[My Mother's Life] (Complete) [Author: Unknown]

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Chapter 1

It all started with a child's misconception, but what could I do? I had a father who was always socializing. When my father was young, it was the time when workers were shouldering the burden of the nation. In those days, there were only two outcomes for salespeople: starve or become incredibly rich. The men in my family were all born salesmen, so my father, a young and wealthy man, went into business before even finishing high school and became a successful businessman. He married my mother, the most beautiful woman in the state-owned chemical plant in our hometown. My grandfather, a former school principal, was initially very opposed, being an old intellectual who preferred my mother to marry a teacher or a "high-ranking official" (not a policeman, but a civil servant, someone from the Eighth Bureau). But the two were childhood sweethearts, my father was charming and eloquent, and he was young and wealthy; my mother wouldn't have to worry about making a living after marriage, so he let it happen naturally.

My father was exceptionally good to my mother; after all, who doesn't love a beautiful woman? But due to his work, he still had to put on an act, accompanying clients to nightclubs. Even the gentlest and most virtuous mother would lose her temper when she got home. After all, she had a beautiful wife, and it was foolish for her to go out and indulge in debauchery with prostitutes. It was a matter of dignity for her sexy and beautiful mother in terms of feminine charm! When her father asked, he could only try to reason with her, saying that it was just a transaction with those prostitutes, that there were no feelings involved, and he would also complain that no prostitute could compare to her allure. At that time, many Chinese women suffered from malnutrition during their growth period, resulting in skinny, frail figures. But these things obviously shouldn't be known to an immature child like me. Constantly being instilled with this kind of information, for me, who had a "salesman's bloodline" but was strictly controlled in my allowance, over time I came to understand a different set of ideas: 1. Paying money for this between men and women is just a transaction, no different from paying a tutor to give me lessons, except that I was tutoring my father.

2. My mother is more valuable than other women.

At the time, I had no idea how humiliating this meant for a woman, and so my mother's life became predictable. I

was still in elementary school then, just as my mother was shedding her naivety and blossoming into a woman's charm. Because my maternal grandfather was a school principal, and my mother was his only daughter, plus my father was wealthy, my mother maintained her figure exceptionally well. At 168 cm tall, she was a rare sight among women of that era, not to mention her 36D bust. Her hips weren't large, but they were perfectly round. Compared to the sea of flat-chested women around her, she was truly… Her face wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but it grew on you over time. So wherever she went, my mother was always the center of attention.

It was an ordinary summer evening. My father was abroad, so only my mother was walking home with me, holding my hand. It was hot, and my mother was dressed lightly, her breasts almost spilling out. Her snow-white arms held up a parasol, and her feet clicked on those high-heeled sandals with only a few straps. We passed the migrant workers' tents in front of the community gate. Due to pipeline renovations, the entire city was to have its pipes repaved, a project that would take more than a month. As we passed the tents, two migrant workers were sitting on small stools sunbathing. They were shirtless, wearing gray shorts, and their penises were so long that the glans protruded from between their shorts legs (some friends have criticized my previous claim of 30cm, but the impact of that scene made me believe that all migrant workers' penises were incredibly long). The two migrant workers' eyes never left my mother. Every time we passed by, the migrant workers sitting outside would use foul language in front of my mother, and this day was no exception.

"Those breasts, wow, so white, I wish I could fuck her once."

"This woman is the prettiest in the whole neighborhood. The prostitutes outside are nowhere near as good. I'd do it for two people's money if I could fuck her for one night."

"Women who look like that are all rich, they wouldn't be prostitutes. Damn, I can't hold back anymore looking at her, I have to find a prostitute tonight."

...

Every time I hear this kind of talk, my mother frowns and pulls me away quickly. My mother despises these migrant workers from the bottom of her heart, but her upbringing as a teacher has made her rarely argue like a shrew. After all, these migrant workers are just all talk. Today was the same, but I, who had been wanting to buy a building block toy, suddenly had a flash of inspiration: I'd find a prostitute tonight, I'd pay for two people's money, I really wanted to fuck her... I could get money from them. Just then, Mom remembered we were out of soy sauce and said to me, "Jiangjiang, Mom's going to buy a bottle of soy sauce. You go upstairs first." I agreed, but then secretly ran to the migrant workers' shed and asked the two workers, "Is my mom pretty?" The two workers looked surprised, but still said, "She's pretty." Then I asked them, "Tonight you can have sex with me, but you have to buy me toys." "Hahaha, this kid's gone mad!" "I'm serious. I have a way. You can pay me after you're done." At this point, the two workers were stunned, and then they pulled me into the shed. The smell inside almost made me faint.

Because my mom picks me up from school every day, the other migrant workers in the shed recognized me, so they were even more confused. At this moment, the migrant worker who pulled me in said to the other migrant workers in the shed, "This kid said he can let us play with his mom tonight, but we have to buy him toys."

Then the shed erupted in noise. "The one with the really pretty, big breasts?" "Damn, what does a kid know?"

"You believe a kid's nonsense?"

...

The migrant workers in the shed chattered on and on. The migrant worker who pulled me in said, "Anyway, we'll get paid after it's over. If he can do it, let's give it a try. That girl is so pretty, what if we end up sleeping with her?" At this point, the migrant workers in the shed probably remembered what my mother looked like, and their genitals were erect. A few of the migrant workers, who were probably already blinded by lust, thought it was worth a try and asked me, who was almost suffocating from the smell, "What do we do tonight?"

I thought about my mother's schedule and said in a muffled voice, covering my nose, "Wait for me by the back window of my house. I'll let you know around 7 o'clock, then you can come up." After finalizing the plan, I quickly ran upstairs to start doing my homework. I couldn't let my mother scold me for delaying my important work.

After dinner, I pretended to do my homework while secretly listening to the sounds outside. I watched TV for a while, and my mother started taking a shower as usual. After hearing the water, I checked the clock in the house. It was almost time, so I ran to the back window of the kitchen and looked down. I guessed that some of the migrant workers in the shed didn't trust me and hadn't all come. Only eight of them were staring at me expectantly. I quickly waved them up and waited at the door. I saw them come upstairs through the peephole and open the door. My front door faces the bathroom. When the migrant workers came in and heard the water in the bathroom, they all understood what was going on. One of the migrant workers started taking off his clothes, and the others followed suit. In the summer, they were already wearing shorts and t-shirts and were all naked in less than a minute. All eight of their thick penises were already hard.

The migrant workers rushed to the bathroom. Since I was home alone and my mother hadn't locked the door, they pushed it open. My mother screamed immediately, but the workers were faster. Her screams turned into muffled whimpers in less than two seconds. Then I saw several workers carrying my mother out of the bathroom. She struggled fiercely; four workers were holding her arms and legs, while another covered her mouth. When she saw me, she struggled even more. The other workers moved things aside from the coffee table and laid her upside down on it.

Suddenly, the worker covering her mouth yelled, pulled his hand away, and said, "This woman really bites!" At this moment, my mother forced herself to calm down and said to the migrant workers, "Please let me go, I'll give you whatever money you want."

The migrant workers all laughed, and one of them said, "No amount of money can buy someone like you." Then my mother started screaming again. The migrant workers stuffed a pair of underwear into my mother's mouth, and the migrant worker who was holding her arm put his hands on my mother's 36D breasts, grabbing and kneading them hard, as if he wanted to burst my mother's breasts. My mother was in a lot of pain, and her expression was very painful, but she couldn't make a sound.

Then, an impatient migrant worker spat a large amount of saliva onto his hand, smeared it on his glans, and aimed his large penis at my mother's vaginal opening. My mother struggled desperately, but the other migrant workers all rushed up to hold her down, actually so they could touch her body. This migrant worker aimed his penis and forcefully thrust it in, all the way to the hilt! A noticeable bulge appeared on my mother's lower abdomen. My mother convulsed in pain. The migrant worker who was fucking my mother shouted, "This is fucking amazing! So comfortable, much better than the prostitutes we go to! I'm going to fuck you to death, ahhhhh..." The migrant worker held my mother's waist, without any skill, his thick, long penis thrusting in and out of my mother's vagina with simple, brutal force. My mother's lower abdomen bulged with each thrust.

One of the migrant workers said, "It must feel amazing, look, her belly is all sticking out, it's definitely inside her uterus." My mother struggled violently from the intense pain, but was quickly overwhelmed by the fucking, her body only aware of the pain and completely unable to control itself. Large tears rolled down my mother's cheeks. But the migrant worker showed no sign of stopping, continuing his deep thrusts without any mercy. Each impact was accompanied by my mother's spasms and agonizing screams; her slender waist felt like it was about to break. Even more unbearable was the excruciating pain from her uterus; her vagina and uterus felt like they were about to burst. The cervix was being slowly rubbed away by his penis, the uterine walls enduring the brutal assault of his lust. My mother felt as if she were about to die.

