fifties. He took off his suit shorts and underwear, revealing his ugly, limp penis: "Tonight, this penis will be the first to enjoy my mother's service." The winner sat back down at the table, and the unlucky loser got up to give way. The people around quickly and tacitly chose someone to sit down, and the sound of shuffling cards echoed across the table again.

My mother silently knelt beside Old Zheng, burying her head between his legs and taking his penis into her mouth to give him oral sex. Old Zheng, while staring at the card table, comfortably spread his legs, deliberately rubbing the outside of his thighs against my mother's breasts through her clothes. Less than a minute later, he said something to my mother. She stood up, turned around, unbuttoned her blouse from top to bottom, and threw it onto the bed. The entire card game paused; all the men stared at my mother's bare back, waiting for her to turn around. My mother hesitated, covered her breasts with her hands, and slowly turned around. Then, under the men's burning gazes, she lowered her hands, her ripe, dark nipples proudly erect. Urged by Old Zheng, my mother knelt down again to give him oral sex, and he freed one hand from his cards to fondle her alluring nipples. He was right to make the most of the moment. Less than five minutes later, another person I didn't recognize won, and my mom was about to move on to serve him. This was a bald man in his thirties, clearly overflowing with energy. He pulled down his pants, his penis already erect. My mom asked him if he wanted a blowjob, but he said no, just sit on him. My mom lifted her left leg, about to straddle his lap, when the bald man grabbed her, reached under her miniskirt, and lifted it up, revealing her snow-white, plump, bare buttocks. It turned out my mom wasn't wearing underwear. He put his right arm around her waist, and with his left hand, he reached down to her genitals, his thumb and forefinger rubbing her clitoris, while his middle and ring fingers expertly inserted into her vagina. Caught off guard, my mom screamed in surprise, and the bald man lewdly announced to everyone, "This bitch is already wet." Amidst the men's laughter, the bald man lifted my mother's skirt above her waist, exposing her naked lower body. He grabbed her hips with both hands, his dark red glans already aimed at her entrance, pressed her body down, and with a thrust of his hips, my mother cried out as he was penetrated. While enjoying my mother's cunt, the bald man used one hand to grab cards. He sucked on one of my mother's nipples, and when he wasn't grabbing cards, he pinched and played with the other. When my mother stopped sitting on his lap, the bald man urged her, "Move faster, you bitch!" My mother had no choice but to keep moving her hips up and down, letting the bald man's hard penis thrust in and out of her vagina. Her two large mounds of flesh bounced up and down with the movement, and as her breasts swelled, her areolas enlarged, revealing long, red nipples.

The bald man won again, and my mother had to remain between his legs. While the others were embracing my mother, he lifted her legs behind him, leaving her body suspended in mid-air, the only point of weight supporting her as their genitals met. The bald man thrust his hips with pleasure, using the momentum of my mother's weight to effortlessly achieve the effect that would normally require forceful thrusting. Although it wasn't the first time I'd seen my mother being violated, this bald man's expertise was still an eye-opener. My mother was quickly overwhelmed by the intense thrusts into her uterus, and could only cling to the bald man's thick, bull-like neck to maintain her balance, her body completely at his mercy. Thankfully, the cards were dealt, and it was the bald man's turn to roll the dice, giving my mother a chance to catch her breath. However, he soon told her to move her hips again. The bald man won several hands in a row, and his penis, like the cards in his hand, remained erect. My mother seemed unable to hold on any longer. At first, she remained silent. After being penetrated by the bald man for a while, her moans gradually grew louder. Initially, they were soft and delicate, like a weak woman yielding to pleasure. Later, the moans subsided, revealing a mature woman forced into sexual intercourse, yet involuntarily aroused by the rape, her sounds a mixture of lewdness and helplessness. I don't know how many times my mother climaxed, but her moans further fueled the men's desire. The bald man's

