My mother's virginity is in the hands of her classmate.

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This story is adapted from my real-life experiences… March 31, 2016. 　　First published on sis001

. 　　I could only sense a slight unease. For example, my mother would often hum a few tunes while cooking, seemingly in a good mood. This should have been a relief for me, since I, the son of a single-parent family, couldn't bring my mother much joy or happiness. My father died in a car accident when I was six. I was young then, and because my father had been working away from home for many years, I didn't have much of a connection or affection for him. While not distant, he didn't feel particularly close to me either. My mother cried for a whole day after the funeral. That day made the world seem dark. Although I wasn't very mature, I deeply felt my powerlessness—unable to comfort my mother, and even less able to take my father's place. The entire responsibility and burden of family life fell on her shoulders. I had thought my mother would find me a strong, unfamiliar uncle, like in the movies, to replace my father. But even though it was expected, it was also unexpected. My mother didn't choose to remarry. I know that while she's not as weak as most women, she's also a very strong woman. Although I don't know her thoughts and considerations, I understand that she doesn't intend to find me a new father, and perhaps she doesn't intend to let another man into her life and heart. However, nothing in this world is absolute, and nothing is unchangeable. Before I knew it, I was in my first year of high school. For three years of junior high, I drifted aimlessly. Although my grades weren't outstanding, just average, I unknowingly discovered a personality flaw I hated: cowardice. I'd made all sorts of excuses for myself: my father's death, having only my mother around, or perhaps simply not wanting to interact with anyone. My mother was very strict with me; after all, I was probably her only and greatest hope in life. 　　In high school, I started boarding school, and it seemed my mother's life became much easier. After all, I'd been home for nine years of school, and now I was only home on weekends, giving her much more free time. When I first came home, I could tell my mom missed me a lot. For so many years, it's been just the two of us, and this sudden departure must have been difficult for her. As for me, the change of environment and living in a dorm kept me busy with studies and socializing. My mom asked if I needed anything at school, and I said I was fine, except the food was a bit bad. She said it would be great if she could bring me some food when she had time. My mom readily agreed and we made a promise that she would bring me food every Wednesday when she came back to school. Actually, it's quite normal for parents to bring food to students living in dorms, because the school food is indeed terrible. When I first arrived, I was curious, so I didn't notice anything unusual. But after a few meals, I realized just how bad the food really was. There were eight boys in the dorm, from different districts of the city, and we didn't know each other. At first, everyone was quite reserved. The only one who made everyone feel at ease was a boy named Tongtong. Although he wasn't very tall, he was very muscular. Tongtong's family isn't from the local area. His father is also a truck driver, similar to my father. Tongtong has always loved to play around and exercise. Although he's not very tall, you can see that his muscles are already showing some definition when he takes off his clothes.