After five minutes of this, the migrant worker stopped, and my mother thought it was almost over. But that wasn't the case. The migrant worker took a deep breath and began to thrust again, his thrusts becoming even harder and faster, each brutal rape sending my mother through agonizing pain. My mother could no longer resist this violent rape; all she could do was scream and weep. Suddenly, the migrant worker's veins bulged, and his penis thrust faster and faster into my mother's vagina, accompanied by a wild, beast-like roar. My mother seemed to sense something and suddenly struggled violently, but was held down firmly. Then, the migrant worker's large penis thrust in forcefully and didn't pull out, instead using all his strength to push against my mother's lower body, as if trying to shove his entire body into her vagina. Then, his large scrotum contracted violently a few times, ejaculating his semen into my mother's uterus. After savoring the moment for a dozen seconds, urged on by the other lustful migrant workers, the migrant worker pulled out his now limp penis. The moment the glans withdrew from my mother's vaginal opening, it made a "pop" sound like a piston being pulled out. At the same time, a mixture of semen and blood flowed from my mother's vaginal opening, which could no longer close.

Another migrant worker grabbed a spot, impatiently hoisting my mother's legs onto his shoulders. He aimed his penis at her vaginal opening and thrust forcefully, his rock-hard penis plunging straight into her bloodied vagina. My mother's body jerked violently. Her vagina, already injured from the previous worker's frantic thrusting, and her cervix also bruised, was in unbearable pain as the second worker penetrated her. She writhed frantically. But the migrant workers didn't care about her life or death; their penises continued to thrust forcefully into her vagina.

With each painful groan, my mother's lower abdomen swelled with each powerful thrust. The migrant worker, who had never penetrated a uterus before, felt a surge of pleasure that nearly made him ejaculate immediately. Her two full breasts trembled incessantly, and her uterus and vagina convulsed in pain. The contrast between the migrant worker's dark, thick penis and my mother's fair, full body was striking. The migrant worker realized that he was now raping a wealthy young woman he had always wanted to have sex with, but could never even touch with a finger. This made him ravage the poor mother even more forcefully. His glans repeatedly thrust into my mother's uterus, pushing out the semen that the previous migrant workers had ejaculated inside her. Each time his engorged penis withdrew, it was covered in white semen and blood from her uterus. My mother's delicate uterus and vagina could no longer withstand such a violent invasion. Her engorged labia majora were being thrust in and out by the migrant worker's penis, and the pink, viscous fluid inside her vagina, no longer obstructed by the labia majora, began to flow out with the piston-like movements of that huge penis. Some of it flowed onto the penis that was enjoying itself, crying out my mother's pain, while more flowed down my mother's inner thighs, making the migrant workers even more excited. The second migrant worker, experiencing the intense pleasure of his penis being enveloped by my mother's delicate uterus, coupled with the stark difference in their social status, quickly ejaculated inside her, the entire ordeal lasting less than five minutes.

As soon as his penis withdrew, a third, older migrant worker grabbed her legs, intending to rape her. At this point, a younger-looking migrant worker, probably under twenty, said, "Uncle, can I go first? I've never tasted a woman before."

The older worker thought for a moment, then stood up and said to the younger worker, "Come on, fuck her well. You're incredibly lucky to have a woman like this on your first time. Don't get off so soon." The younger worker quickly took over, using his hand to lift his penis and, ignoring my mother's struggles, began to rape her. Each thrust brought excruciating pain to my mother. All she could do was weep and wait for this nightmare to end. Suddenly, my mother felt her breasts being forcefully pinched, followed by a low scream, and then a surge of heat rushed into her uterus. The migrant worker reluctantly withdrew his penis. My mother's lower body was a mess; the man's semen mixed with vaginal secretions and blood slowly flowed from her vaginal opening. My mother's firm breasts were ravaged beyond recognition, her tender, full breasts covered with teeth marks and finger marks, and her nipples were bitten until they bled. For the next few hours, my mother was surrounded and gang-raped by these eight migrant workers, who vented their lust on her, while my poor mother could only express her physical and mental pain through crying and screaming.

My mother's tears and pain only fueled the migrant workers' desire. "Oh, you're crying now? You never even glance at us before, always looking down on us for being poor, but you're still being fucked by us. Ahhhh, I can't take it anymore, it feels so good, I'm going to cum..." These migrant workers showed no mercy, giving my mother no chance to catch her breath, relentlessly gang-raping her. Bubbles of semen shot into my mother's vagina and uterus, her lower abdomen bulging from the semen, the semen constantly flowing out of her body. After the eight migrant workers had all raped my mother, she was so exhausted she was practically rolling her eyes back, her body limp and lifeless, manipulated at will by them. She was almost unconscious, uttering muffled moans, her body convulsing. Her full breasts were bruised and swollen, almost completely obscuring their original whiteness. Her labia were turned inside out from the force of the rape. Seeing this, my penis repeatedly became erect. I didn't even need to touch it; the sight itself stimulated my erection, causing me to ejaculate. In my memory, that was the most pleasurable ejaculation I've ever experienced.

The migrant workers continued to gang rape my mother, one after another, pinning the beautiful young woman they dreamed of having their way with beneath them. They thrust their thick penises into her tender vagina, through her tight opening and her nearly torn cervix, repeatedly slamming against her uterine walls, then ejaculating their filthy semen into her delicate womb.

After ejaculating inside my mother's uterus two or three times, the eight migrant workers dressed and left. I was terrified to see my mother lying on the coffee table, convulsing. I felt she might die, and I was so scared I forgot to ask the workers for the money I'd saved to buy toys. I stood beside her, watching her. Later, her convulsions stopped; she seemed to have fallen asleep. The next day, she cried for a long time in the bathroom.

Seeing that she was alright, I felt relieved, and then I suddenly remembered I'd forgotten to ask the workers for the money.

Chapter Two

After my mother was gang-raped by the migrant workers downstairs, she stayed home all day, lost in thought, tears streaming down her face. At the time, I didn't understand. My parents sometimes did this kind of thing too, and they always seemed happy. I had no idea why my mother was so upset. Recalling the horrific scene of her convulsing and fainting during the gang rape, the bruises on her body, and the blood from her vagina, I presumptuously assumed she was crying from the pain. I thought the migrant workers downstairs were even more despicable—they made her cry so much, and most importantly, they didn't give me any money. So I went to comfort her: "Mom, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Are you hurt? Mom, don't cry. Jiangjiang isn't afraid of pain anymore, so Mom has to be strong too." Suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes, and she hugged me tightly, saying, "Mom, don't cry. Mom is as strong as Jiangjiang." Then I realized she was crying from the pain, and I planned to go downstairs and confront those migrant workers. Mom hugged me and cried for a while, then went to cook for me. I was really hungry because I hadn't eaten all day. While eating, I noticed that Mom had really stopped crying, but her eyes were still a little red. "Mom, are you still in pain?" I asked. Mom rubbed my head and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore, and Mom won't cry anymore." I felt relieved. After dinner, I went downstairs.

After going downstairs, I went straight to the migrant workers' shed. I found that there were no migrant workers sitting at the door anymore, and there was a lot of noise inside. I was curious, so I sat at the door and listened to them talk. "Hey Lao Du! Why would I lie to you? It really is that woman. Her breasts are huge, her pussy is tight and short, I can fuck her all the way in, I even made a bulge in her belly." "You don't believe me? You're just bragging. What kind of pussy is that?" "

Of course it is! Er Gou's wife had that uterine thing, didn't she? Her uterus was small. You guys said Er Gou was living the good life, but he's gone too. Ask him if you don't believe me!" "

My wife had an infantile uterus, but Lai Zi really isn't lying to you. That pussy is even smaller than my wife's. When I fuck her all the way in, her uterus is practically covering the head of my penis, and it's still moving! It felt so good! She's beautiful, with big breasts, it's like a dream. I really want to fuck her again, I'd do it even if it meant giving up ten years of my life!"

"Holy crap, it's true! You guys paid? How much? That woman is so pretty, and seems quite wealthy. She doesn't look like a prostitute." "No, we didn't pay. Her son said we could have sex with his mom if we gave him money to buy her toys. He opened the door for us."

"Won't something bad happen?" "What could happen? Let me tell you, the prettier the woman, the richer her family, and the less likely they are to make a fuss! Look how regretful Wang Mazi and his gang are. Yesterday, when they let them go, they said the kid was talking nonsense, and they didn't even get to have any fun. If you were here yesterday, I would have taken you with me." "Holy crap, that sounds amazing! I want to go too!" At that moment, I rushed in. "Go where? You didn't give me any money, and you even hurt my mom! Give me the money now!" The migrant workers were startled when they saw me come in and were stunned. I felt they just didn't want to pay. "Hurry up, don't try to renege on your debt."

At this point, some of the migrant workers realized what was happening and said to me, "I'll give you the money, but if you let us go to your house again, I'll give you double the money!"

"No way! You hurt my mother, she's crying from the pain!" "Then we won't give you the money." "

..." I was conflicted.

The other migrant workers saw the conflicted expression on my face and came over to persuade me, "If you let us go, we'll give you double the money!" "Anyway, we've already fucked your mother, one more time won't make a difference." "Yeah, we've already fucked her, if you don't let us go, we won't give you the money."