penis ravaged my mother's body for over half an hour, thrusting violently more than twenty times on my parents' bed. Finally, after my mother ejaculated, he struggled to clean her, still in the afterglow of her orgasm, for her task according to the rules: to lick the man clean after he ejaculated. My mother had just won a round of cards, and she had to start changing the winners at the table like a revolving door. Sometimes she knelt between a man's legs to give him oral sex, sometimes she straddled a man's penis with her back to the table or facing it, constantly twisting her body. At first, everyone ejaculated inside my mother's belly. Later, one of them ejaculated outside, spraying it all over her face and shoulders. After that, many men ejaculated on her face. The room was filled with the smell of semen. As I watched, I noticed a pattern: the men who had been the victors and had sex with my mother stopped putting on clothes and stood or sat naked, waiting for their turn. So, you could tell who hadn't had sex with my mother by how many men were still wearing pants. My mother's miniskirt had been taken off by someone at some point because they thought it was too much trouble, and she didn't put her clothes back on. She just went out to get a green towel to wipe her body, which was covered in semen and sticky fluid. The number of men wearing pants gradually decreased until, at 2 AM, all ten men and my mother were naked. The card game and sex in the room continued. At this point, my eyelids started to droop, and I slowly drifted off to sleep. When

I woke up, it was already bright daylight. The room was empty, everything was back to normal, as if it had all been a dream. However, the faint smell of semen lingered in the air. I quietly climbed down the ladder and tiptoed out of the room; my bedroom door was closed. I quietly went to the bathroom and, to my horror, found the miniskirt and several towels among the clothes waiting to be washed, all reeking of semen. Later, Director Wen took advantage of my father's absence to set up card games at my house several times. When my father wasn't home, he no longer needed to hide from me; he only needed to arrange a time with Old Wang to have his way with my mother. I still watched from the attic each time, finding it increasingly entertaining. The people who came to play cards weren't always the same; there were always new faces. However, usually only seven or eight people came; the spectacle of ten men like that day was rarely seen again. When my father was home, my mother still "worked the night shift" every week. I naturally knew what my mother's "night shift" entailed. Besides that, my mother would sometimes go to Wang's house, staying for anywhere from half an hour to an hour or two before returning. She would still shower every time she came home after being raped, and I would examine her underwear while she showered, guessing from the amount of semen on it how many times she had been violated and how many men had taken her body. When my father wasn't home, my mother's sex life was taken over by our neighbor Wang Zhonghe, our colleague Director Wen, his cronies, and other men in the neighborhood. Any shady man in the area who wanted to have sex with my mother could do so; the easiest way was to play mahjong with Director Wen. During that time, my mother effectively became the "public wife" of the surrounding men. Seeing how many men had sex with my mother, my image of her had long since changed. She was no longer a loving and dignified mother, but a woman with a voluptuous body, large breasts, a vulva, and big buttocks—a plaything and sex tool for men.

As the saying goes, nothing stays secret forever. As my father's cuckoldry increased, he began to suspect something was amiss. However, most of his male colleagues had affairs with my mother, only talking about her body with great enthusiasm behind his back, while always appearing serious in front of him. The real problem was that my 46-year-old mother became pregnant, and my father and mother had been using condoms during their encounters, usually only once or twice a month. My father could easily tell that the child wasn't his. The men who were having sex with my mother only cared about having sex and never about contraception, and almost none of them were willing to use condoms when raping her, for the simple reason that it was more pleasurable without one. As a result, to avoid getting pregnant and being discovered by my father, my mother had to take oral contraceptives long-term. With the added lubrication of a large amount of semen, my mother's body gradually became fuller, with increased subcutaneous fat, fair and tender skin, and full, erect nipples. The side effects were that my mother sometimes experienced lower back and abdominal pain, and her menstrual cycles became irregular, sometimes only coming once every two or three months, and she rarely couldn't entertain guests during her period. No one knew why she was pregnant. Perhaps it was due to the failure of birth control pills or irregular periods. When she realized her large belly wasn't from weight gain, and her missed period wasn't due to menopause, a check-up at her aunt's hospital revealed the baby was already six months

along. Worse still, the doctor said she was too weak, the baby was too large, and an abortion would be life-threatening; she could only rest and wait for delivery. Director Wen knew about my mother's pregnancy before my father. He still took her to the mahjong table as usual, allowing others to play with her, but the difference was that he always told them beforehand that my mother was pregnant. Several times, when my mother was naked and being violated, I saw her, heavily pregnant, sitting on the ground sucking men's penises, instead of squatting or kneeling as before. I also saw her struggling to straddle men's laps with her round belly, the men using her increasing weight to achieve deep penetration. I was worried that the baby in my mother's belly might be hurt by the penises.