This guy was very generous in his words and deeds. On his first night at boarding school, we unanimously elected him as our dorm leader. He laughed and said, "I can't speak for others, but it's fate that we eight guys in this dorm are together. If anything happens, we have to stick together; we're true brothers." I didn't really like him, but I couldn't really say why I disliked him. Maybe the only reason was that he had a better repertoire of dirty jokes than any of us. As a freshman in high school, I was indeed a little unaccustomed to his manner of speaking. The following Wednesday, I was called to the teacher's office at noon to help with the newly formed class's decorating. I figured I had nothing else to do, so I went, forgetting my promise to my mother. When I returned to the dorm, I found a large plastic bag on my bed, the opening open. I was startled and went over. My dorm buddies grinned at me. I asked, "What's this?" Tongtong chimed in, saying, "Oh, Xiaofeng, your sister brought you some food. She left it here since you weren't here. We guys tested it for poison, it's fine. Eat it without worry." Sister? I've never had a sister, let alone someone to bring me food. Unless it's some kind of fairy godmother, no one would ever bring me food. Seeing me still stunned, Tongtong, perhaps annoyed that they'd touched my food, continued, "Your sister is quite pretty, not very tall, with long hair. She mentioned your name, we were just being kind and ate a little." I burst out laughing, saying, "What sister? That's my mom! You're talking nonsense while eating!" They'd mistaken my mom for my sister. I smiled and opened the bag to check. It was alright; these guys were thoughtful enough not to eat too much, leaving me some of everything. I wasn't angry. Eating food brought by our parents was a kind of fun for us, a good change of pace, and the strange logic that food snatched from each other always tasted better seemed to work for me. I liked it. Over the next few days, Tongtong would occasionally ask if I had any food left, or ask about my family. Since he seemed willing to talk, we'd chat for a bit. I told him about my father's passing and my mother's situation, and he'd tell me about his family. I felt we got along quite well. The school didn't have showers, and since it was summer, we all showered by shoveling water into basins. Our whole dorm would always go together, usually occupying the washroom. Each of us would grab a basin, naked, and we'd essentially have a water fight in the rickety washroom – that was our shower. Tongtong was always the most boisterous. Being boys, there was no inhibition, but I noticed that Tongtong seemed to really enjoy showering like this. I didn't know if it was because he liked to play or what, but his penis was definitely sticking out and swaying around. It was very thick. The first time I saw it, I thought he was already erect. Later I realized that Tongtong's penis was naturally that big, and his testicles were even more exaggerated, like two ping-pong balls, swaying back and forth under his penis. His masculine power, combined with the body hair that extended all the way to his navel, always gave off a strong sense of male hormones. When he ran around in the bathroom, his penis would swing exaggeratedly back and forth, much like me. For example, we both liked to sleep naked. Eventually, all the guys in the dorm followed suit, waking up in the morning naked. I slept on the bed diagonally above Tongtong's. When I woke up early, I would quietly sit up and look at everyone's strange sleeping positions. But when I saw Tongtong, I couldn't help but take another look. Every guy has morning erections, but Tongtong's morning erection was like having a huge banana between his legs. It seemed like one hand couldn't even hold it. The length was also incredibly impressive. I haven't measured it, but I feel it's at least 17 or 18 centimeters. Maybe because the middle part is so thick, the glans doesn't seem that big. If he wanted to, he could probably be a male porn star with that. Sometimes, I'd even stare at that thing in the morning. It was indeed the biggest penis I'd ever seen in real life. Tongtong hadn't said anything about whether he'd slept with any girls, but I always felt that if a girl slept with him, he'd have a completely new perspective on the world the next day. Before I knew it, it was the weekend. After school, Tongtong said no one was home and he couldn't go back, asking if I could stay at school. On a whim, I said, "Come on, come to my place, stay the night and go back tomorrow, we're buddies." Tongtong said no, but after I insisted, he agreed. When I got home, my mom was surprised. She hadn't expected me to bring a classmate home. Maybe because it's always been just my mom and me, and she's never been too shy about what she wears at home, I'd never felt anything unusual. When I got home, my mom was wearing a nightgown. If you looked closely, you could see she wasn't wearing anything on her upper body. The nightgown, supporting her breasts, made her nipples barely visible. I felt a little awkward; I should have told my mom first. Bringing a classmate home so abruptly was indeed a bit embarrassing. Mom bent down to get slippers for me and Tongtong. Two white breasts swayed slightly at the neckline under her nightgown. Although I was walking ahead and didn't turn around, I could still sense that Tongtong seemed to have seen those two milky white mounds as well. Mom stood up, seemingly realizing something, and said, "Xiaofeng, take your classmate inside and sit down first," before turning and walking towards her room. I said okay, and Tongtong and I went to the living room. We went inside, sat down, and watched TV. Mom, having changed her clothes, came out and said, "You two sit down first, I'll go out and buy some fruit or something." Tongtong quickly said it wasn't necessary, and Mom smiled and said it was no trouble, then put on her shoes and went out. Tongtong walked around the living room and said, "Your house is quite big," then glanced at the balcony. My gaze followed. Mom's underwear was drying on the balcony; the pink lace-trimmed panties shone strangely in the midday sun. I don't know if it was my imagination or just my imagination. Indeed, since I stopped living at home, Mom's habits have become more casual. Inviting classmates over to stay is practically like an exhibition. Tongtong sensed we were both looking at the same things, so he looked away, glanced at the TV, and then asked me where the bathroom was. I pointed to the door and said it was over there, then took both our backpacks and put them in my bedroom. Mom had kept the house spotless. With one less person leaving things lying around, Mom simply tidied up my things and occasionally dusted them. By the time I took my books out of my backpack and put them on the table, Tongtong was already sitting in the living room watching the NBA game. The game was in full swing, and I suddenly needed to pee, so I went straight to the bathroom. Tongtong glanced at me and continued watching the game. Pulling up my pants, I glanced at the washing machine next to me, and a subconscious feeling came over me that Tongtong had probably gone to the bathroom more than just a toilet break. I opened the washing machine, and a pair of white underwear was on top, with some white residue in the middle, like dried-out bits of something. I felt a little annoyed, but it wasn't just unhappiness; a strange thought lingered in my mind. By then, Mom had returned with the groceries. When I told her that Tongtong was my classmate and roommate, Mom was very welcoming. She washed some fruit, poured drinks for us, and then changed her clothes to cook. Tongtong, besides smiling and talking, kept his eyes wandering, as if he hadn't decided where to look. Indeed, if I looked at Mom, she was quite pretty. Dad was certainly lucky; Mom had a baby face, big eyes, and with a little skincare, she didn't show many signs of aging. Mom gave birth to me at 24, and a few years later she's 40. Although she's naturally slim, she's not overweight, but it's inevitable that she's a little plump. Tongtong's gaze didn't seem like the way I looked at Mom, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Lost in thought, I watched the game intently, occasionally muttering something like "Good shot!" or a sigh. When I came to my senses, Mom had already finished cooking and was calling Tongtong and me to eat. Tongtong kept praising his mother's cooking, and his mother smiled and said, "Then eat more." Seeing Tongtong eating so enthusiastically, I also ate with gusto. Perhaps because there were many people eating together, we had a bigger appetite, and almost all of the four dishes his mother made were left over. His mother beamed and said, "It's good to be a big boy; eating more is good for your growth." Tongtong said, "That's right, we're at the stage where all parts of our bodies are developing." His mother turned to me and said, "Look how strong Tongtong is." I smiled, and Tongtong, afraid I would feel embarrassed, said, "It's different. Xiaofeng is taller than me too. We're developing in different directions." Indeed, Tongtong is much more robust than me. We both wear size 175 short-sleeved t-shirts, but his sleeves always look very full, while I chose size 175 because size 180 would be too big. After dinner, we watched some sports. Mom asked if we had any homework. I knew she meant for me to study, so I glanced at Tongtong and stood up. Tongtong was still engrossed in watching TV, but seeing me leave, he stood up too, and we walked to the study one after the other.