I hesitated for a while, thinking that maybe I should ask them to be gentle, since my mother wasn't in pain anymore, or maybe I should just do it tonight. "Tonight is fine, but you can't make my mom cry again." "We definitely won't make your mom cry, haha, we're going to have a good time tonight." "Hold on for a couple more days, let us rest a bit before we go together. Damn, I fucked all night yesterday and came several times, and I still have to work today, I'm too tired. Let's wait a few days, anyway, this kid can't run away." "Damn, you've all been there, I can't hold back."

"You need a beating, don't you?"

"Okay, okay, we'll wait for you."

"Our team works fast, we laid more than ten more pipes than those others, if you work even faster, we'll finish next Saturday and go together."

"Okay, next Saturday then."

I talked to them about the plan for a while, told them to wait for my signal at the back window of our building in the morning, and then went home.

I was especially happy to see that my mom's expression was normal, thinking that my mom's injury was healed, and although there would be more migrant workers next time, they would be gentler with my mom, and my mom shouldn't get hurt again.

The next day, Mom took me to and from school as usual, but her clothes were different from before. She covered almost her entire body, probably to hide the bruises, especially her huge breasts. Her 36D breasts were barely covered by a regular bra; if she wore summer clothes, a gust of wind or bending over would reveal a large, white patch from her neckline. Now, her once snow-white breasts were covered in bruises, which took two or three days to fade. Now, when passing the migrant workers' sheds, Mom walks on the other side of the road, but the migrant workers no longer make suggestive remarks when they see her.

Life seemed to be back on track, and Saturday arrived quickly. It was another very hot and humid Saturday. I wanted to sleep in, but I woke up sweating profusely around 8 a.m. and went straight to take a shower. Mom heard me and got up too. By the time I finished showering, Mom had already prepared breakfast, and then she went to take a shower as well. I groggily took a bite of my fried egg and suddenly remembered the migrant workers. I peered out the back window and saw them all looking up longingly from below. I gestured for them to come up, and they went around to the front of the building and came upstairs. I opened the door and counted them—there were so many, almost twenty! I thought to myself that I'd ask them for the money for three sets of toys later.

The migrant workers quickly stripped off their clothes and then expertly walked to the bathroom door and opened it. My mother let out another desperate scream, and then someone immediately grabbed her head and stuffed her mouth with her underwear. My mother was probably applying shower gel; her body was slippery. As she struggled desperately, the migrant workers were losing their grip on her arms and legs.

"Hold her and rinse her off."

Then one of the migrant workers grabbed my mother's waist, another took off the showerhead and sprayed her, and the others rubbed her body, but their focus was always on her large, snow-white breasts. Those 36D breasts were incredibly attractive to these migrant workers.

"Stop dawdling, rinse her clean and carry her out!" Only then did the migrant workers rinse my mother clean and carry her to the bedroom. They pressed her onto the bed and simply wiped her down with a blanket. My mother struggled desperately, shaking her head violently, her face streaked with tears of despair. I thought to myself, "Mom, don't be afraid. They promised they'd be gentler this time and wouldn't hurt you again." After wiping her down, the migrant workers closest to the bed began to roughly ravage my mother's body, especially her large, snow-white breasts, which became their target. One worker grabbed one of her nipples and pulled hard. My mother's mouth was stuffed with her underwear, but I could still hear her screams of pain. They had lied to me, promising not to hurt my mother! "Let go of my mother!" I rushed over and was slapped hard across the face by one of the workers. The pain almost made me faint. When my mother saw me being hit, her eyes turned red and almost bled, and she struggled even more desperately. "Slap, slap!" "Behave yourself!" The migrant worker who had just slapped me couldn't bear to hit my mother's beautiful face, so he slapped her breasts twice instead. Immediately, purplish-blue handprints appeared on her snow-white, delicate breasts. I stood there crying, too heartbroken to cover my face; it stung terribly to the touch. I couldn't even imagine how much pain my mother must have felt after being slapped so hard twice, and then being pinched and grabbed by these migrant workers. One of the workers grabbed my mother's other breast that hadn't been slapped, bent down, and took it into his mouth. He sucked hard on my mother's nipple, making a sound. After a few sucks, he seemed to be stimulated by something and suddenly started biting my mother's breast with his teeth. After biting a few times, he bit my mother's nipple hard and pulled it upwards. My mother's eyes rolled back in pain. When the migrant worker let go, I saw that my mother's nipple had started to bleed. Another migrant worker rubbed my mother's breast and smeared the blood that had seeped from the nipple onto the breast covered with teeth marks. This migrant worker was stunned for a moment, then bent down and licked the blood off my mother's breast.

Perhaps the blood from earlier had aroused the migrant workers, and the brutal gang rape of my mother began. One of the workers, who hadn't come last time, spat on his hand and smeared it on his ping-pong ball-sized glans. The dirt and urine residue on his glans mixed with the saliva looked extremely disgusting, and the stench almost made me vomit. Then, this worker knelt on the bed and forcefully spread my mother's legs apart. He held my wrist-thick penis and rubbed it against my mother's vagina a few times, then aimed it at my mother's vaginal opening. Under my mother's terrified gaze, he forcefully thrust his penis inside. Immediately, a large bulge appeared on my mother's flat abdomen. My mother convulsed in pain, while the worker trembled with pleasure.

"Don't just ejaculate like that."

"Ahhh, fuck! It feels so good, this cunt is really short, the uterus is completely inside my cock! And it's even trembling, fuck! Er Gouzi, this woman is much more comfortable to fuck than your wife! Ahhh!" Then the migrant worker ignored my mother's pain, put his hands on my mother's waist and started fucking her hard, my mother's lower abdomen bulged with the migrant worker's powerful thrusts.

"Fuck your mother!" Er Gouzi seemed to understand something and was about to hit the migrant worker who was raping my mother, but was grabbed by other people.

"Damn, it's not Lao Du's fault, your wife's always been horny, you just don't know! Having a woman like this to let you fuck her however you want today is a blessing you've accumulated over eight lifetimes, have some fun today, we'll talk about it when we get back." "I'll fuck you to death, I'll fuck you to death... I can't take it anymore, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, ahhh!" After being stopped by the other migrant workers' chatter, the migrant worker raping my mother also lost control under the immense pleasure. He fucked my mother hard a few times, then collapsed on top of her, his arms wrapped around her, his glans pressing hard against her uterus. Then his huge scrotum contracted forcefully a dozen times, shooting his filthy semen through his urethral opening, exploding inside my mother's delicate uterus. The migrant worker held my mother, ejaculating a dozen times, for a full minute.

After ejaculating into my mother's uterus, the migrant worker straightened up. My mother, panting heavily, opened her eyes with trembling hands, and was horrified to see that her lower abdomen had swelled several times larger. She realized that the migrant worker had ejaculated his pent-up semen into her uterus. Then, the migrant worker slowly pulled out his enormous penis, and my mother's lower abdomen gradually flattened. As the glans left my mother's vaginal opening, it made a "pop" sound, and then a large amount of milky white semen mixed with a small amount of dark brown mud and streaks of blood flowed out of her vagina.

"Er Gouzi, I was wrong. Calm down. Come on, let me vent my anger." The migrant worker who had just raped my mother gave up the position of my mother's lower body. Er Gouzi, who was at least 1.9 meters tall, was panting heavily. His eyes were bloodshot as he knelt on the bed, lifted my mother's legs, and forcefully thrust his 20-centimeter-long penis into my mother's vagina. Because of the previous migrant worker's semen as lubrication, Er Gouzi's penis moved rapidly in and out of my mother's lower body, venting his anger on my mother's tender vagina and uterus. His large penis was like a stick stabbing into my mother's vagina, and the glans, which was like a small fist, was hitting my mother's uterus hard, making my mother's lower abdomen rise again and again. Er Gouzi looked at my mother as if she were an enemy, as if he wanted to stab my mother to death with his large penis. He bent over and pressed the legs he was carrying on his shoulders onto my mother's shoulders, and then used his teeth to bite my mother's breasts and nipples desperately. As an overwhelming wave of pleasure washed over him, Er Gouzi unleashed his boundless rage against his wife and friends into my mother's womb, the pent-up emotions flowing from her vagina. My mother convulsed, her eyes lifeless, staring at the ceiling, her face ashen.

"Can I fuck her ass first, then her cunt?" After Er Gouzi got up, the next migrant worker grabbed his spot, hesitating for a moment.

"Fuck my ass, we didn't bring any condoms today, you'll make this woman's cunt all filthy, how are we supposed to fuck her then?"

"Fuck her mouth, okay?"