My mother's breasts swelled during her pregnancy, her nipples became large, dark, and shiny. By eight months, she could no longer hide it. That night, my father came home, and in the middle of the night, we could faintly hear my mother sobbing in our parents' room. The next morning, my father was gone. A few days later, my mother took me and moved back to my maternal grandparents' county town. Later, I heard that my parents had divorced, and my father had quit his job and gone to the south.

Two months after returning to my parents' home, my mother went to the hospital. A week later, my maternal grandmother returned with only my mother. My grandmother said that the child was stillborn. Although the child died, my mother's breasts began to secrete milk regularly. My mother felt her breasts were painfully engorged and, ignoring my grandmother's advice, expressed the milk. At first, there was only a small bowl a day, which I drank. Later, there was more and more, and she had to express two large bowls of milk every day. My grandparents, me, and I couldn't finish it all, so my mother drank it too. My mother tried many folk remedies and herbal medicines to stop lactation, but the milk just wouldn't stop; in fact, it kept increasing. Eventually, she had to express milk three times a day: once in the morning, once around 3 or 4 pm, and once before bed. Each time, she could express a large bowlful. If she didn't express milk on time, she would be in excruciating pain, so she had no choice but to let it be.

After resting for a few months, with the help of my cousin, my mother got a job teaching middle school math at a middle school in the county town. My mother and I moved to a small house not far from her school. Every afternoon, my mother would sneak back home and hide in her room to express milk into bottles. I also transferred to the middle school where my mother taught. During this time, I no longer had the opportunity to observe her sex life. In fact, she didn't have a sex life. My grandparents tried to introduce her to potential partners several times, but she refused.

Having just given birth, my mother looked even more mature and still retained her charm. My mom's figure is now slightly fuller, but she hasn't changed much. The excess fat around her waist isn't obvious, which accentuates her ample hips and her breasts, which are now fuller and more milky than before. Her skin is fair and delicate, with only a few fine crow's feet lines on her face. Combined with her crescent-shaped eyes and small nose, she exudes the charm of a mature woman. Although my mom is very careful about her clothing at home, I've found that if I pay attention, I can still catch glimpses of her private parts. For example, she usually doesn't wear a bra at home in the summer. Her nipples are now large and erect, and their color remains as dark as when she was pregnant. If she's only wearing a white shirt or a round-neck t-shirt, you can vaguely see her two large, dark nipples. Of course, I can't stare at her breasts. I can only pretend to look elsewhere and glance at them every few seconds, trying to prolong the time she unintentionally reveals herself. If she happens to be wearing a sleeveless top or dress, standing at the right angle to her side and slightly behind, I can see most of one breast and the upper part of the nipple. At this moment, the sight of her full, black grape-like nipples would give me an erection.

With no one else at home, it became easy for me to peek at my mother showering. There was a slanted air vent in the lower half of the bathroom door. While my mother showered, I would hold my breath and peer through the vent. The bright bathroom light illuminated her mature, snow-white, and full body, like curdled milk. All I could see were her two dazzlingly white, bare buttocks. The hot water washed over her breasts, widening her dark areolas to their maximum size. When she bent over, her trembling breasts and long, dark nipples dangled in front of her chest. Occasionally, she would turn to face the door, and I would anxiously wait for her to discover me while seizing the opportunity to admire her long-unseen genitals. Her legs were not spread wide, and I could only vaguely see the small mound on her lower abdomen covered by dark hair; the area below the mound was hidden in shadow, a far cry from the bustling scene of her past, receiving over a dozen penises a day. My mother's snow-white body and mature female organs aroused my young blood.

