Yunshan Mother and Son Tragedy

Yunshan Mother and Son's Tribulation
"Ring..."

"Wow! Holiday... Holiday!"

"Let's go..." "

Xiaolin, I'm leaving first, let's play ranked games together tonight..." Jiang Dong patted my shoulder, and before he could finish saying "ah," he rushed out of the classroom.

For us senior high school students, studying every day is really too boring, and the pressure from teachers and parents is huge. As soon as the holiday starts, everyone rushes out of this hellish place of school like they've been injected with chicken blood, and quite a few people even go out to eat and sing karaoke together to celebrate.

I originally wanted to go drinking and eating with my classmates, but I have to help my mom pack her things today... I can't help it... I took out my phone and started talking as I walked.

"Mom, are you in class? I've already finished school."

"Yes, that's right... I'm coming right now."

My mom used to be a music teacher at a school, but the school was merged, and after she quit, she got a job as a dance teacher at a training school through a friend's introduction, thanks to her dance background. She's been doing it ever since.

When I arrived at the building where my mom works, I took the elevator directly to the eleventh floor.

When I got to my mom's dance studio, it was warm and cozy with the heating on. I saw my mom's students sitting around her, and she was standing on tiptoe with her back to the mirror, slowly demonstrating one graceful ballet move after another.

My mother, nearing forty, shows no signs of aging, thanks to her lavish skincare routine. Everyone who has met her says she's beautiful, largely because she resembled the actress Zhao Yihuan when she was younger.

Long, arched eyebrows, a straight nose, cherry lips, and a full figure exemplified the charm of a beautiful woman. Her eyes, in particular, were clear and captivating, possessing an indescribable allure and charm. Compared to Zhao Yihuan, my mother may have lost some of her youthful exuberance, but she possesses a more refined and elegant mature woman's grace.

My mother's long, wavy hair styled beautifully, with straight hair and side-swept bangs that nicely framed her oval face. Her hair was dyed a dark brown, which, combined with her striking features and natural expression, gave her an ethereal and otherworldly air.

She was still wearing that tight-fitting black bodysuit for teaching; the black bodysuit contrasted beautifully with her fair skin, creating a refreshing and striking look.

My mother has maintained her figure exceptionally well due to years of dance practice. Although her breasts are not as perky as those of the young girls around her, they are more rounded and full. Her waving hands and arms exude a gentle feeling, and her fair thighs are slender and long from top to bottom, with a streamlined texture all the way to her ankles.

Compared to the young female students who were also mothers around, my mother, although only about 1.6 meters tall, had a more curvaceous figure, with a prominent bust and buttocks. Her buttocks, having given birth, were also unusually round and full. Age did not hold her back; on the contrary, it added to her charm and femininity. When my good friend Jiang Dong first met my mother, he said that she was an incredibly beautiful young woman and that I must have accumulated a lot of good karma in my past life to have such a beautiful mother.

Back in the day, so many guys were after my mom, but she still fell for my honest and down-to-earth dad. Even though my mom is so beautiful, I, her son, am not handsome at all, which is really frustrating. Luckily, I love playing basketball, so I'm pretty strong. At 1.76 meters tall, I'm a head taller than my mom, and my grades in school are just so-so.

Because my mom is so beautiful, I'm very picky about girls. I glanced at the girls, and sigh… only two or three were decent-looking; the rest were awful. One even had a face full of acne.

My mom had actually seen me a while ago, but because she was coaching the girls, she didn't greet me. I waited for her in the hallway outside.

Not long after, Mom's workday ended, and she announced the end of class. The girls chattered away, a few glancing at me, whispering and giggling.

I know I'm not handsome, even a little ugly, and I've never had a girlfriend. Although I'm often teased, I'm used to it.

When Mom came out of the changing room, she had changed into her usual casual clothes: a wool sweater and a long black coat, nice black leggings, and black heeled boots—she looked quite stylish.

"Xiaolin, come here and help Mom take this desk back. Nobody wants it; it'll fit perfectly in your dad's study," Mom said, pointing to a somewhat old desk that was about half my height.

"This is so old and so heavy! Desks aren't expensive; why don't you just buy a new one?" I said, a little reluctant, seeing how much effort it would take to lift it.

"You never know how to save money! If you don't save, how will you afford school?" Mom rolled her eyes at me.

"This is such a hassle!" I tried to lift the desk; it wasn't particularly heavy, but I had to rest after walking a short distance.

