Good Friday for Big-Breasted Mothers

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Chapter 1 My Mighty Mom
My mother's name is Tang Jiali. She's a criminal police officer, brave and dashing. She has fair skin,
a round face with a touch of baby fat, and two crescent-shaped eyes that always seem to hold a smile. She has a high nose bridge and
cherry-like lips;

the more you look at her, the more pleasing she becomes. She's 1.63 meters tall, not very tall, but she has a full, shapely figure. She has nearly an F-
cup of full, round breasts that are not only white but also very firm.

My father was also a criminal police officer. He died in the line of duty before I was born, and my mother
raised .

I take my mother's surname; my name is Tang Ming, and I'm fourteen years old, a ninth-grade student. Because I understand how hard my mother
worked to raise me, I've always studied very hard since elementary school. I've
consistently been at the top of my class, but even so, many bad students still bully me, calling me a child without a father.

When I was in elementary school, if I was bullied, I would cry and tell my mom or teacher, and the bullies would
stop for a while. Later, in middle school, as I grew older and more proud, I stopped
telling my mom and teachers about being bullied. They warned me that if I dared to tell my parents and teachers, they would beat me even harder next time, so I
dared not tell them.

Because of my weakness, they became increasingly demanding, starting with pulling my hair and pushing me, then slapping me
, kicking me, stabbing my legs with a pen, and sometimes even making me kneel, crawl on the ground, crawl between
their legs, and slap myself. At first, I would fight back, but I couldn't beat them, and the more I
resisted , the more violently they beat me. Later, I didn't dare fight back anymore and let them bully me.

In middle school, there were mainly five people who bullied me: Yellow Hair, Red Scarf, Fatty, Short, and
Glasses.

Besides Huang Mao, everyone else was my age. Huang Mao repeated a grade in elementary school and two grades in junior high, making
him three years older and a head taller than me. He was the oldest student in the school, the most arrogant, and unruly, and he
had dyed his hair yellow. Hong Jin was called
Hong Jin because he used to be a Young Pioneer and often wore a red scarf. Pang Dun was the meat shield of their group; he wasn't tall, but he was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, covered in fat.
Xiao Gu Zi was a skinny boy who was Huang Mao's cousin, so they always protected him. Jing Guan was also
a very short boy. Because he wore glasses, people called him Jing Guan. But despite his
short and glasses, he was the most mischievous and had the most bad ideas. They all listened to him; he was their leader,
partly because his father was the naval commander, a very high-ranking official.

These guys were a bully at school. They not only enjoyed picking on timid and cowardly students like me, but they also frequently
harassed girls, lifting their skirts. I heard they even broke into the girls' dormitory at night, and later got one of the girls
pregnant. The girl's parents went to the school and threatened to report them to the education bureau, making it known to everyone in the school.
I heard even the girl's father, a naval commander, couldn't calm things down. Later, I heard the girl's father was in a car accident, and
the girl dropped out of school.

My long junior high school years were finally coming to an end, but they weren't planning to give up on bullying me one more time.

After the high school entrance exam, they actually waited for me outside the school gate. They dragged me into an empty alley and took their
anger out on me. They kicked me repeatedly, making me retreat. Sometimes they would laugh and run a few steps, jumping up just to
kick me harder. They pulled my hair and slapped
me I curled up in a corner and they continued to punch and kick me. Tears
welled up in my eyes. As I was being beaten black and blue, I suddenly saw a bright ray of light ahead.

Mom…it was Mom!

Mom was wearing a police uniform: a brown cap with a badge, a dark blue uniform shirt, a dark
tie black pencil skirt, flesh-colored stockings, and black leather shoes. She was beautiful and capable, sexy and dignified.
Mom had just come out on a case and happened to see me.

“Stop! Let go of my son!”

Mom stood straight at the alley entrance with her hands on her hips, speaking with great authority. She strode towards me,
her enormous breasts, hidden beneath her shirt, swaying wildly with her angry movements.

Hearing my mother's voice, they automatically made way for her, sizing her up.

"Mom, save me!" I cried, my face bruised and swollen, tears streaming down my face.

They seemed intimidated by my mother's imposing presence and her police uniform, pausing for a moment
before finally snapping out of it.

"Oh, reinforcements have arrived! I didn't know you had a policewoman mother!"

"You bastards, you brats beat my son up like this!" my mother roared angrily, her breasts jiggling
with each breath, a truly spectacular sight.

"A busty policewoman, huh!" the blond-haired man lewdly remarked, licking his lips and
casting a lustful glance at my mother's ample bosom.

"Damn it, so vulgar and obscene at such a young age!"

Seeing their lewd gazes, Mom blushed, crossed her arms to cover her chest, and scolded,
"I'll teach you a lesson today for your parents!" She stepped forward.