"If you're not afraid of getting bitten off, then fuck her, this is the wife of a rich man being gang-raped, she's not a prostitute." The migrant worker shrank back in fear, then pounced on my mother's naked body and began to rape her, his hands kneading her battered breasts, thrusting forcefully into her vagina. My mother's painful spasms did not awaken any pity in the migrant worker. He only saw his penis, like a pile driver, constantly increasing its frequency, violently thrusting into my mother's vagina. His dirty penis ravaged every inch of her tender skin and assaulted her uterus. "Ahhh, this is what a rich man's woman is like. It feels so fucking good. What good is being rich? She's still being fucked by me. Ahhhh, so good, I'm cumming..." For the next while, these twenty migrant workers were frantically gang-raping my mother on my parents' bed. Because they didn't have to pay by the number of ejaculations like they did with prostitutes, these migrant workers, who had been holding back for so long, would just shove their penises into my mother's vagina and start thrusting vigorously. When the pleasure came, they would desperately ejaculate into my mother's uterus. Since she wasn't their own wife, they weren't worried about her getting pregnant. In fact, they even thought it would be better if they could get my mother pregnant. These migrant workers didn't treat my mother like a human being at all. In their eyes, she was just a tool for them to vent their sexual desires. Each time, they would forcefully thrust their dirty, thick penises into my mother's vagina, the huge glans forcing open the vaginal opening and cervix, wildly pounding inside. The tender flesh of my mother's vaginal and uterine walls became red, swollen, and congested due to the increased friction from the filthy penises, and was pulled out with each penetration. Each thrust brought out foul-smelling semen, filthy black grime from the penises, and even shocking amounts of blood.

These migrant workers, like animals, were tireless. After gang-raping my mother twice, her uterus was full of foul-smelling semen. My mother lay supine on the bed, her belly looking like she was six or seven months pregnant. These migrant workers pressed hard on my mother's stomach, and then a large amount of semen mixed with blood flowed out. By this time, the black grime was no longer visible; the semen inside my mother's uterus and vagina had washed over the penises of these migrant workers. After emptying my mother's uterus of semen, these migrant workers gave her no time to catch her breath, continuing to vent their lust on her body. My mother's cervix was completely battered and bruised from the repeated rubbing of the filthy smegma from the twenty migrant workers' penises during the first two rounds of gang rape, causing swelling, congestion, and even rupture and bleeding. Yet, these migrant workers continued their inhuman gang rape, their enormous penises forcefully penetrating my mother's already battered cervix, thrusting into her nearly mangled cervix. My mother's uterus, swollen and congested, with some areas scratched by filth, tightly enveloped the migrant workers' enormous glans. The immense pleasure drove these workers to ravage my mother's tender vagina and uterus like wild beasts, their thick penises relentlessly thrusting into her. The intense pain within her uterus caused it to spasm and convulse constantly, but the swollen walls completely enveloped the workers' massive glans. This spasm and convulsions only amplified the workers' pleasure, driving them to fuck my poor mother even more frantically. The more frantically they ravaged my mother's vagina and uterus, the more pain she endured, the more severe the spasms and convulsions became, and the more pleasurable and comfortable they felt, leading to even more frenzied abuse of my poor mother.

My mother repeatedly fainted from the pain of being fucked by these workers, only to be awakened again by the agony. Her uterus was repeatedly filled with semen and then brutally squeezed out. A snow-white body was being relentlessly manipulated within a group of dirty, dark-skinned bodies. The excruciating pleasure of my penis reaching heaven, the visual impact of my mother's beautiful face and voluptuous figure, and the humiliating pleasure stemming from the disparity in their social status made these migrant workers seem oblivious to hunger and fatigue, relentlessly ravaging my mother all day long. I could only sit slumped against the wall, watching my mother being gang-raped and humiliated by these beasts. Seeing my mother's convulsing body and the semen continuously flowing from her genitals, I was truly terrified.

Finally, the nightmare ended. After each migrant worker ejaculated inside my mother's uterus more than ten times, the group of workers left my house, satisfied. They took all the jewelry, cash, and bankbooks with them. My mother, whose skin was once fair, was now covered in bruises. Her two once full and fair breasts were now completely bluish-purple, one nipple bleeding from being bitten. Her lower abdomen was swollen like a six- or seven-month pregnant woman's, and foul-smelling semen and blood continued to flow from her vagina. There was no life in her eyes; her body was convulsing and trembling. I ran to her and hugged her, crying uncontrollably. Hearing my cries, she seemed to come back to life; her previously lifeless eyes were filled with tenderness and determination. She put one arm around my head and touched my swollen face with the other, saying, "Mommy is so happy that Jiangjiang protected Mommy. Jiangjiang, don't cry, Mommy is okay." Overwhelmed by guilt, I could only hug my mother tightly and cry even louder.

Chapter Three

After my mother was betrayed a second time by my ignorant self and gang-raped by the migrant workers downstairs for another night, I finally understood that I had really made a mistake. What I did had really hurt my mother deeply. My mother didn't know the truth and always thought she had accidentally forgotten to lock the door or forget to take the key out. But

I knew it was my mistake, and the guilt was extremely painful. I wanted to go to the migrant workers' shed to yell at those bad people, but I didn't dare. A few days later, I mustered up the courage to go to the shed, only to find that they had finished construction and left.

Because of sadness and guilt, I became sullen at school. After all, I was just a child, and my feelings were written all over my face. My primary school was a nine-year system, and the primary and junior high schools were in the same school. Because my family was rich, I befriended many of the "bosses" at school. I often gave them cigarettes and alcohol so that when someone bullied me, I could find someone to help me get revenge.

At that time, there was an older delinquent who was very close to me; we all called him Da Jun. He noticed that I was in a bad mood.

He asked me, "Young Master Jiang, what's wrong? You look so down. Who bullied you? My buddy got some guys to beat him up. I've got a godfather who owns several streets in the south of the city, and he even has a gun."

"My mom was bullied, and I got beaten up too..."

"Damn, who's so arrogant? Someone dares to mess with Boss Jiang's son? Your dad's so rich, he could easily hire a few guys to beat him to death! Who's got the guts?"

"The migrant workers downstairs from my house." I told Da Jun everything about how my mom was gang-raped and ravaged by a group of big-dicked migrant workers, how she was brutally gang-raped and ravaged all night, hoping he would find those migrant workers and avenge me. Of course, I didn't mention that I had betrayed my mom. At that moment, I could clearly feel Da Jun's breathing become rapid, and his eyes turned red, but I thought he was just as angry as I was.

"Your mother is such a stunning woman... what a waste! If I'd known it would be this easy... Alright, brother, I've got it covered. My godfather has about a hundred men under his command; we'll definitely find them. I'll bring some men to your house tonight to talk to your mother and find out what's going on. Don't tell your mother when you get home, or she'll be embarrassed. Just open the door for us when we get there."

"Thank you, Dajun. You're so kind. It wasn't for nothing that I bought you this. You absolutely have to bring your godfather tonight. You have to catch those migrant workers; I'm going to beat them up!" "Don't worry, I'll definitely bring a lot of people. Many hands make light work; we'll definitely find them." I was so happy. My mother had been crying for a week. Tonight, I wanted to cheer her up; someone was helping us. My mind was already racing after school; I was smiling throughout class.

Finally, school was over, and I flew home like a happy little bird. I ate dinner and did my homework. Around 7 p.m., the doorbell rang. My mom was doing laundry in the bathroom, so I went to open the door. I looked through the peephole and saw Dajun and his friends. Dajun was bowing and scraping to one of the bald guys, who looked like his godfather. He really had the air of a boss from TV. There were about twenty of them with him, all big, burly men who looked like they could fight. I thought to myself, "I've invited the right people," and opened the door.

After opening the door, Da Jun said to the bald man, "Godfather, his dad is President Jiang of the Xiguang Group. He's rich, and his mom is President Jiang's wife. She's a real beauty, incredibly pretty, with huge breasts. A lot of guys at our school want to sleep with her, but her dad's too rich, so nobody dares to touch her. Unexpectedly, a group of migrant workers got to gang-rape her first. This afternoon, Big Black found some of the migrant workers who had slept with his mom. They said her pussy is really short, big enough to go all the way into her uterus, and it feels amazing."

"Oh? That's amazing! You'd better have a good time later and see if it's as comfortable as your mom. I brought all the guys with the longest dicks this time, but President Jiang is a problem." "I heard he said his dad won't be back for another six months."

"What are we waiting for? Let's go in!"

I opened the door and ran to the bathroom. "Mom, I've got people to catch the bad guys." My mom came out of the bathroom. Because it was summer, she was wearing very little at home, and her 36D snow-white breasts were faintly visible. Plus, she was scared pale by the group of people in the living room. She looked pitiful. The bald boss was obviously aroused. "This body is so hot. Strip her and I'll fuck her first." Immediately, five or six big men grabbed my mom. My mom struggled desperately, but the men who came with the bald boss were all over 1.8 meters tall, with broad shoulders and thick waists. In a few moments, they stripped my mom naked and pressed her onto the coffee table. I shouted to Da Jun, "Aren't you supposed to catch the bad guys for me?"

"I'll catch them after I'm done with my godfather."

"Stop talking nonsense. I'll tie him up so he can't run away." I was tied up and thrown into the corner.

The bald man kissed my mother's breasts a few times, then stripped naked, revealing his over 20-centimeter-long penis. Under my mother's terrified gaze, he aimed at her vagina and thrust it in forcefully. My mother's lower abdomen instantly bulged, and she let out a miserable scream, while the bald man let out a groan of pleasure.