Tongtong wasn't really focused on his homework; he was just spacing out. He often copied mine, but I didn't really care, so I kept writing, leaving him staring out the window. Mom cleared away the dishes after we finished eating, then said she had to go out and left. I said goodbye to Tongtong and continued sitting. After Mom left, Tongtong stood up and looked at the bookshelf in the study. Calling it a bookshelf was a stretch; it was more like a display shelf for me. Besides books, all my little trinkets were displayed there. There were also photos of Mom, and pictures of me when I was little. After looking at it through the glass for a while, Tongtong opened the shelf and took out a few of my childhood model airplanes. Then he put them back. His gaze wandered through the books at the back, finally settling on a notebook lying on the shelf. That notebook was Mom's from when she was in school. Mom was very pretty, but I couldn't understand what she was studying, so it was just left in the bookshelf. Tongtong flipped through it, found a photo in the notebook, and asked, "Is this my aunt?" I glanced back, and although I couldn't see clearly, I recognized the contents of that notebook, so I said yes. Indeed, it was a photo of my mother when she was young. She said it was taken when she was in college and was tucked in a notebook. The photo paper was yellowed, but the material wasn't as fragile as modern photo paper; it had been well-preserved. Tong looked at it again and again, saying to me, "Auntie was really beautiful when she was young." I said, "Yes, it's a pity there weren't many photos back then, otherwise we could make a photo album or something.

" Tong stopped talking, put the photo away, and put the notebook back. I continued doing my homework, one thing after another. Every teacher said there weren't many assignments, but they still took me quite a while.

While I kept writing, Tong started a treasure hunt in my house, running over to ask me what this was, then where that came from. I was too lazy to pay attention to him, just giving him a few casual replies and that was it. But after a while, his treasure hunt seemed to end, or perhaps he found something good, because he stopped asking me questions. I finally had some peace and quiet and continued doing my homework. By the time I finished writing, almost three hours had passed. It seemed like this way of passing the time wasn't boring and even gave me a sense of accomplishment. I put my homework away and called out to Tongtong. I could hear the footsteps; Tongtong was coming out of my mom's bedroom, carrying a notebook he'd somehow found. He looked a little awkward and asked me what was wrong. I said I was done and asked if he wanted me to copy it. Tongtong said no rush, just leave it there, I'll copy it later. I said, "Don't look for it. My mom has OCD; if things aren't put away properly, she won't be in a good mood. Just put it back." Tongtong said okay and went to his mom's room. I came out to eat some fruit and glanced at him. This guy was putting the notebook back into a small box—a small box I thought I'd seen before. After he finished, he came out, seemingly in a good mood, and asked when my mom would be back. I said I didn't know what my mom had been busy with lately, so I wasn't sure what time she'd be back. But I figured she'd be back soon; after all, we're both home, she can't let us go hungry. Tongtong said it was easy, and since it was almost time, we could make dinner. I said I wasn't very good at it, but I could help out. Tongtong said he was a pretty good cook and suggested I try. He went over and opened the refrigerator to check what ingredients were available. Seeing he showed no sign of stopping, and feeling bad that he'd already suggested it, I went to wash my hands and get ready to start. Tongtong rummaged around and said, "There are still vegetables and meat left! Come on, let's treat Auntie!" We got to work in the kitchen. Just watching Tongtong cook, you could tell he was a seasoned cook; he was quick and efficient, occasionally giving me pointers. I helped out while cleaning up the mess he made, trying to keep the kitchen as clean as possible to meet Mom's standards. When the ribs were halfway through stewing, Mom came home, surprised to see me in the kitchen instead of the study. She quickly came over and asked what I was doing. Tongtong said, "We finished our homework and saw you weren't back yet, so Xiaofeng and I wanted to cook you a meal to reward you. Then you came back, perfect timing! Dinner's ready in 20 minutes. You should try my cooking skills!" Mom said, "Who asks a guest to cook?" But seeing we were almost done and the kitchen wasn't too messy, she agreed. I asked Mom where she'd been. She said a boss had contacted her that afternoon to discuss logistics. It was supposed to be next Monday, but it suddenly became urgent, so she had no choice but to go. She'd been out all afternoon. June weather was hot, and Mom drank water as she spoke. After finishing her water, she said, "I need to change; this skirt is so uncomfortable," and went inside. After changing, we could eat.