During my summer vacation, I was idle at home, living a life of luxury where everything was done for me. As the saying goes, "When you're well-fed and warm, you think of lust," and it was absolutely true. I quickly became addicted to watching pornographic videos. This mainly came from Zhang Yan, a new but like-minded best friend of mine. Like me, he was extremely bored at home and worked with his father in a video rental shop. The shop often played pornographic films late at night, and I often stayed out all night there. Another close friend of Zhang Yan was He Shenfei, in his twenties. His father was the current county public security bureau chief, and his mother had passed away a few years ago. No one could control him; he spent his days aimlessly and had become quite famous among a group of hooligans. He Shenfei was Zhang Yan's source of films; he often managed to get his hands on the videotapes confiscated by the police, and we would watch them first. He Shenfei also liked to watch films about rape and incest between mother and son. In Zhang Yan's small video rental shop, I saw many scenes that seemed unbelievable at the time, all of which reminded me of the wild scene of my mother being gang-raped that I had witnessed. I increasingly projected the women in the videos onto my mother. In reality, my mother was now a respectable woman, and no men bothered her. However, my mother was destined to be a man's plaything and sex tool; all she lacked was the right opportunity.

I only told Zhang Yan about peeping at my mother while she was showering. I had no idea where those guys had seen my mother. They not only saw her, but more accurately, they took a liking to her and wanted to have sex with her. Of course, I only found out about this later. They wanted to have sex with my mother, but lacking the opportunity, they decided to find a breakthrough through me. Soon, my mother's respectable life was disrupted again.

At first, Zhang Yan tentatively asked me if I wanted to find a woman to play with, and of course I said yes. Zhang Yan said that mature women were more fun than teenage girls, and I naturally agreed, asking him if he had any ideas. He deliberately kept me in suspense, and only after I pressed him repeatedly did he finally suggest that I make a move on my mother. I explained my predicament: in fact, I had considered many methods to have my way with my mother, but I lacked the courage to do so. I didn't dare to drug or anesthetize her, fearing that the dosage might be incorrect and cause harm. I wasn't optimistic about seducing my mother either, because she had always been forced into relationships, and after divorcing my father, she had never dated another man. It was hard to imagine her accepting incest with her own son.

Despite this, when I talked to Zhang Yan and the others about women, I don't know why I often mentioned that my mother had been with many men in the past, perhaps out of a sense of boasting or a desire to expose my private matters. At first, I only told them that I had personally witnessed my mother having sex with men. Knowing that my parents were divorced and that my mother had just given birth, they immediately guessed that the child wasn't my father's and pressed me for details. At first, I refused to talk, but they kept pestering me, and I slowly told them everything. This included stories of my mother being gang-raped by farmers and dogs when I was a child, and later, being raped by my classmate's father, Old Wang. They all stared wide-eyed when I mentioned the erotic mahjong game, and it was this feeling that made me write down my mother's experiences.

Later, when they saw my mother, their eyes were all strange, as if they wanted to see her naked body through her clothes. I don't remember who jokingly said, "When are you going to bring your mother over for us to play with?" I casually agreed without thinking. I thought it was a joke, but some of their accomplices took it quite seriously. They were clearly very interested in my mother's mature body, and they secretly planned everything behind my back. They only told me after it was all over, threatening to post my mother's story in school bulletins if I didn't cooperate. On the other hand, they assured me that as long as I cooperated, they wouldn't harm my mother, and that she wouldn't know anything afterward. They even said I could play with my mother first.

Their offer was quite tempting, and what they wanted me to do was simple: the strategy was to get my mother to drink some powder, and then, two hours after she drank it, take her to a specific place. They would use a special incense, combined with the effects of the two drugs, to knock her unconscious. This incense only worked on people who had ingested the powder. Coincidentally, my mother had just given birth and was experiencing lower back and knee pain. She was taking Chinese medicine every day, usually one dose at noon and another at night. After much deliberation, we decided to put a drug in her noon dose and then lure her to Zhang Yan's cousin's bicycle shop.

The bicycle shop wasn't far from our house, in an alley where there weren't many pedestrians and it didn't attract much attention. Zhang Yan's cousin, Yan Senlin, was a bachelor in his early thirties with a three-inch-long scar on his face. He always had a fierce look on his face, and his eyes were always cold and sinister. At first, I was worried that he might not help us, but I later found out that the man surnamed Yan was actually a member of the underworld. He and He Shenfei were the masterminds behind the rape of my mother. I won't go into the details of the plan.