"Damn, it really goes right into the uterus, it feels so fucking good, I'll fuck you, fuck you, fuck you to death..." The bald man fucked my mother hard for about 5 minutes, then suddenly hugged her body tightly, his lower body trembled, and he ejaculated a large amount of hot semen into my mother's uterus. "Damn, that's really comfortable. You guys have a good time too. Such a beauty, and her pussy feels amazing. You won't find another like her." After that, the group of thugs stripped naked and began gang-raping my mother one after another. These big men all had 20-centimeter-long penises, and each of them could insert their glans into my mother's uterus. Their glans brutally pierced through my mother's cervix, thrusting wildly and wantonly pounding against my mother's uterine wall. Ignoring my mother's struggles and cries, they ejaculated their filthy semen into my mother's convulsing uterus.

One of the thugs had been waiting for more than a dozen men without getting his turn, so he put his penis in my mother's mouth. My mother gritted her teeth and tried to bite his penis off, but because of the long and cruel gang rape by these thugs, she was already weak and convulsing all over. She didn't have much strength left in her mouth. As soon as the thug realized my mother's intention, he quickly pulled out his penis and slapped my mother hard across the face.

He was roughly squeezing my mother's ample breasts while cursing, "You bitch, you dare bite me? I'll fuck you to death!"

My mother was powerless to resist or even shout, she could only glare at him. After I saw him hit my mother, I mustered my courage and shouted, "You're all bad people! When my dad comes back, he'll get the police to arrest you all!" "You little bastard! You've really got some nerve!" He then grabbed my collar and slapped me several times. My mother hoarsely cried out, "Don't hit him! I'll die for you!"

At this moment, the bald man who had been sitting on the sofa for a while said, "President Jiang has been on the run for so many years. If he really wanted to fight to the death, it would be troublesome for me, but..." The bald man took out a dagger and played with it, saying, "It's easy for you to die, but your son will definitely regret living. You'd better behave yourself. My brothers will have a good time, you won't lose a piece of flesh, and your son will be safe..."

After hearing this, Mom just stared at the ceiling, tears streaming down her face. The thug who had tried to rape her mouth earlier had yelled, "You never learn! You really don't want that thing anymore? Next one for you to fuck, this woman's cunt feels much better than her mouth."

Just then, the thug who was raping Mom ejaculated after a series of powerful thrusts, making room for her. The thug who had been bitten earlier then shoved his penis into Mom's vagina and began to fuck her wildly. "You bitch, you dared to bite me, I'll fuck you to death! Fuck you to death! It feels so fucking good, ahhhhhhh!" His

penis thrust incredibly fast and powerfully inside Mom's vagina, as if his genitals weren't a penis but a dagger, trying to stab her to death. A few minutes later, the thug also ejaculated, stimulated by the intense pleasure from Mom's short vagina and her hot, constantly spasming uterus.

Later, Dajun also took the opportunity to fuck my mother, but his penis wasn't big enough to penetrate her uterus. My mother's uterus and vagina were already so painful from the intense gang rape by more than a dozen men that she was almost numb. Under his stimulation, she didn't feel anything at all, just taking a breather. Even her body spasms weren't as severe. "She's just tighter than most women, and it's not as pleasurable as you guys say. My mother's vagina is about the same as hers, just not as good. Damn, those breasts are so big, so soft, so good."

"Hahaha, you're still young, you don't understand this kind of enjoyment. When you grow up, you'll know how good this kind of pussy is. Okay, just this once, just a taste. Young people should be more restrained, or they won't grow up." After that, this group of beasts kept frantically raping my mother, inserting their big cocks into her pussy and violently fucking her until they ejaculated. Immediately afterward, another would take over. My mother had long lost the ability to resist, and could only endure the unbearable humiliation and pain for a woman with tears in her eyes. She would faint from the pain again and again, and wake up again and again from the pain. I also watched my mother suffer with tears in my eyes, hoping that this hellish gang rape and ravaging would end soon.

Except for Dajun, these beasts all inserted their penises into my mother's uterus and ejaculated. So after fucking my mother three times, my mother's belly swelled up like she was pregnant. "It's shooting in but not flowing out!" "It's all inside the uterus, how can it flow out? Damn, this is my first time fucking a cunt like this, shooting into the uterus feels so fucking good!"

"Lift her up and see if it flows out." Mom had already lost consciousness from being fucked, letting them do as they pleased. After being lifted up, her swollen belly obviously sagged downwards. Mom's eyebrows were painfully tangled together, but she still didn't wake up. No semen flowed out of her vagina. One of the thugs pried open my mom's vaginal opening and looked inside. "Damn, we can even see the cervix. Will the uterus fall out?" "Damn, how could it fall out?" At this moment, Da Jun came over and said that he had to try this time. Then he aimed his penis at my mom's vagina and thrust it in hard. That's how he fucked into the uterus. Da Jun trembled with pleasure. "Damn, this feels so fucking good, it feels like there's another cunt inside! So good!" Then he started fucking. Under the stimulation of the huge pleasure, Da Jun ejaculated after only a few thrusts.

When he pulled his penis out, the semen in my mother's uterus gushed out like diarrhea mixed with blood. The two thugs holding my mother were startled and involuntarily let go. My mother collapsed onto the semen mixed with blood streaks.

"Alright, let's go. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Don't kill her!" These beasts finally finished ravaging my mother. Before leaving, they untied the ropes binding me and said to me, "Little brat, don't talk nonsense outside, or we'll kill your mother." I was already too scared to speak, so I quickly nodded obediently.

Although this cruel gang rape of my mother had ended, her ordeal had only just begun. From then on, my mother became a tool for Baldy and his men to vent their lust, an absolute semen toilet.

Almost every weekend when my mother was resting, a group of bald men would come to our house and gang rape her. Sometimes the bald men would come too. No matter how much my mother cried, screamed, or begged for mercy, these beasts showed no mercy. They would lewdly strip my mother naked and take turns enjoying her beautiful body, ejaculating their semen into her uterus.

Every weekend, my mother's vagina and uterus were never dry with semen, nor were her tears. In just one month, all of the bald men's more than one hundred men who could get an erection had fucked my mother, some even multiple times. These beasts never used condoms and always ejaculated directly into my mother's body. Unsurprisingly, my mother became pregnant.

At first, Mom's menstrual cycle was a bit irregular. She thought it was an adverse reaction caused by the abuse these bastards had caused. Because some of these thugs with large penises often ejaculated directly into her uterus, she initially thought her growing belly was just due to excess semen remaining in her uterus. It wasn't until her belly grew larger that she realized she was pregnant, but by then it was too late for an abortion. Furthermore, abusing a pregnant woman satisfied these beasts' perverted sexual desires, so Mom continued to have a large belly.

As she became pregnant, Mom's skin became even whiter, and her breasts grew from 36D to 36E. Naturally, her large breasts became their primary target for abuse, often covered in teeth marks, scratches, and bruises. When Mom was seven months pregnant, Dad sent a message from abroad saying he would be returning to China for a week.

Some of the thugs became nervous because Dad had been a successful salesman in the past, with many connections and a thriving business. If Dad lost his temper and fought these thugs to the death, they would also be in trouble.

Some thugs were very arrogant, saying they would kill my mother and me, and then my father. But the bald man understood the stakes and was unwilling to make an enemy of us. My mother, for my safety, compromised and didn't tell my

father about these things. However, my mother was already seven months pregnant, and the pregnancy was very obvious. The hospital was afraid of complications because the pregnancy was too far along and refused to perform an abortion. So these inhuman beasts decided to gang rape my mother day and night to induce a miscarriage. My mother then endured three nights of nightmares, being held down on the bed and raped by these thugs for three days and two nights. Their semen was squeezed out of my mother's vagina and could fill several buckets. My mother miscarried in immense pain.

After the fetus was gone, the hospital dared to take over. After performing a D&C on my mother, they mistook the thug who brought my mother to the hospital for my father and instructed her to rest in bed for the next three months and not to have sex. But these beasts didn't care about my mother's life or death. On the very night of the D&C surgery, more than twenty thugs came to our house. "Oh, the beautiful lady is lying in bed unable to move!"

"She probably misses us and is waiting for us."

"Please, please let me go. I just had a D&C today, and the doctor said I can't have sex for three months." "You shameless bitch, don't push your luck. I can fuck you whenever I want. It's not like I'm the one who had the surgery."

"Yeah, I'm really pent up today, so I just want to fuck a woman to vent." "Oh, she's crying. The more she cries, the prettier she looks. Your husband is so lucky to have a wife like you. That face, that figure..." "Hmph

, so what if she's rich? She's still being fucked by us every day. Even the girls who do foot massages aren't filled with semen by a bunch of guys every day. Hmph, she's just a whore who's been ridden by thousands. She's dirtier than a whore and she's still pretending to be innocent." Then they stripped the mother, who was lying in bed unable to move due to the pain, naked and cruelly gang-raped her for an entire night. The mother cried miserably all night. Dad will be returning to China in a few days, and Mom's torment will finally be over. Mom, unusually, spent a week resting in bed.

Dad finally arrived home, and Mom, due to her health, didn't go to pick him up. When Dad got home and saw Mom's pale face, he hugged her tightly, his heart aching. "Xiaoxue, why are you sick? You didn't tell me! Did you go to the hospital?

What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I've been working too much overtime lately, I'll be fine after a few days of rest. I've already taken leave." "Honey, why are you working so hard? It's not like I can't support you. I understand you didn't want to work a quiet job, but why are you pushing yourself so hard!"