"Oh dear, you're groaning even when you're helping your old lady," Mom pinched my waist.

"..."

After moving downstairs, my mom and I took a taxi. We sat in the back, and my mom took out her phone and started playing with it. Don't let her almost forty appearance fool you; she's a true 70s kid. She knows all the trendy things young people use, like QQ and WeChat. She's very fashionable.

I also took out my phone and played with it for a while, but then I got bored and started staring blankly at the scenery outside the car window.

The winter sky always darkens particularly quickly. Outside the car window, the city lights glowed neon. As the taxi moved, the light and shadows slid across my mother's face and body, creating an eerie effect. A waft of my mother's perfume, carrying a faint sandalwood scent, drifted over. Looking at the dazzling world, I felt an indescribable feeling.

As we got out of the taxi, the driver greedily glanced at my mom a few more times. I'm used to the way people look at my mom; after all, she's so beautiful. I don't know why, but whenever I see that kind of intense look in other people's eyes, I actually feel a sense of pride and satisfaction...

Luckily, our building has an elevator, otherwise, with this broken desk, I probably would have had to crawl up all twelve floors.

When my mom and I got home, my dad was already there. My dad is a very kind and gentle person. He works as an editor at a magazine and isn't very busy. He doesn't have many hobbies; he just likes reading the news, playing chess, and fishing is his favorite.

I could smell the aroma of food as soon as I entered the house. Besides not smoking or drinking, my dad's biggest advantage, I must say, is his incredible cooking skills. Even my mom has to admit defeat. My mom is the dominant one at home, and my dad does more housework than she does. He's completely under her thumb…

"Xiaolin, why didn't I see you bring any books home today?" During dinner, my dad adjusted his glasses, remembering this question.

"Ah… well… there are plenty of study materials at home, just focus on the important ones, it's okay."

"Him? He hasn't thought about studying at all! All he's thinking about is how to have fun during winter break."

"You know everything," I said, making a face at my mom.

"Hmph~ You came out of my belly, I know all about your little schemes," Mom rolled her eyes at me.

After dinner, I sat on the sofa to rest and saw a coupon for a farm stay in Yunshan on the low table.

"Dad, where did you get this coupon? Are you going to Yunshan?"

"It was given to me by the company, but I can't go. I'm working overtime on Saturday and Sunday. Why don't you and your mom go?"

"I'm too lazy to go. Farm stays aren't fun, they don't even have Wi-Fi there."

"All you do is surf the internet. The college entrance exam is almost here, and you're not worried at all," Mom said, tapping my forehead with her index finger. She picked up a coupon and looked at it.

"Your company is so generous this time, a 50% off coupon! Maybe I should sell it to a friend," Mom said, quite shrewd with money.

"Whatever you want. But I heard from a colleague that there's a lantern festival in Yunshan this year, it's supposed to be very lively," Dad said, washing dishes in the kitchen.

"Oh, I'm on holiday anyway, why don't I go? It'll be good to see what it's like. I haven't seen a lantern festival in years." Thinking of past lantern festivals, my curiosity was piqued; maybe I could ask a female classmate out or something.

"You're always running around. Mom wants to go see you too, so why don't I come with you?" Mom usually cares about me a lot

, maybe even too much. "No way... I just want to go alone. It's not comfortable with so many people," I said, frowning.

"You don't even have a girlfriend yet and you're already complaining about your mom. If you do get a girlfriend, you probably won't even want your mom anymore. If I'd known Xiaolin was so disobedient, I would have had a daughter!" Mom teased, pretending to be angry.

"...No way," I said, speechless. Actually, I just didn't want to be with adults. Oh well, going with my pretty mom is fine too.

And on the newspaper beneath the coupon, which neither my mother nor I noticed, was a report about several prisoners in Y City who had recently escaped from prison by digging tunnels…

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I slept until noon on Saturday morning; my mother had to wake me up. In winter, it's so comfortable to stay in bed. As I got up to wash, I heard my mother cooking in the kitchen… Lunchtime already?

“You lazybones, hurry up! We’ll leave after lunch,” my mother’s voice came from the kitchen.

“Okay, almost done.” The house looked spotless; it seemed my mother had gotten up early to clean.

In the afternoon, my mom and I finally set off in my dad's old car. Mom was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, just light-colored sweatpants and sneakers. She seemed to be in a good mood today, her eyes were always smiling.

The sky was a bit overcast, thankfully it didn't rain, although the weather forecast said there would be no rain today, I don't know if that's true.