One early summer noon, after I finished eating the lunch my mom had cooked, I secretly poured a packet of brown powder I'd hidden on my person into the Chinese medicine she'd brewed while she was out taking out the trash. I stirred it a few times with chopsticks, then watched her drink a large bowl of it when she returned. My mom remarked, "Why is today's medicine a bit bitter?" I chuckled inwardly and said to her, "Isn't all Chinese medicine bitter?" My mom shook her head.

After leaving home, I pushed my bike straight to Yan Senlin's bike repair shop. He skillfully deflated the front tire, pulled out the inner tube, and pretended to be patching it. I ran home, panting, and told my mom, "My bike is flat. I'll get it patched at Senlin's repair shop over there; it'll be quick. I'm going to school now. Can you pick up the bike and pay for it when you go to school?" I was thinking to myself, "Are you going to let us play with your breasts and...?" I quickly agreed.

I pretended to go out again, circled the alleyway once, and then came back, hiding in the stairwell behind the Forest Repair Shop. There were already six people there, including Zhang Yan and two other accomplices from school, He Shenfei, and two strangers. Yan Senlin was tending the shop. Zhang Yan told me that the two strangers were from the local security patrol team, one surnamed Cheng and the other surnamed Li, both friends of He Shenfei. Only Yan Senlin was in the shop. There was a hole in the stairwell, through which we could see outside. We waited a while longer, but my mother still hadn't appeared. One of the accomplices, Wen Yuan, was getting impatient and asked me, "Will your mother come?" I said yes, but I wasn't sure. It was almost 2 PM, and the drug might wear off after 2:30. My mother had class at school at 2:30 PM. The patrol team member surnamed Cheng comforted us, saying, "Kid, don't worry, haste makes waste." Just then, Zhang Yan shushed us softly and whispered, "She's coming!"

I squeezed to the hole and looked out; sure enough, my mother was walking towards us from afar. She was wearing a plaid shirt and a black skirt, the sound of her leather shoes clicking on the concrete pavement growing louder. I saw Yan Senlin casually light a coil of something that looked like mosquito coils at his feet with his cigarette. Then I heard my mother and Yan Senlin talking. "Boss, business is good?" "Good, good..." With such a big fish delivered to their door, how could business not be good? "My son left his bicycle here?" "Yes, yes. Right here, almost done. Please sit down..." Through the hole, I saw my mother sitting on a small stool next to Yan Senlin, her legs together. In a little while, she would spread her legs to let us see her most private parts. The coil of incense was right next to her legs, seemingly unnoticed. Everything was going according to plan. But my heart was pounding. A few minutes passed. Yan Senlin calmly put the inner tube in and started inflating it. I saw him secretly glancing at my mother out of the corner of his eye.

My mother looked a little pale, and her upper body began to sway from side to side. Xiao Li quietly counted, "One, two, three, fall!" Sure enough, in less than five seconds, she slumped to the right. Yan Senlin, quick as a flash, caught her upper body and shook her a few times, then waved in our direction. Xiao Cheng and Xiao Li told us to stay put while they ran ahead and deftly carried my mother to the back, one on each side. My mother's head was tilted to the side; she was completely unconscious. Xiao Cheng and Xiao Li then carried her upstairs. There was no bed upstairs, so they laid a mat on the floor and placed my mother on it. Everyone except Yan Senlin followed upstairs, skillfully taking out two pills, prying open my mother's mouth and stuffing them in, then pouring some water down her throat. They told me that one was a sleeping pill, which would keep my mother soundly asleep for four hours without waking up, and the other was a powerful aphrodisiac that would give my mother a strong physiological response in her sexual organs even while she was asleep, ensuring smooth intercourse throughout the afternoon.

The plan to drug my mother had been completely successful; now it was time to enjoy the spoils. According to the plan, we couldn't damage my mom's clothes; we had to carefully peel them off and put them back on after we were done playing. Everyone was looking at me because I was supposed to go first, but I didn't know what to do. Xiao Cheng and Xiao Li encouraged me when they saw my hesitation, saying, "Enwei, don't be so indecisive." They asked me whether I should take off the upper or lower body first. I said the upper body, and Xiao Cheng helped my mom's upper body up from both sides. I steeled myself and started unbuttoning my mom's plaid shirt. Xiao Li picked up the camera on the table and pressed the shutter. I turned around and looked at him questioningly. He smiled and said, "It's okay, just to keep it as a souvenir. Keep taking it off." A row of buttons were undone, and my mom's shirt opened to the sides. Xiao Cheng held my mom's neck and helped me take off her shirt completely, while someone else reached out to take it from me. With Xiao Cheng's help, I also took off my mom's undershirt.