"Honey, you work so hard for this family, I can't just eat and do nothing. Don't be angry, honey. I've taken time off to be with you. How long will you be home?"

"I can rest for more than a week, spending time with you and Jiangjiang."

...

Dad hadn't seen Mom for almost a year. He hugged her tightly, unwilling to let go. After dinner, they lay down on the bed. After some foreplay, Dad mounted Mom and rode her body. After a pleasurable release, he noticed Mom was sweating profusely, trembling, and tears streaming down her face. He quickly pulled her into his arms.

"Xiaoxue, what's wrong? Was I too rough and hurt you?" "No, honey, it's my fault. I had surgery for uterine fibroids a few days ago." Mom could only lie to Dad.

"Silly girl, why didn't you tell me? Is it still painful? Didn't the doctor tell you that you can't have sex after this surgery?"

"Yes, but honey, I miss you, sob sob sob..."

"Baby, it's my fault. I'll spend these few days with you, but for your health, we can't sleep together. I'll be back for the New Year. You take good care of yourself. We have a long life ahead of us, okay?" For the next week, Dad took Mom and me to eat lots of delicious food and even took me to the amusement park, but Mom couldn't go because of her health. Dad and I played all day. After Dad dropped me off downstairs, he left because he had a dinner party that evening, telling Mom he had to stay out. But as soon as I reached the door of the building, someone stopped me.

"Why did your dad let you come back by yourself? He drove off. When is he coming back?" "He went to dinner with Uncle Yang and the others. He'll be back tomorrow." At that time, I hadn't learned to lie yet. Then he left, and I went upstairs by myself. Seeing Mom's smile, which I hadn't seen in a long time, made me really happy. I hoped Dad would never leave. After dinner with Mom, we were watching a movie on the sofa when the door opened. I was surprised to see Dad home so early.

But when we looked towards the door, we saw a group of people we didn't want to see.

"Little beauty, we've missed you so much! Your husband's not home tonight, are you lonely? We'll keep you company, hahaha..." With that, the group stripped Mom naked and forced her onto the sofa.

"Please, my husband's been home these past few days, he'll find out. And my injury hasn't healed yet!" "You're just here to be fucked by us, I don't care about your injury. Brothers, go easy on her, don't bite or pinch, just fuck her." Then, these thugs began to gang rape Mom again.

Mom, whom Dad cherished and whom he wouldn't even touch, was cruelly gang-raped without any mercy by these thugs, their ravaged vagina and uterus used to vent the pent-up desires of these thugs.

It wasn't until 4 a.m. the next morning, when these beasts had had their fill, that they left satisfied. Afraid that Dad would notice, Mom quickly took a shower and then collapsed onto the bed, falling asleep. When Dad came home and saw Mom lying on the bed with tears streaming down her face, he quickly lay down to hug her, but Mom suddenly woke up, shouting, "Don't come near me!" After recognizing Dad, she threw herself into his arms and cried again.

"Baby, it's my fault. I had a company engagement, I couldn't get away." "Why did you take so long to come back? Waaah..."

"I'm back now, you missed me so soon, hahaha." Poor Dad didn't know that his beloved woman, the mother he couldn't bear to touch, his darling, was being used as a tool for other men to vent their lust, repeatedly violated and humiliated.

For the next few days, Dad didn't leave the house, staying with Mom and me. But happy times are always short-lived; Dad went to America again. When Mom saw Dad off, she cried so hard she could barely stand. Dad only thought his beautiful and sexy wife loved him deeply, unaware of the cruel truth hidden behind her tears.

The night Dad left, these beasts came to our house again. Ignoring Mom's injuries from the miscarriage and D&C, they gang-raped her again all night. But unlike last time, this time they didn't need to worry about Dad finding out and restrain themselves; instead, they ravaged Mom even more frantically.

Mom seemed resigned to her fate, even ceasing to resist. Her face was expressionless, her eyes vacant, only showing a glimmer of light when her gaze met mine. These beasts seemed to want to make up for the regret of not being able to fuck Mom these past few days. Each of them, like wild animals, frantically raped her, ejaculating repeatedly into her uterus and vagina.

Her body also suffered abuse, especially her two full 36E breasts, which were covered in bruises and teeth marks. Her once snow-white breasts were no longer visible, especially her nipples. Because Mom had been pregnant before, her nipples already had milk, and they sucked on them vigorously.

Although my mother's breasts were large, they couldn't withstand the frenzied sucking of more than twenty men. After six or seven men, they couldn't get any milk. Those who couldn't get any milk then bit my mother's nipples hard with their teeth, as if trying to bite them off.

The frenzied ravaging continued until all twenty-odd thugs had ejaculated and their legs were trembling before they finally left my mother, this exquisite semen toilet they were so reluctant to part with. For the next month or so, my mother did indeed lie in bed as the doctor had advised, but instead of resting, she was gang-raped by a group of thugs.

My mother had completely become the semen toilet of the hooligans in the south of the city, forced to use her warm womb to receive their semen every day. This life of being used as a semen toilet for others to vent their desires continued for another month. Just when my mother was about to despair, the central government sent people to investigate and found that the mayor was involved in organized crime. The bald man's power was also uprooted with the new mayor's appointment, and my mother was finally rescued from that life.

Chapter Four

After a crackdown on organized crime in our hometown, my mother was freed from the life of being forced to be a sex slave for the thugs in the south of the city. She didn't tell my father anything, and neither did I. My father always thought she was happy.

Until the year I was in my final year of junior high, my father returned home at the end of the year and spent a whole month with my mother. Finally, during the Lunar New Year, there was good news—I was going to be a big brother! My father was overjoyed and arranged all his work to stay home with my mother. He had been too busy with his career to take care of her, and decided to wait until after she gave birth before starting to work again.

The two of them showed off their affection at home. My mother was already sexy and beautiful; even with her clothes covering her breasts, they still aroused the men around her. Now, with her pregnancy, she possessed an added, unique beauty. Wherever my father took my beautiful mother, they attracted a lot of attention, greatly satisfying his vanity.

When my mother was four months pregnant, my father suddenly decided to take my mother and me on a trip abroad. First to Japan, then Southeast Asia, then to a friend's house in Germany, and finally to the United States. Because I still had exams, my mom quit her job and went to Japan with my dad for a while. After my middle school entrance exams, the whole family went to Malaysia. In the hot weather, we all dressed very lightly, and my mom's clothes were especially alluring, her two white breasts practically spilling out. The skinny guys in Southeast Asia were practically blinded by her gaze.

We rented a house in the area, and ever since my parents started showing affection in front of the door, many people have been going out of their way to see my mom. After we moved in, the alley in front of our house almost became a main street. The locals also dressed lightly, and when they passed by our house, they were practically twitching their genitals. But those eyes that seemed to want to devour my mom... I felt like I'd seen them somewhere before. The scenery in Southeast Asia was indeed beautiful, especially the fruit, which was incredibly delicious. We had a great time.

But the good times didn't last long. Dad suddenly received a phone call where he was arguing fiercely with someone. He stayed in his room for over an hour, and when he came out, he told Mom, "Xiaoxue, I have to go back to America to take care of some things. You and Jiangjiang can play for a few days and then come back to China."

"Honey, let's go to America together!"

"Don't come with me. Something happened over there, and I'm afraid you'll get into trouble if you go. Be good, baby, have fun."

"Okay... Honey, you should come back to China soon. If you're having a hard time working out there, come back home to develop your career." Dad packed his things and left the next day. Mom, with red eyes, saw Dad off in a taxi and booked a flight for two days later, planning to return to China. The task of accompanying Mom for a walk fell to me. That evening, after taking a stroll around the neighborhood with Mom

, we were about to go back inside when an arm reached in and blocked the door. Before I could react, a group of local men filed into my house. I tried to stop them, but they kicked me aside. They found my mother inside. Although they were all short, they were men, all lean and muscular. More importantly, there were too many of them—at least 30. My mother screamed and struggled, but they still lifted her onto the bed and stripped her naked. Mom could only desperately try to protect her stomach with her hands, but how could she possibly protect it?

Several hands pulled my mother's arms apart, and more hands began to ravage her large, white breasts. Soon, her breasts were covered in bruises and scratches. Some even stuck their heads in and bit her nipples hard, showing no mercy; her nipples were bitten until they bled.

Then, a local man stood by the bed, lifted my mother's legs, and thrust his penis into her vagina. These Southeast Asian natives had never fucked such a beautiful young Chinese woman before. They quickly ejaculated inside my mother, and after ejaculating, they said something I couldn't understand with a look of pleasure. The other natives then began to cruelly gang rape my mother.

My mother's fair skin, full breasts, and beautiful face, her semen-filled vulva, stimulated these Malaysian natives like a raging beast, obliterating their last shred of humanity. Ignoring my mother's cries and pleas for mercy, each man's penis thrust forcefully into my mother's vagina like a pile driver, then he ejaculated forcefully.

Fortunately, these indigenous men's penises weren't very large, so their semen didn't directly enter my mother's uterus. As the gang rape continued, most of the semen mixed with blood flowed out, forming a puddle by the bed.