Yunshan Scenic Area is about an hour's drive from my city, Z. The closer you get to Yunshan, the more winding and rugged the road becomes. It's mostly majestic mountains and ridges, the roads are built high up on the mountainside. Because it's relatively remote, few cars travel on this road on weekdays, mostly small cars on road trips, so it's quite safe.

My mother usually drives very slowly, looking at the lush green forest around us, smelling the fresh air, and hearing the sounds of insects and birds that we never hear in the city, with the misty clouds swirling around the distant mountain peaks… This place is quite pleasant… Suddenly, there was a loud thud from under the car, and my mother quickly stopped.

My mother and I got out of the car and saw that we had just hit and killed a small animal that looked like a mouse. The animal's blood was still stuck to the car tire.

"Tsk, how tragic, it died with its eyes wide open," the carcass of the small animal lay not far from the car.

"Xiaolin, go get a bottle of mineral water and wash the tires, they look awful." My mother just frowned and then ordered me to do it.

"It's me again... This is disgusting." I had no choice but to wash the blood off the tires with water and then kick the small animal's carcass off the cliff.

After finishing all that, we continued on our way. Mom seemed quite calm, as if nothing had happened. However, hitting and killing a small animal right after leaving the house didn't seem like a good omen...

After driving for a while, we finally arrived at the foot of Yunshan Scenic Area. There were so many people today, a bustling and lively crowd. Some were taking pictures, others were buying souvenirs. After parking the car, Mom and I first went to book our accommodation for the night at a farmhouse. Then Mom went to the temple on Yunshan to offer incense, so I had to go with her.

When we reached a very wide lake, I saw all sorts of lanterns. The area was quite large; the lantern festival was actually on the lake! It was daytime now, but it must be very beautiful at night. With so many people here today, it must be very lively.

Yunshan is vast, and it took my mom and me nearly half an hour to walk along the winding mountain path to reach the temple. Everyone says this temple is very efficacious, and many people come to burn incense. When we arrived, my mom had to wait in line to burn incense, and her beautiful face attracted quite a few stares. I felt very proud. My

mom looked very devout while burning incense; her eyes were slightly closed, and her beautiful face held an expression of expectation. At that moment, she looked so peaceful and holy.

After burning incense, my mom suggested we go to the giant rock scenic area at the top of the mountain to take pictures. We walked for about twenty more minutes, but our luck seemed to be bad. Halfway there, it started to drizzle. The weather forecast was indeed inaccurate.

The rain was getting heavier, and there were practically no tourists on the road; they had all run off to find shelter. My mom and I had only walked halfway, and we estimated we'd have to get soaked for another half hour before reaching the farmhouse at the foot of the mountain.

"Son, look, there's an empty house over there. Let's go take shelter," my mom said, her sharp eyes spotting a house in the distance. Perhaps worried I'd catch a cold, she pulled me by the hand and led me towards a mud house some distance from the mountain path.

"I see it! Let me go first, Mom. Be careful, the path is slippery," I said, clearing the way for my mom, not wanting her to get completely soaked.

The house was in a very remote location, and the doorknob was broken, so we went straight inside. I heard that years ago, the government relocated the farmers from the mountain to other places or down below to protect the environment, which is why there are so many empty houses like this on the mountain.

The house wasn't big, with two rooms and a kitchen piled high with wood. The outer room was empty, while the inner room contained only a very simple wooden bed, without any bedding, and a hanging light bulb that I wasn't sure if it would even work.

Although rudimentary, the house was well-preserved, looked sturdy, and had no damage. It could certainly provide shelter from the rain. However, I noticed a pile of burnt charcoal in the inner room, perhaps from other tourists.

The rain was pouring down, the pattering sound audible even inside the house. My mother took a mirror out of her bag and started combing her slightly damp hair. Feeling bored, I took out my phone to play games. Just then, I heard a creak, as if someone had pushed open the broken door. A middle-aged man of average build, wearing mismatched t-shirts and pants, and bald, walked in. He looked haggard, wore glasses, and had a somewhat refined appearance. He seemed taken aback when he saw us.

"Hello, it's raining so hard outside, we came in to take shelter from the rain... Are you too?" my mother greeted us politely.

"Okay...we're taking shelter from the rain...I'm taking shelter from the rain too..." The middle-aged man with glasses couldn't take his eyes off my mother's beautiful appearance; his blatant gaze was repulsive.