When I tried to unhook my mother's bra, I was clumsy and couldn't manage to unhook the back clasp. Xiao Cheng had me hold her while he reached behind her and easily unhooked it. The tightly fastened bra immediately loosened. Xiao Cheng pulled my mother's arms forward, first pulling down the shoulder straps, then gently tearing off the connection between the two cups, and casually handed the bra to someone nearby.

My mother, naked from the waist up, leaned against my shoulder, completely unaware of what was happening. Her two large, milk-filled breasts, no longer supported by the bra, hung loosely in front of her chest, and her two protruding dark nipples were soft. Everyone around, except Xiao Li, couldn't resist reaching out. In an instant, five or six hands were touching my mother's breasts and abdomen. While touching my mother's breasts, I felt her nipples begin to harden and become erect. I told them that my mother had just given birth and had milk. Zhang Yan gently pinched her nipple, and sure enough, a small stream of white milk spurted from the nipple, hitting his chin. Everyone got really excited, kneading and squeezing her breasts, taking turns sucking on her nipples, white milk flowing everywhere. Xiao Cheng gestured that I could put my mother's upper body down; it was time to take off her lower body. My mother's black dress had an elastic waistband, and Xiao Cheng slightly lifted her legs, allowing me to easily pull the dress down to her thighs. Xiao Cheng continued to hold her legs up, gesturing for me to take off my mother's underwear as well, which I did. When the underwear was off, revealing my mother's genitals, Xiao Li took another picture. I handed my mother's dress and pink underwear to the person next to me, who piled all of my mother's clothes together. My mother's completely naked, snow-white body lay helplessly on the mat, like a plucked lamb, facing the fate of being gang-raped. Just as I was about to take off my pants, Xiao Cheng said, "Wait, I'll soften your mother's penis." He knelt between my mother's legs, spreading them apart to expose her vulva and anus. My mother's vulva was dark, with a full mound on her lower abdomen, below which was a dark clitoris. Even before, I had never looked at my mother's vulva so closely. He parted her labia, revealing two pink fleshy openings, the lower one seemingly covered with a little whitish mucus. Xiao Cheng inserted his right middle finger into my mother's vagina. My mother, still half-asleep, seemed to groan. I was startled, but Xiao Cheng chuckled and said it was alright. He withdrew his middle finger and instead inserted his index and middle fingers together into my mother's vagina, while using his thumb to tease her clitoris. I heard my mother groan again, and the fleshy opening seemed to writhe, tightly gripping the two fingers. After a while, Xiao Cheng pulled his finger out, sniffed it, licked it, and smacked his lips with relish before bringing his mouth closer. His flat nose teased my mother's clitoris, his tongue probed the entrance of her vagina, and his stubble-covered chin pressed against the soft skin around her anus. After a while, he pulled out a plastic penis-shaped genital massager from his pocket. This was the first time I had ever seen a massager; the eight-inch-long penis even had two egg-sized simulated testicles at the bottom, complete with elastic bands. Xiao Cheng slowly inserted the penis of the massager into my mother's vagina until it was fully inserted, letting the "testicles" press against her labia majora. Then he tied two of the three elastic bands around my mother's waist, securing them in place, and the remaining band covered her perineum and secured it to the elastic band at her lower back. My mother looked like she was wearing a thong.

Xiao Cheng plugged it in, turned on the massager, starting at the lowest setting and then slowly increasing it. Amidst the buzzing of the massager, my mother grew restless. At first, it was just intermittent moans, but they became more frequent, even turning into deep, lewd moans typical of intercourse. Her nipples became erect, their tips turning red. Everyone in the room seemed to have grown several inches longer. I couldn't resist any longer and signaled to Xiao Cheng to turn off the massager, then pulled my already wet "big penis" out of my mother's vagina.

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