"All of you, get her! His mother's here, it's no use. What's so great about a policewoman? Strip her naked
!"

Glasses waved his right hand, giving the order. The group swarmed forward, seemingly thinking that although Mom was an adult
and a policewoman, she was still a policewoman, and the five of them together would easily subdue her.

Mom remained calm, standing still, using stillness to her advantage. The blond-haired guy struck first, his blows fierce, swinging his fists
powerfully towards Mom's face. This blond-haired thug was a tough character in our school, capable of taking on
two , but he was still a bit too green against Mom, a policewoman.

The mother stepped back with her right foot and tilted her head back
,

managing to dodge the blond-haired boy's punch. Then, seizing the opportunity, she grabbed his arm and pulled him, sending him crashing into the wall. The boy in red scarf lunged forward with both hands, seemingly aiming for the mother's abdomen. But the mother, wearing stockings,
lifted , and before his fists could reach them, her knee slammed into his chin. Clearly, the mother
knew her limits, recognizing they were just children. The boy, struck in the chin by the mother's knee, only felt dizzy but
was rendered unable to fight.

The little guy was just a bystander; he came up to his
mother without lifting a finger or making a move. Before anyone knew what he was going to do, his mother pressed a hand against his forehead. He stubbornly pushed against her hand like a sheep, but
couldn't move an inch , and was eventually forced to the ground by her hand.

"Ouch!"

Just as the little guy was dealt with, the chubby boy roared and charged at his mother. Reaching her, the chubby
boy suddenly jumped up, his legs leaving the ground, aiming his feet straight at his mother, clearly intending to use his massive
weight to overpower her. But his mother calmly and easily sidestepped, and
the landing hard on his bottom – it looked painful.

At this moment, the blond-haired guy also reacted, turning around and throwing another punch at his mother, which she dodged again.

"You slut, come on, don't try to dodge!" The blond-haired man roared, unleashing a barrage of punches

—left hook, right hook, left straight, right straight, double hook, double straight—all aimed at his mother's pretty face, but she deftly dodged them all. 　　The blond-haired man was, after all, a 17-year-old hoodlum, and stronger than two adults . His mother, instead of directly confronting him, used a series of subtle, deflective moves to wear him down. 　　"Blonde-haired man, pinch her breasts!" 　　the bespectacled man beside him cried out urgently. He seemed to have noticed the violently heaving waves of her breasts as she dodged; breasts are a woman's most delicate area. 　　Hearing the bespectacled man's warning, the blond-haired man reacted instantly. The next moment, his mother took a step back, tilting her fair neck high to dodge his double hooks. But the blond-haired man's double hooks were just a feint. He instantly , extending his index and middle fingers, and swiftly jabbed them towards his mother's breasts. 　　"Hmm..." 　　Mom groaned softly. She'd been fooled by the blond-haired man's feint, leaving her no time to react before his two fingers jabbed hard into her breasts. The blond-haired man was incredibly strong; Mom groaned and doubled over in pain. 　　"You slut, I finally hit you! Hehe...take this!" 　　Having finally landed a punch, the blond-haired man shouted triumphantly, then suddenly swung his fist at her again. 　　Seeing the wind whistling towards her, Mom straightened up, enduring the pain, and turned to her left to dodge his right hook. But it was another feint; the blond-haired man's right hook transformed into an eagle's claw, squeezing Mom's breast hard. 　　"Disgusting!" 　　Mom panicked instantly, her right hand flashing out, ready to slap the blond-haired man. But Mom's strength was no match for his; her right hand was firmly grasped, and in a flash, the blond-haired man slapped her across the face. 　　"Slut!" 　　the blond-haired man slapped Mom across the face, cursing. 　　Mom seized the opportunity to pull her hand away, a red handprint now visible on one side of her face, a heartbreaking sight. She glared angrily at him, but the scarlet handprint on her face showed a hint of defiance; she seemed to be at a disadvantage. 　　"Good, well done!" 　　the bespectacled man watching from the sidelines shouted excitedly. 　　"Take another punch!" 　　Facing the blond-haired man's swift left hook, Mom instinctively dodged, but the blond-haired man feinted again, his left hook transforming into an eagle claw as he forcefully pinched Mom's left breast. 　　"Mmm..." 　　Mom let out a soft moan, focusing her attention on her chest. 　　"Right hook!" 　　the blond-haired man roared, throwing another punch. Mom seemed prepared, crossing her arms over her chest and backing away, but this time the blond-haired man meant it. A hook punch slammed into Mom's right cheek. The blond-haired man's strength was immense; Mom clutched her cheek, seemingly in pain, tears welling in her eyes. 　　Mom dared not be careless any longer; another punch from the blond-haired man might knock her down. 　　"Double hook!" 　　The blond-haired man unleashed a flurry of punches. Mom retreated to dodge, but this was a feint. The blond-haired man's double hooks transformed into eagle claws, each hand gripping one of Mom's large breasts. 　　"Hehe, such big breasts, I can barely hold them!" 　　The blond-haired man lewdly groped Mom's breasts, leering. From the clearly defined knuckles of the blond-haired man's kneading , it was clear he was gripping very tightly, seemingly attempting to subdue Mom by grabbing her breasts. 　　"Uh…" 　　Mom struggled several times but couldn't break free. Fortunately, her breasts were large, making it difficult for the blond-haired man to hold one breast with each hand. Finally, Mom freed herself from the blond-haired man's grasp. The mother's delicate breasts were painfully gripped by the blond-haired man. She cupped her breasts with both hands and rubbed them , a look of pain on her face. 　　"Double straight punches, take this!" 　　Without giving the mother a chance to breathe, the blond-haired man threw out both fists, aiming for her left and right cheeks respectively . The wind from the punches was fierce. Without hesitation, the mother quickly raised her hands to block her cheeks. 　　"Ouch!...It hurts!" 　　But it was another feint. This time, the blond-haired man was smarter. He knew that the mother's breasts were large and he couldn't pinch them, so he changed the mother's nipples. The blond-haired man pinched the mother's nipples, one in each hand. Two small bumps could be seen through the mother's thin shirt. The mother cried out in pain . 　　"Haha, finally subdued you! Still can't hold back?" 　　No matter how hard the mother struggled, the blond-haired man only pinched the mother's two nipples hard. No matter how much the mother struggled, she couldn't escape his control. The blond-haired man shouted triumphantly. 　　"Red Scarf, Fatty, strip this slut naked! Let's see if she's still so proud!" 　　Glasses calmly ordered, seeing his mother subdued. 　　"Shameless!... Ouch!... Let go!... It hurts, ah!!" 　　Hearing his mother's curses, the blond-haired boy twisted his hand that was pinching her nipple, causing her to cry out , her limbs flailing wildly as she struggled. 　　"Hold her down, don't let her break free!" 　　Hearing Glasses' command, Red Scarf and Fatty, who were about to strip his mother, each grabbed one of her legs to prevent her from resisting. 　　His mother's hands gripped the blond-haired boy's hands, trying to break free, but the boy was very strong. Even though his mother pulled hard, his hands remained firmly pinching her two tender nipples. 　　"Let go!... It hurts!... You little bastards!... No, ah!!!!!!!!!"

