Me and My Rural Mother - 33. Inspection (Part 2)

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Seeing that my mother agreed, the doctor didn't waste any words. He took out some shaving cream that we men use to shave from a plate and soon covered all of my mother's pubic hair with it.
But my mother had a large area of pubic hair, so all I could see from the outside was a white patch. Then the doctor took out a sharp scalpel and started shaving her.
My mother was a very timid person; she had never even killed a chicken. In those days, there were no chickens that people would kill unless they were professional butchers, and my mother was clearly not one of them.
My mother was lying in bed when she saw the female doctor's scalpel. She was so frightened that she covered her face with her clothes, afraid that the female doctor might accidentally cut her tender skin. She was so nervous that she started trembling all over.
As she shuddered, her lower body began to move as well, her vaginal opening contracting and writhing like a small, talking mouth, as if saying to me, "Come on, come on."
My mother didn't dare to look, but when I saw this scene from outside the door, my eyes widened in astonishment. Even the female doctor was quite surprised, saying, "Oh, I didn't know! She can even do vaginal tightening surgery!" Hearing the female doctor's teasing, my mother covered her face even more tightly.
But my mother's worries were completely unnecessary. The female doctor was very skilled, and with a few deft strokes, she shaved off my mother's pubic hair in neat rows.
In the end, only a small patch of pubic hair remained on the clitoris. The shape of my mother's remaining pubic hair at this point resembled the small mustache left by Japanese soldiers in movies, which was extremely comical.
The female doctor seemed to want to see my mother make a fool of herself. After scraping this spot, she stopped and instead pinched my mother's clitoris. My mother cried out, "Ah, ah!" when the female doctor pinched her.
Upon hearing my mother's cries, the female doctor scoffed and called her a "slut." My mother's cries abruptly ceased, as if she had swallowed them back down.
Then, with a flash of the scalpel, the last tuft of hair was shaved off, and my mother's vagina was exposed to me without any cover.
The labia were very thick, slightly dark, and covered with tiny bumps, making them look like a shaved fat pig.
Standing at the door and seeing this, I swallowed hard. It turns out that a shaved mother has a unique charm.
After the doctor shaved my mother's hair, he just touched it with his hand without saying anything. Then he took a rubber glove from the medical kit and put it on his right hand.
Then I smeared an unknown liquid on my glove and reached into my mother's vagina, starting with just one finger.
While my mother was lying down, she suddenly felt something invading her lower body and made a sound. But soon the doctor's finger came out, and there was some sticky liquid on it. When he pulled it up, a long, thin thread came out.
Then the doctor used two fingers, but at this point I couldn't bear to watch anymore. My penis was hard and hot, as if it was about to explode at any moment.
I quickly turned around and sat down on a stool nearby, took out a cigarette from my jacket pocket, and started puffing away. I could still hear my mother's cries from time to time; I couldn't tell if it was from pain or something else.
More than an hour later, the doctor came out, and my mother came out too, but she was pouting, looking like she was reporting something.
"Doctor, how is my wife? Is it okay to have the procedure?" I asked anxiously.
"Your wife's cervix is positioned a bit forward, and the fetus is only a little over three months old. Doing it now could easily cause severe bleeding. Let's wait until she's six months along and see if we can induce labor to remove the fetus." The doctor's words came out like a machine gun.
I didn't react at first and wanted to ask again, but the doctor turned and left. As he walked, he kept muttering something like, "Isn't it all because of you stinky men that women suffer? I never thought ugly people could be so awful."
I just understood what she meant, but when I heard what she said next, I suddenly got angry.
"Damn it, do you think I want to abort the child? It's my mother who doesn't want to give birth. You're the one who's ugly and troublesome." I wanted to explode at that moment, but seeing that we were still in the hospital and would have to come back again, I held back my anger.
"We can't do it now, we have to wait a few more months. My poor child, can I only let you live a few more months? Your father has no other choice." I felt a little helpless.
But I quickly put those worries aside. If I can play, great; if not, oh well, I'll deal with it later. Right now, I'm really pent up down there, and I need her to help me release that pent-up fire.
I ignored all the nonsense about birth defects and other such ridiculous issues. I grabbed my mother and rushed home.

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