Tongtong and I served the food, and Mom, now changed, joined us at the table. Tongtong's cooking was good; although it wasn't as much as Mom had made at lunch, it still tasted good. Mom praised it for a while after eating. After we finished eating and cleaning up, it was already evening. Mom said, "You've worked hard all week; it's time to wash up and rest." Mom told us to shower first, and I said, "Tongtong, you go first." He agreed, took the clothes Mom had found for him, and I went inside. Mom quietly asked about my relationship with Tongtong. Since we were good buddies who could come home to play, we must have a good relationship. Maybe because he showered so much at school, Tongtong finished showering quickly and came out wearing only his underwear. The camouflage underwear sculpted his masculine features quite well, and I could even see his penis pointing towards his navel through the underwear, his testicles struggling to be contained. I didn't think much of it, got up, and said I was going to shower. I glanced at Mom, and for a moment, she seemed to be looking at Tongtong and thinking about something. I took my clothes and went into the bathroom. Finally home, I slowed down my shower. When I finished, Mom and Tongtong were chatting happily. I said I was done, and Mom said, "You two should go to sleep now, it's getting late." I slept on the bed in the study, while Tongtong slept in my room. Tongtong and I had agreed that he would take all his homework with him tomorrow. I said no problem and fell into a deep sleep. I was really tired. A soft sound woke me. By the moonlight, I glanced at my watch. It was midnight. My bedroom door wasn't locked, just ajar, letting in a faint light. Tongtong was still awake, but I didn't know what he was doing. Without putting on my shoes, I tiptoed to the doorway and peeked in. Tongtong had the bedside lamp very low, trying to minimize the light, and was looking at something. I couldn't see the cover, but from Tongtong's face, I could tell he was very interested in what was in it. He wasn't flipping through it quickly, and there was writing on both sides. As he read, a slight smile would occasionally appear on his lips. He often took out small books and pamphlets and read them endlessly; he did the same at school. I wasn't surprised, so I tiptoed back to sleep. The next morning, I didn't want to get up. I only got up after my mother brought back breakfast, remembering that Tongtong was still at home. While eating, Tongtong asked for my phone number, saying it would be convenient to contact me if anything happened. My mother blushed slightly but agreed. Two months of my high school life have passed in the blink of an eye. Everything had been peaceful during this time; nothing much had happened. School was going smoothly, and my mother seemed to be in a good mood lately, frequently calling to discuss business or meeting friends. Tongtong would occasionally skip class to go out and play, then come back and sleep. When I asked him where he'd been, he'd just say he'd met someone he was close to. I didn't pay much attention; a peaceful life was fine. But this weekend, when I went home again, my peace was shattered. When I arrived, my mother seemed ready to leave. I'd noticed a change in her lately. She rarely wore makeup, and although she was always busy with business, she tried to keep it light. But today, her makeup was a little heavier, with more emphasis on her eyes and lips. Instead of a dress, she wore a royal blue cheongsam and matching royal blue shoes, looking particularly beautiful. She walked quickly, as if in a hurry. She leaned against the wall with one hand, using the other to put on her peep-toe shoes, revealing a bit of her toes, while telling me to eat well and do my homework. I might be home late tonight; I have a social engagement today. I said I know, and she told me to go ahead. My mom paused for a moment and asked, "What do you know?" I said, "Look how nicely you're dressed; you obviously have a very important engagement. Don't worry, I'll be fine at home by myself."

Hearing my words, I don't know if it was to comfort me or something else, Mom breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, I'm going now," and went out. Mom seemed to have intentionally made a little extra food for me that evening, because the portion was a bit larger. I usually eat while watching the game on TV. When Mom isn't around, I'm the boss, but because I was watching the game, I ate half-heartedly. After only a few bites, I didn't feel hungry anymore. Having drunk quite a bit of water, I actually needed to go to the bathroom. The August heat showed no signs of abating; I was already drenched in sweat when I got home. I took off my shirt and tossed it into the washing machine. That's when I saw something unfamiliar. Actually, it wasn't unfamiliar—it was a pair of underwear, Mom's underwear. What was unfamiliar was that I had never seen this pair before. It was a black, high-cut pair of underwear. Mom never wore black underwear before. Although I hadn't looked closely, I had seen it when hanging clothes out to dry. When did Mom buy such a thin pair of underwear? There was a large white water stain in the middle of the black underwear. I glanced at it and threw it back. I realized it wasn't just this pair of underwear; there were several pieces of underwear in the washing machine that I hadn't seen before, and they weren't ordinary styles. There were white ones with ties on both sides, and another piece of fabric only the size of my palm. They were all worn and dirty, and each one had a large water stain in the middle before being thrown in. It was obvious that the water stain hadn't formed all at once; it was layered on top of each other. My mother is a very clean woman; she changes her clothes almost every day. If they were this dirty in just one day, I couldn't help but think more about it. My heart started racing, and my lower body felt throbbing. I couldn't help but bring it to my nose and smell it. There was a faint, pungent smell mixed with a unique odor. I couldn't say whether it smelled good or bad, but it didn't bother me either. But remembering that it was my mother's, I put it down again.