The visual and identity stimulation from gang-raping my fair-skinned, beautiful, large-breasted, and tender-pupiled mother, along with the immense pleasure from the unrestrained, rapid thrusting of their penises inside her, meant that each Malaysian indigenous man couldn't last more than three minutes before ejaculating inside her. However, there were simply too many men, and for some reason, they had incredible stamina. They gang-raped my mother all night, each ejaculating several times inside her, until the next morning.

Only then did these indigenous men reluctantly leave my mother, this pitiful woman they couldn't resist, their legs trembling from ejaculation, and they left our house. Fearing things would escalate, Mom didn't dare call the police or contact the embassy. She could only pack her bags and leave as quickly as possible, finding a hotel at the airport to wait for home.

Mom cried all the way home, not daring to call Dad. She only breathed a sigh of relief after a prenatal checkup in her hometown showed no problems. Perhaps because the penises of Malay natives are relatively shorter than those of Chinese men, Mom's narrow vagina prevented harm to the fetus.

Dad became increasingly busy, rarely calling home. From Mom's conversations with relatives, it seemed that Dad's company's products had infringed on the interests of a certain industry in the US, and many American and Chinese companies were conspiring to bring down his company.

As Mom's belly grew bigger each day, Dad's business battles in the US intensified. Mom worried about him daily, urging him to return to China every time she called. However, perhaps for a better life for us, or perhaps to prove a point, Dad refused to return, later telling us on the phone to be careful.

By six months pregnant, Mom's pregnancy was very noticeable; although her breasts were very large, her waist wasn't thick. Around this time, Mom rarely went downstairs anymore, and I learned to buy groceries and cook. My aunt wanted to come and take care of Mom, but Mom refused. My middle school entrance exam holiday wasn't over yet, so it was a good opportunity to take care of Mom. Mom said she could wait until I was eight months pregnant before taking care of her.

One evening, a van stopped next to me on my way home, and several people got out and stopped me. "Is Jiang Guodong your father?"

"No, you've got the wrong person." Having gone through so much hardship with Mom, I had grown a lot, and I casually told a little lie.

"Are you called Jiang Xiaoguang?"

"No, I already said you've got the wrong person."

"It must be him, his name is on his name tag." Damn it, my school name tag gave me away. Then I was pulled closer to the van next to me.

"Take us into your house."

"Dream on!" Images of Mom being humiliated in the past suddenly flashed through my mind.

"Slap!"

"Take us into your house."

"Dream on!"

"Slap!"

"Take us into your house!"

"No!"

"Slap!"

"Take us into your house!!"

"No!"

...Soon I felt my face had been slapped raw.

"This little brat's got some guts."

"Like his dad."

"Search him, he might have the key."

I struggled desperately after hearing that, but they still gagged me and found the key in my pocket. At that moment, I felt so desperate that every hair on my body stood on end.

"Damn it, Jiang Guodong, that bastard, dared to cut off my livelihood! Hmph, let's see what he's got to say then!" "But his wife is really beautiful." "

That woman is a real beauty, over thirty and still so beautiful, especially her figure, those two headlights on her chest, you could sink your head into them."

"Mature women like that are so much more enjoyable than younger women."

"That bastard has enjoyed himself for over ten years, it's our turn to enjoy it, hahaha..." "By the way, I heard his mother was captured by a gang in this city a few years ago and they fucked her every day." "Really? No wonder her breasts are so big, so many people rub them every day, of course they'd be big. But is her vagina loose?" "It

's really not loose. I know a thug who fucked her before, and he said her vagina is tight and short, you can even fuck her into her uterus, it's incredibly pleasurable."

"That makes me want to try it now."

"But I heard this woman is pretty fierce. Even after all that, no one dared to fuck her mouth for fear of being bitten. She never gave in and always resisted. It was quite a struggle for one person to fuck her; it took more than a dozen people to fuck her together."

"We're going to have a good time later."

I struggled desperately as I listened to these words, but I couldn't stop the van from driving towards my house. It was already dark when we arrived at my building. Four more people got out of another car, making about ten people including those in our van.

"How did you get beaten up like this? How are you going to take us in?"

"It's okay, I found the key."

"You brat, you thought you couldn't get into your house without us? You'll see how we 'love' your beautiful mother later, hahaha..." I struggled desperately but they still dragged me upstairs. I tried to shout for my mother to hide, but my mouth was tightly sealed. With each step towards my door, my heart sank. As they used the key to open my door layer by layer, an indescribable pain shot through my chest.

The door opened, and I was pushed into the living room. My mother, who had been lying on the maternity sofa, saw me, bruised and battered with duct tape over my mouth, along with the ten men who had entered. She slowly stood up.

"Who are you? Why did you hit my son? I can give you money, but get out of here right now!" "Ms. Li, you really have a bad memory. We met at the party. That's right, how could we, from small companies, possibly catch your eye? But your husband went too far this time, leaving us no way out." "

Go talk to him about business matters. What kind of person bullies a widow and her son like this!" "President Jiang is too tough. We think you, Ms. Li, should be a little 'softer.' Go ahead, what are you waiting for?" Then my mother was forced onto the coffee table and stripped naked in a few moments. The men's eyes gleamed as they grabbed, licked, and bit my mother's body, especially her two full breasts. "These breasts are so white, how did they grow so big?"

"They couldn't be this big without hundreds of people touching them, the nipples are all black, damn, there's still milk! Don't grab them, you suck the right one."

"Please, I'll make my husband quit, please let me go, I'm pregnant, please." My mother cried and struggled.

"Hahaha, you say let us go and we'll let you go, but Jiang Guodong, that bastard, will let us go? The bigger the belly, the more fun it is to fuck, once we've fucked you good, your husband will naturally come back, hahaha." Saying this, he spread my mother's legs and began to rape her.

"These breasts, ah damn, so good, so tight, beautiful woman, cry harder, the more you cry, the more fun it is for me to fuck you, ahhh..." Then his big cock pounded wildly in my mother's cunt, and then he ejaculated inside her vagina.

"Stop threatening Jiang Guodong, let's have some fun for a couple of days. This bitch is so hot to fuck!" "So good? I'll have some fun too. A couple of days is fine, our company is already losing a lot, so a couple of days won't matter. Ahhh, so comfortable, let's have some fun for a couple of days, I'm fucking fucking fucking... Ahhh, I can't take it anymore, I'm cumming!" "

My turn..."

...

My mother's pleas and struggles only resulted in more brutal gang rape by these beasts. Desperate tears and the semen and blood flowing to the ground witnessed the repeated rapes. I was tied up and thrown in the corner, watching my mother being raped and ravaged by these beasts, listening to my mother's cries and screams and the loud, lewd laughter of these beasts. My heart ached so much I could hardly breathe.

Fortunately, my mother's vagina had stretched a little during her pregnancy and it wasn't the last three months of pregnancy, otherwise the baby might have already been miscarried. For two whole days, these beasts did nothing but eat, sleep, and abuse my mother in my house. Then, on the third night, while they were gang-raping her, they called my father.

"Xiaoxue, what's wrong?"

"Oh, oh, oh… Xiaoxue, Mr. Jiang and his wife seem quite affectionate. Well, who wouldn't love such a beauty? We brothers are madly in love too."

My father's voice trembled on the speakerphone. "Who are you! How dare you have my wife's phone! Where is she! What have you done to her!"

"Haha, Mr. Jiang, you can't even recognize my voice? Didn't you say we were making dirty money a couple of months ago? You've already forgotten… As for your wife, we brothers should know she's quite beautiful…" He then handed the phone to my mother.

"Ah! Don't bite, it hurts! Please, please stop bullying me! Ahh... be gentle! Don't go so fast, it hurts! Ahh... get out, get out! Please! Don't ejaculate inside! Waaah... waaah... why... why do you still ejaculate inside... no! It's too big! Let me rest! Ahhh... it hurts!

Waaah, be gentle, ahhh..."

The mother's screams, accompanied by the sounds of them raping her, came through the phone.

"Xiaoxue, what happened? Xiaoxue, what did they do to you!" The father's incredulous voice came through the phone.

"Husband, it hurts so much! I'm so sorry, husband! Waaaaah, I didn't protect myself and Jiang Jiang properly, ahh, it hurts so much! Get out! Don't ejaculate inside!"

"Mr. Jiang, don't you have any idea what your wife looks like? What can ten of us men do in your house? But your wife's breasts are really big, big, white, and soft. Oh no, they're not white anymore, just blood and bruises. And there's even milk! Mr. Jiang, have you ever tasted your wife's milk? It's quite sweet." "You...beast!"

"By the way, especially her pussy! Your wife's pussy is so comfortable, so tight, and it even jiggles. Mr. Jiang is so lucky! But we also want to pamper Mrs. Jiang, you don't mind, do you? You've been enjoying yourself for over ten years, and we've only had two or three days of pleasure. But these ten brothers of ours haven't been idle for a moment; we've been pampering your wife these past two or three days. My legs are weak from ejaculating."

"Ah! I'm going to kill you all, you beasts!"