Mom trembled violently with anxiety, crying out several times before finally unleashing her inner potential.
Everyone has potential, which is unleashed when subjected to unbearable torment. As the blond-haired man pinched Mom's nipples
so hard his nails were almost digging in, Mom finally unleashed her inner potential, kicking away the relatively
light-weight Red Scarf and, by sheer coincidence, kicking the blond-haired man's testicles.

"Ouch..."

the blond-haired man groaned, involuntarily releasing his grip, clutching his manhood, his face contorted in pain
, seemingly temporarily incapacitated.

"Mom..."

Mom was like a female warrior at this moment. Although she had narrowly won a fierce battle, seeing
her exhausted figure, I couldn't help but shed tears.

"Son, don't be afraid, Mom's here!"

Mom said gently, then her resolute gaze turned to
Glasses .

As Mom walked towards me, the small, bespectacled boy looked frightened and timidly scurried away, clinging to the wall. Despite his weak
fighting ability , he kept his eyes on Mom as he fled, afraid she might hurt him. Mom didn't care about him at all.

"Don't be afraid, son, Mom will protect you!"

Mom crouched down, gently comforting my bruised and swollen face, seemingly
oblivious to . Just as I was about to cry with emotion, I saw the bespectacled boy behind Mom, holding a brick, charging menacingly
towards her.

"Mom, watch out!"

I cried out. Just as the bespectacled boy was about to strike, Mom listened intently to the trajectory of the brick,
dodged to the side, and then kicked him in the stomach. Because of the pain in her chest, Mom's movements
weren't as nimble as before; her head dodged the brick, but her shoulder didn't. Fortunately, the bespectacled boy wasn't very strong,
and Mom only let out a soft groan, seemingly unharmed.

Glasses, on the other hand, was kicked against the wall by Mom, then slumped to the ground, nearly vomiting
blood.

"You...you wait, we'll get our revenge!"

Glasses struggled to his feet, threatening Mom as he ran, the other four
scrambling . After they left, Mom and I helped each other home.

We escaped this time, but we wouldn't be so lucky next time.

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