I went back to my study shirtless to do my homework, but I couldn't focus on the book. That faint scent seemed to linger in my nostrils, making me restless. I put down my pen, stood up, and went to get a glass of water, but my eyes involuntarily drifted to my mother's bedroom. I'd been there before; it only had a wardrobe, a bed, and a bedside table. I usually didn't like going there; I preferred watching TV. But this time, I suddenly felt interested and went over. The sheets had a faint scent of my mother. I casually opened the bedside table, and sure enough, my mother had been a little different lately. At least she had bought a lot more underwear, and the styles and colors were much brighter. Was my mother on a date? I asked myself. Maybe so. After all, I was in high school and spent less time at home, so my mother had more time to do her own things. As I thought about it, I closed the bedside table and opened the wardrobe. In the corner of the wardrobe was a box—the same box that had been thoroughly explored last time. I vaguely remembered seeing it before. I took the box out. There weren't many things inside, and it wasn't very heavy. When I opened it, I found several notebooks and a photo album. I had never touched this box before, so I took it out and started looking through it. I looked at the photo album first, and I was shocked because I had never seen the photos in it before. The photos were all of my mother, but she was mostly naked, posing in various ways. As I flipped through the pages, there were some photos of my mother completely naked, and the poses became increasingly revealing. At first, she might have been covering herself up, but in some of the later photos, her legs were completely spread apart, her private parts facing the camera directly, with sparse pubic hair barely covering the entrance to her garden. In others, she was kneeling with her back to the camera, looking back with a smile, and not only her private parts but also her buttocks were exposed. The photos weren't perfectly flat. I carefully removed them from the album and found writing on the back. I looked at many of the writings and discovered the album was chronologically ordered, spanning from before my birth to after, including photos of my mother during her pregnancy—all of them nude. The photographer was presumably my father. The writings described what my mother and father did that day, suggesting he was training her to be a certain way. Sure enough, further down the page, I found photos of my mother inserting a rubber rod into herself, and of her squatting on tiptoe to urinate. Although the photos were blurry, I could still see her expression of enjoyment. This particular photo was taken the year my father passed away. I closed the album, thinking that the whole box had been moved, and he had seen everything here. However, he didn't seem interested in this particular album; it wasn't this album he had looked at that day. My gaze fell upon the several diaries below. One of them was indeed the one Tongtong had read that day. I picked it up and flipped through it. The notebook was my father's. I skimmed through it; it was more like a notebook than a diary, recording his and my mother's private life, or rather, their marital life. It contained his plans and step-by-step schemes. My mother hadn't been very cooperative at first, but gradually she became more so, and later she was willing to do these things with him. His goal was to make my mother willing to serve him for life; he wanted to enjoy her body for eternity. Seeing this, I suddenly felt a strange sense of amusement. My father seemed very enthusiastic about this, but fate was unkind; he passed away early, leaving my mother alone. This diary was quite explicit, which is why Tongtong had been reading it all day. But what was Tongtong reading that night? My gaze fell on the notebook below. I opened it and saw that this one was written by my mother, starting from the third day after my father's funeral. "You just left like that, leaving Xiaofeng and me in this world. I don't blame you, but why? Why did you arouse my sexual desire, and then leave this world? It's our weekly game day again. Xiaofeng has gone to school. My heart feels like it's being gnawed by ants. My body can't help but miss your discipline. I can't make myself feel comfortable at all, that feeling of being conquered. It's so painful, so painful. I can only endure it like this. I hate you. I hate that you made me so sensitive and then abandoned me." This is how my mother's first diary entry begins.

I sat on the bed and continued reading my mother's diary. It seemed that this was an inhuman torment for her. Every Friday, my mother would miss my father, miss his discipline, and she could only silently endure it. The diary was sporadic for a year before it stopped. I thought to myself, so Tongtong knew such a deadly thing. I wonder if he told anyone. My mind was in turmoil. My hands flipped through the notebook, pondering.

Suddenly, I noticed that the notebook had writing on it again, starting from about halfway through. The writing on the first page was particularly shocking. "Auntie Bitch, I saw this box. This story is so interesting, I want to be a part of it too, Tongtong." The handwriting was different from my father's and mother's; it was clearly a boy's very ugly handwriting. There was no mistake, this was definitely Tongtong's handwriting. I turned to the next page and found that Tongtong had written on more than one page. On the second page, he wrote, "Auntie Bitch, I know you'll find out I touched this box. I did it on purpose. I've already taken pictures of the photos in the album and sent them to my email. I hope you'll listen to me. I'll give you one night to think about it. If you agree, I'll exchange your phone number with you tomorrow morning." This guy... I couldn't bear to think about it, because I was right there when we exchanged phone numbers. My mother blushed as she saved the number in Tongtong's phone. That day, I actually watched my mother become Tongtong's bitch and slave. These photos are enough to make my mother and me ashamed for the rest of our lives. On the third page of Tongtong's writing, written by Mom, it read, "Xinnu voluntarily becomes Tongtong's master's lifelong bitch, accepting all of Tongtong's master's training. Xinnu is willing to swear on her little dog cunt that she will forever be loyal only to Tongtong's master's big dick. —Xinnu." Anger and a strange excitement made me restless. I turned to another page of the diary. It was still Mom's handwriting, and it described what happened on Tongtong's first day at my house, but the tone and attitude were completely different. "X year, X month, XX day was the first day Xin Nu met Master Tong Tong. Xin Nu didn't know that this was Master Tong Tong, but at night she saw Master Tong Tong wearing his underwear. Master Tong Tong's big penis made Xin Nu's submissive nature automatically awaken. Xin Nu is willing to forever submit to Master Tong Tong's penis and never resist." Each of the following pages recorded the days when Mom and Tong Tong met in secret, which were also the days when Tong Tong skipped school. There was very little written, only the time and place, and the master-servant relationship. I put the diary back and found several USB drives labeled with numbers at the bottom. The USB drives were new. 1, 3, 4, and 5 were all there, but 2 was missing. I took out USB drive 1, packed up the box and put it back, went to the study, turned on the computer, and plugged in the USB drive. Sure enough, 1 was full, just as I thought. 2 was in use, while 3, 4, and 5 had not yet been used. There were photos and videos inside. I clicked on the video… In the video, Tongtong was in a hotel room, turning on the DV camera to record. Mom was sitting on the sofa facing the camera. It seemed the conversation had already started for a while before the recording began. Tongtong loudly said to himself, “Xinnu, don’t make me remind you again, I’m your master. If you call my name again, I won’t be polite.” Mom blushed and said, “It’s not like that. You can do whatever you want, but don’t hurt my son, okay? That photo is between the two of us. Don’t involve others, okay?” Tongtong said, “Then what should you call me?” Mom’s face turned bright red, and she whispered, “Master Tongtong.” Tongtong seemed unsatisfied and continued, before finishing, “I just told you what to say.” Mom blushed again, hesitated for a moment, and said, “Master Tongtong’s little dog, Xinnu, is here to serve Master Tongtong.” Tongtong seemed very happy and said, “Then let’s begin, Xinnu.” Mom looked up, as if to say something, but her expression shattered the moment she saw Tongtong's eyes. She silently reached behind her, and with the sound of a zipper, she took off her top, revealing a flesh-colored bra. Tongtong, seeing this, made a displeased sound, "Xinnu, didn't I tell you? You're not allowed to wear bras like that anymore. Since this is your first offense, continue." Mom silently nodded, seemingly not wanting to interrupt this beautiful scene. Mom then began to take off her high heels and skirt, revealing flesh-colored stockings and black underwear underneath—very ordinary-looking. She undressed slowly and laboriously, as if each piece of clothing required considerable effort to remove. Tongtong lit a cigarette and continued watching. Mom took off her stockings and stopped, one hand over her chest, the other covering her legs as she looked at Tongtong. Tongtong seemed dissatisfied and asked why she stopped. "