"Don't be impulsive! Mr. Jiang, your wife and son are in my hands, don't blame us for being ruthless! Our business dealings, hehe, you handle it." He hung up, took pictures of my bruised and swollen face and my mother's ravaged breasts covered in bruises, her body covered in semen, a thick, black penis still thrusting inside her, and sent them to my father.

A while later, my father called, "What do you want! Let them go! I'll do whatever you say!"

"Stop all business activities of your company in the United States! You come back to China immediately, we'll talk face-to-face, and I'll return them to you then."

"I'm not the boss! I'm just a sales director!"

"I only want results." Then he hung up.

"Hehe, two more days of fun!"

My mother convulsed, her bloodshot eyes filled with tears, staring helplessly at the ceiling. These beasts continued to rape my mother. My heart was breaking.

...

After another night of gang rape, their phones rang.

"What? A plane crash? Holy crap! People can't die! Do you know who did it? A natural crash? If it wasn't us, that's fine! I'll go back and handle it! Guys, pack your clothes and let's go back! Stop fucking and get dressed." Mom heard their words, struggled to her feet, glared at them fiercely, her eyes filled with determination.

"President Jiang's matter really has nothing to do with us. If we wanted to do this, we wouldn't have kept him alive until now. Besides, you still have a son, don't be impulsive."

Mom looked at me, a glimmer of life appearing in her eyes, and came over to hug me, bursting into tears. After they left, she tore off the tape from my mouth.

"Thirsty..." My vision went black.

When I woke up again, Mom saw her red, swollen eyes. She was lying on her side on the bed, one hand supporting her stomach, the other holding my hand. I looked into Mom's eyes, tears streaming down my face.

Dad's funeral was held in the United States. They would get a cemetery there to bury his belongings, and after Mom gave birth and recovered, they would bring his ashes back to China for burial. After Dad's company made all the arrangements, they brought Mom over. She flew to the United States during her last days of life.

Many people attended the funeral—Dad's colleagues, friends, and even business rivals. There were no arguments, and the funeral proceeded smoothly.

Dad's former company CEO came to comfort us, saying, "Mrs. Jiang, please accept my condolences. Mr. Jiang was one of the company's most outstanding talents and a close friend of mine for many years. His contributions to the company's development are indelible. Please rest assured and live peacefully in the United States for the next few months. Your child will be born here. Mr. Jiang's assistant, Secretary Wang, will take care of you and your son. If you need anything financially, please contact him."

"Guodong left me plenty, enough for Jiangjiang and me. I want to rest now." "Xiao Wang, take Mrs. Jiang home."

"Yes, Mrs. Jiang, this way."

After Secretary Wang led my mother and me to my father's residence in the United States, my mother placed my father's portrait and ashes on a cabinet in the living room. My mother stared blankly at my father's portrait for a long time, but the funeral in the morning had exhausted her. After all, she was seven months pregnant. After setting up my father's portrait, she planned to rest, but Secretary Wang didn't leave. He hugged my mother from behind, and one of his hands reached inside her clothes to rub her breasts. My mother broke free and slapped Secretary Wang hard across the face.

"You scoundrel! Guodong was so good to you, I really misjudged you!" "Beautiful lady, but President Jiang is dead. Come with me, I'll protect you from now on." As he spoke, he reached for my mother's breasts again. I pushed him away and supported my mother, who was trembling with anger.

"Get out! Who needs your protection!"

"Do you really think death erases all hatred? Chinese companies are rooted in China. It's true that President Jiang won't do anything after he's dead. The attitude at today's funeral was indeed correct, but President Jiang blocked more than just the path to wealth for Chinese companies. Blocking someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents!"

"We still don't need you! We were truly blind!"

"Heh, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences! If you had come with me, I was going to help you, but it seems I should forget it. But it's okay, it's just a difference between sharing with others." Saying this, he opened the door to the house, and several foreigners entered, some black and some white, but mostly black, more than a dozen, generally over 1.9 meters tall, with arms thicker than my thighs.

"Who are they? What do you want!"

"A few bosses from the US and their bodyguards. They were really screwed over by your husband. As for what they want, of course, they want to take advantage of you!" Saying this, he came up to rip off my mother's clothes, and several black men followed.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Then a Black man kicked me in the chest. I hit the wall and fell to the ground, unable to get up from the pain. A Black man took a rope and tried to tie me up. My mother tried to help me, but several Black men grabbed her, pushed her onto the sofa, and stripped her naked. A dozen large Black hands roamed over my mother's fair body, especially her two full breasts, which were being vigorously kneaded, and milk was even squeezed out.

A sharp-eyed Black man immediately put his mouth to hers and sucked hard. My mother struggled desperately but could not break free from the restraint of several large hands. At this time, the White men had already taken off their clothes, and their penises, each over 25 centimeters long, were erect. One of the White men, covered in tattoos, disregarded the fact that my mother was seven months pregnant, grabbed my mother's thighs, and fiercely thrust his penis into my mother's vagina, all the way in!

"No! It's too big! It hurts! Ahhh, it's hitting the baby! Ahhh, it hurts so much!" The mother screamed in agony, but the white man showed no mercy and brutally fucked her. Her pregnant belly began to deform, and each time his penis was pulled out, blood flowed freely before he thrust it all the way in until he ejaculated!

The second white man didn't wait for the semen to flow out before immediately shoving his penis into the mother's vagina to continue raping her, then the third, the fourth... He violated the mother in front of the father's portrait and ashes. The mother's screams grew increasingly hoarse.

After several white men had ejaculated inside her, the mother's whole body convulsed violently, and large amounts of semen mixed with blood gushed wildly from her vagina. The mother seemed to sense something, and she clutched her stomach, crying like a wounded mother animal, calling out, "My child, my child!"

A terrible thing happened: a visibly formed fetus, enveloped in semen and blood, flowed out. The mother cried, clutching the fetus, while the foreigners around her pointed and laughed. I tried desperately to stand up, but I couldn't move. I wanted to curse, but the tightness in my chest prevented me from making a sound.

After the white people had finished, the black people began to stir. They cleaned up the stillborn fetus, throwing it into the trash can amidst my mother's desperate cries. Then, a black man with a penis as thick as my forearm and 30 centimeters long, disregarding the pain in my mother's vagina and uterus, forcefully thrust his fist-sized glans into her vaginal opening, plunging it all the way in!

Then he quickly pulled out and forcefully thrust it back in, the blood staining his penis red. The mother's belly rose and fell, looking like a fist punching outwards from inside her. The mother convulsed in pain, her screams becoming hoarse. Suddenly, the black man yelled, grabbed the mother's waist with both hands, and thrust his penis hard into her uterus. His large scrotum contracted forcefully, shooting a large amount of dirty semen into the mother's belly. When he pulled out, there was a "pop" sound as a lot of semen mixed with blood came out.

Then, another strong Black man took his place and began to violently rape my mother as well. He ejaculated shortly after. The Black men took turns raping my mother with their thick penises. My mother's fair body was tossed about like a small boat in a black storm. As soon as one Black man ejaculated after a vigorous fuck, another would immediately take his place. They didn't treat my mother as a human being, but as a semen toilet with full breasts, a tight vagina, and a soft uterus—a tool for their sexual gratification.

The inhuman gang rape caused my mother's belly to swell little by little from the semen, eventually becoming larger than when she was seven months pregnant. And I could only lie weakly on the ground, tears streaming down my face, watching my mother being gang-raped and ravaged, watching them ejaculate spurts of their filthy semen into her vagina and uterus, only to have it squeezed out by the next batch of semen, watching their semen frantically wash over her uterus, erasing the last traces my father had left on her body.

This group of black men gang-raped my mother all night. After she miscarried, they continued to violently rape her with their huge penises until she was unconscious. I begged them to let her go and to send someone to save her, but they were only concerned with raping her, using her irresistible body to satisfy their lust. Later, when they were raping her, it was like necrophilia. Only then did these beasts leave.

I was terrified to see my mother motionless. I crawled over and dialed the phone that had fallen to the ground to call an ambulance. When the hospital staff arrived, they were stunned. After untying me, they gave my mother some basic treatment and took her away for emergency treatment. My mother was in critical condition for eight hours before she was out of danger, but she remained unconscious. The old doctor who performed the surgery cursed it as an act of demonic behavior after the rescue and urged me to take them to court. But I knew that if my mother woke up, she would never want to set foot in this country that had brought her so much humiliation again.

My mother was in a deep coma. The doctor said her will to live was very weak and she might never wake up. I was terrified. I stayed by her side day and night, holding her hand and talking to her. I didn't dare leave her side for a moment, didn't dare go to the bathroom, didn't dare eat, and wouldn't even drink water if it weren't for survival. I hoped she would wake up, because she was all I had left.

Finally, my mother woke up. After a brief moment of disorientation, she looked at my disheveled appearance and tears streamed down her face. Looking into her clear, beautiful eyes, filled with love and vitality, I knew that what kept her awake was me, her only son, her only pillar of support. I truly hope we can live happily ever after.

My mother and I returned to China and dropped the charges because she didn't want to come to America again, didn't want to see those who had abused her, and didn't even want to hear news of them, even if they had been punished.

We arrived in a new city where no one knew us, and we didn't know anyone. We hoped to completely forget the past and start a new life.

[The End]

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