If you don't continue, I'll have to do what I can," he replied. Tears streamed down Mom's face. A single sentence spurred her to action. This time, she began to remove the last two pieces of fabric covering her body. After taking off her bra, Mom covered her breasts with one hand while using the other to pull down her underwear. Because of her nervousness, her toes curled up, gripping the ground tightly. Mom threw the underwear away, covering herself with her hands between the grass in the garden, looking completely naked. Tongtong didn't rush to speak. After looking at her for a few seconds, he nodded and said, "Come stand on the bed." Mom slowly walked up and stood on the bed, trying her best not to expose herself. Her toes nervously came together. Mom was only 160 cm tall, quite petite, with long hair cascading down her chest, making her look like a naked statue. At this moment, Tongtong said, "Put your hands down, put them to your sides." Mom didn't dare to be negligent and put her hands down. At this moment, Tongtong and I saw Mom completely naked for the first time. The fullness that a 40-year-old woman should have was clearly revealed on Mom's body. Her large breasts trembled slightly due to nervousness. Because of her age and size, her breasts were slightly sagging, but her nipples stubbornly pointed upwards, as if to say that her body was still very tender. Her nipples were not large, and you could feel that her breasts were very soft. As she trembled more and more, the grass in the garden quietly covered her lower abdomen, light brown and curled. Her legs were not long but well-proportioned, and her small feet (35 cm) were turned inwards. Tongtong looked at her and seemed quite satisfied with her. Then he said, "Sit down, spread your legs, let me check your pussy." The mother painfully turned her head to the side and could only slowly squat down. Then she sat on the double bed. Seeing that the mother did not spread her legs, Tongtong continued, "Don't you know how? I remember you looked pretty good in the photos. Do you want me to teach you?" Helpless, Mom could only spread her legs, her toes pointing outwards as wide as possible to give a fuller view. The pubic hair of her vulva slowly parted, revealing the entrance to her garden. Mom's pair of butterfly-shaped vulvas, gleaming softly, slowly opened a little. Tongtong said, "Hmm, not bad. Use both hands to open it, let me see inside." Mom understood, and with both hands, she reached down to her vulva below her knees. With a flick of her wrists, the butterfly wings unfolded… The deep red butterfly wings extended to the innermost part of her vulva, which had darkened slightly from being exposed. Tongtong didn't speak, but watched Mom open her vulva wide, carefully admiring it. Suddenly, both of them fell silent. This silence was a pleasure for Tongtong, but for Mom, it was an unbearable torment. Exposing a woman's most private parts to her son's classmate was a profound shame for any woman. Whether it was out of shame or she had endured it for too long, Mom's toes, which she had been standing on, began to ache, and her calves trembled involuntarily. Tongtong noticed Mom's fatigue and said slowly, "Okay, lie down. Lie down on the bed." Mom seemed relieved and immediately closed her legs. After hesitating for a moment, she lay down in the middle of the bed. Her large breasts spread out to the sides because of lying down, and her lower abdomen was slightly protruding. Mom didn't know where to look, and coupled with the pain in her heart, she slowly closed her eyes. Tongtong didn't seem to be in a hurry to possess Mom's body, but rather slowly eroded her inner will. Tongtong knew that this mature woman who had been disciplined was like a light that had been turned off. As long as you found the right switch, you could press it and she would open the door for you. Tongtong wasn't in a hurry to open the door. His mother was now like a piece of meat in his mouth; when and how he would eat her was just a matter of his mood. Thinking of this, Tongtong stopped staring at his mother, turned around, and said, "Alright, that's enough for today." After saying that, he put on his clothes and walked out, leaving his mother standing there stunned. Tongtong stopped halfway and turned back to say, "By the way, remember to tell me next time you go to school, understand? Xinnu?" His mother was stunned and didn't know what to say.

I could only nod silently. But I was incredibly hesitant. Tongtong had said that day that if I went to school, I had to tell him, but he had also promised to bring me food every Wednesday. Hesitantly, my mother, unable to resist her maternal instincts, finally went to see me with the food. On the way, she hesitated repeatedly before finally sending Tongtong a text message saying she was on her way to school. Tongtong's message was simple: he asked me to bring him food to the dorm at 9 am. I had no choice but to agree. Wednesday mornings are busy with classes, and that day, Tongtong told his teacher he wasn't feeling well and asked to rest in the dorm all morning. My mother, unsure of the situation, explained to the dorm teacher at school and went upstairs. Opening the door, she found Tongtong lying on his bed reading. Seeing her mother, he greeted her and continued reading. The teacher downstairs turned and went back down. Tongtong remained silent, and the mother dared not move. The two sat there in an unusual quiet. Tongtong spoke first, taking off his clothes and teasingly saying, "Auntie, take your clothes off..." The mother hesitated, unsure what to do. Being forced to undress in her son's dormitory was unbearable for her. She knew this boy could subject her to public condemnation, and what was worse, he was her son's classmate and best friend. What if, what if, her son found out about this? She didn't know how she could face the world anymore. This dilemma left her frozen in place. Tongtong, sensing her thoughts, said, "Auntie, we'd better hurry. If Xiaofeng gets out of class, I can't guarantee what he'll see." The mother knew this boy was capable of anything. For her son, for the sake of her family, she finally gave in, succumbing to this devil's tricks. She slowly began to remove her clothes, until she reached her underwear. The mother stopped and pleaded, "Tongtong, can we just leave it at that for today? Don't embarrass your aunt too much, okay?" Tongtong picked up his mother's dress, turned around, opened the window, and said, "Sure, if you don't want to take it off, I'll throw this dress out. I'm sure you won't doubt that." My mother dared not doubt, nor did she have the power to resist. She could only awkwardly remove the last piece of clothing covering her body, standing naked before the high school student once more. Tongtong, with a smile, pointed to my bed and said, "Go, climb up to that bed." Already so embarrassing, my mother had no choice but to obey. Holding onto the railing, she climbed up. Tongtong took out his phone, opened the camera, and started taking pictures of my mother kneeling on my bed with her big buttocks sticking out. My mother noticed Tongtong's actions and hurriedly covered the dark area between her legs helplessly, pleading with Tongtong, "No, don't take pictures, it's too embarrassing!"

Holding the phone, he said, "Come on, squat here and spread your legs." Tongtong pointed to the headboard of my bed, where the railing was exactly 20 centimeters high. My mother didn't want to do this, but her clothes were in his hands; if she waited until class ended, she really wouldn't be able to explain herself. Suppressing her inner humiliation, the mother once again spread her legs, allowing men other than her husband to feast their eyes. She strained to open her legs into an M-shape, gripping the railing for balance, her full breasts creating a deep cleavage – it looked like she was filming an adult film. Posing in such a shameful position on her son's bed for the little boy to see, her face turned as red as an apple. He took several pictures and made her try various positions. His favorite was having her clamp her buttocks between the steel bars hanging from the ceiling. The height difference between the bed and the ceiling prevented her from standing upright, so she had to bend over, arching her back forcefully, letting the thin steel bars clamp onto her anus. The cold steel bars made her feel indescribably uncomfortable.

Finally, the photo shoot was over. Mom, one hand covering her breast, the other holding onto the railing, got off the bed. She reached for Tongtong's clothes, but he didn't give them to her. Instead, he pulled down his pants with one hand and said to her, "Auntie's been posing for so long, I'm getting hard! What should I do?" Even through his underwear, Tongtong's enormous penis was practically bursting out, its ridiculous length already bulging above the fabric.

Mom didn't dare look any longer and said, "It'll be over in a bit." Tongtong persisted, "No way! Auntie made me hard, so only Auntie can make me soft. Finish what you started!" He grabbed Mom's hand and tried to put it on his crotch. Mom quickly tried to pull her hand away, but Tongtong pulled her back forcefully and said menacingly, "Otherwise, you'll be ready to face your precious son naked! There are eight boys in our dorm. Let's see how your son will get along at school!"

Mom glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already 10:30. get out of class would end in 30 minutes. If she didn't hurry, things could get really messy. She quickly reached for Tongtong's underwear. Tongtong calmly took it off, sat on his bed, and said to Mom, "Auntie, I've never had a woman do this to me with her mouth before. Today, Auntie, please make me feel good with your mouth, okay?" Mom was clean and didn't like oral sex, even with Dad. Tongtong knew this, but to make this woman completely his plaything, he had to relentlessly attack her most sensitive spot. If he conquered it, how Mom was played with would be as easy as a flick of his finger. Seeing Tongtong's satisfied expression as he waited for her service, Mom knelt naked in front of the bed. One hand held Tongtong's large penis, the other smoothed her long hair at her temples, and she opened her cherry-like mouth to serve him. This was the first time Mom had ever touched Tongtong's penis. She grasped it and was immediately shocked, thinking, "What did this child eat to grow up like this? It's so thick and strong! My little hand can't even hold it!" Although Tongtong had showered the night before, he was still sweating this morning, and a pungent, masculine smell wafted into Mom's nose. "Sigh, what can I do? I was so careless; I've given him leverage." Thinking this, Mom could only try to take Tongtong's large penis into her mouth. Tongtong, being sucked, was quite alert. He looked down at his classmate's mother kneeling before him, her breasts thrust out, diligently swallowing his penis, and a sense of pride welled up inside him. His penis grew even harder. While licking, Mom tried to recall how to make Dad feel good, but she hadn't used those methods in ten years and had forgotten them all. She could only try her best to suck and lick. Tongtong reached out and touched Mom's breasts, grasping one soft breast and weighing it in his hand. He thought to himself, "This slut's breasts are really big, about the size of an orange, soft and fleshy." He enjoyed playing with them. Mom tried to pull away from Tongtong's hand, but he pinched her nipple. Her nipples were Mom's Achilles' heel; she had written about them in her diary. Tongtong thought it was just sensitivity, but today he realized that Mom's nipples were incredibly sensitive. She had mentioned in her diary that when she first gave birth to him, she had to change her underwear after each feeding, showing how sensitive they were. Today, with Tongtong pinching them, after ten years of not using them, they were even more delicate. Mom immediately lost the strength to dodge, and her hand couldn't hold his penis anymore. She gasped and said to Tongtong, "Tongtong, please let Auntie go, okay? Auntie will lick you, okay?" Tongtong flicked at his mother's nipple with two fingers, asking, "Let go of Auntie's nipple, please?" The mother, ashamed and humiliated by the child's ministrations, was powerless to resist. She could only try to focus her shattered spirit and say, "Let go of Auntie's...nipple." Tongtong released her, leaning back against the wall, watching his mother's head bob as his enormous penis moved in and out of her mouth. The sensual pleasure fueled his psychological shift; Tongtong stroked his mother's long hair as if he were touching not a woman, but a submissive dog. At this moment, Mom didn't have time to think about what Tongtong was doing. If she didn't hurry up and satisfy him, she would have to face her son naked. Thinking of this, Mom's body couldn't help but speed up, trying harder to suck the penis. However, even with such effort, 10 minutes passed, and Mom realized that Tongtong didn't seem to be about to ejaculate at all; it had only become harder and thicker. Mom slowly began to observe the penis and its owner. The penis was at least 18 or 19 centimeters long and as thick as a carrot. Mom had only ever seen her father's penis, and compared to this one, her father's was like a child's. Holding it in her hand, it was hard and hot. It seemed that Mom was no longer so anxious or shy. Looking at Tongtong's strong body and thick penis, she felt a sense of security, a strange feeling rising within her. She couldn't quite place it; instead of simply stroking him, she began to fawn over him, licking and sucking his penis and testicles. Tongtong sensed his mother's improved service and felt increasingly pleasurable, arching his back slightly. This subtle movement encouraged his mother, who licked upwards from the junction of his testicles and penis, her hands massaging his enormous testicles. She thought to herself, "This child's testicles are quite large. His father's two were probably only this big." This thought brought a pang of sadness to her heart. She hadn't expected to compare her deceased husband to such a young man, especially one who was clearly superior to her husband. Tongtong felt incredibly comfortable being licked by his mother, letting out a few soft moans. His mother knew that although Tongtong's penis wasn't small, he lacked experience and wouldn't last much longer. She increased the frequency, shoving his entire penis into his mouth. Tongtong felt he was about to ejaculate and instinctively pressed his mother's head down with his hand. His mother suddenly felt something throbbing in her mouth. She tried to lift her head but was held down, unable to move. Just as Tongtong was about to deliver his semen into her mouth, she struggled to lift her head. Tongtong let out a long sigh, and her mouth was already full of milky white liquid, the salty, fishy taste filling her nostrils. Tongtong didn't usually masturbate, but this time the amount he ejaculated was unusually large, almost filling his mother's entire mouth. His mother wanted to spit it out, but Tongtong sensed her intention and didn't let go. Knowing time was running out, his mother had no choice but to suppress her nausea and swallow Tongtong's semen before quickly putting on her clothes. By the time Mom put on her shoes, the hallway was already noisy. Students were rushing back to their rooms after class. Mom was in such a hurry that she hadn't even put on her stockings yet. Her roommates were already inside, and I followed. Seeing Mom in her room, I knew she had brought food. But I didn't like Mom being at school, and I felt embarrassed if she kept nagging me, so I quickly urged her to go home. I had no idea what she had been doing earlier. Then a classmate asked Tongtong how her stomach was. Tongtong smiled and said, "Much better! Auntie massaged it for me earlier, and it's fine now." "That's amazing, Auntie! You should really massage everyone's stomach next time!" Mom blushed and, following my lead, left the school and went home.

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