"Oh...is that so? Then let's all wait together." My mother also felt uncomfortable under that blatant gaze and quickly turned her face towards me. He didn't seem like a bad person, and the atmosphere became somewhat tense.

I didn't want to be with this slovenly and rude guy, and I felt a bit disgusted by him. Suddenly, something occurred to me.

"Mom, how about I call the people at the farmhouse down the mountain and ask them to bring an umbrella up?

Waiting like this isn't working." "Okay, go ahead and call. Hmm... get one for this uncle too." Mom is a nice person, but she doesn't want to be with that man.

The middle-aged man's eyelids seemed to twitch when he heard I was going to make a call, but I didn't notice. Just as I picked up the phone to dial, something hit my head, and in the instant I passed out, all I saw was Mom's panicked face… Damn

it… and then I passed out.

When I regained some consciousness, I found myself tied to a thick piece of wood. In the dim light, I realized I was in the kitchen of that mud house, surrounded by discarded pieces of wood.

"Mom, Mom, where are you?" My biggest worry was my mother, and I shouted at the top of my lungs.

After a while, the bespectacled kidnapper came in and roughly stuffed a soft, fragrant white object into my mouth.

"Little boy, doesn't your mom's underwear smell good? Uncle just played with it, now you can play with it... hahahahahaha!" The kidnapper laughed maniacally; he was definitely a pervert.

The kidnapper seemed to be taking me to the inner room, but the wooden beam binding me was huge and heavy. My hands and feet were tightly bound together, making me feel like a sandbag; I had no balance whatsoever. The perverted kidnapper dragged and shoved me into the inner room, and as soon as we entered, I was kicked to the ground. I fell heavily to the floor, my head spinning.

"Son, son… Waaah… What do you want to do to my son? I beg you, let us go! We'll give you money, anything!" I heard my mother's pitiful pleas.

I looked in her direction, and a surge of anger rushed to my head. I was filled with anxiety, anger, shame, and rage.

My mother was tied to a wooden chair with only three legs. Her feet were tied together, and her hands were tied behind her back. Her hair was disheveled, and her face, streaked with tears, was full of exhaustion. Her collar was torn open, revealing her white breasts and a black lace bra that was half pulled off.

My mother's pants were loose, as if she had just put them on, and she was missing a shoe. Red marks were visible on her fair skin from the rope binding them. There was sticky liquid around her small mouth and on her clothes; she looked utterly disheveled and miserable. I howled in anguish and fury, but my mouth was gagged by my mother's underwear, and I couldn't move.

My mother's chair was shaking violently; she seemed to want to move towards me, but she was tied too tightly, and she nearly fell several times.

I never imagined this seemingly refined middle-aged man was such a scoundrel, a complete beast. I can't believe my mother and I would encounter such an incredibly unlucky thing. God is such a bastard!

"Beautiful lady, how will you thank me for reuniting you and your child?" The kidnapper's hands kneaded my mother's breasts, then two fingers tightly pinched her slightly protruding nipples.

"Please, please let us go! We promise we won't say a word once we get out. I already agreed to your request, I beg you..." My mother didn't dare look at me, biting her lip, letting the kidnapper grope her.

"No, madam, your body doesn't say that. Look how hard your nipples are, such tempting fruit. I want to thrust into you again...hehehehe." The kidnapper's movements became increasingly rough and violent.

"Please...don't...do this," Mom pleaded, her face contorted in pain.

"Ugh...ugh..." I strained with all my might, the heavy log behind me swaying and thumping against the ground with a series of loud crashes. I felt utterly powerless and helpless.

The kidnapper ignored me completely. My protests seemed to only fuel his lust. He thrust his dark, ugly penis towards Mom's sexy little mouth.

"Come on, give me a blowjob like you did before. Show your son all your bedroom skills, let him see how slutty you are as a mother, let him see how you, this little slut, serve me. I get so hard just seeing a beautiful lady like you, it's so exciting!" The kidnapper grabbed the mother's hair and spoke somewhat rudely.

The mother knew I was there, but she didn't obey the kidnapper's orders. Instead, she kept her lips tightly closed, glaring at the kidnapper with hatred, refusing to utter

a word. "You slut!" Then, "slap!" The kidnapper slapped the mother, but she remained unmoved.

"Hehe... I don't like disobedient mothers. You're a real beauty, even your hatred for me is so beautiful. You're a real beauty, but you're more fun to play with." As he spoke, the kidnapper picked up a piece of wood and walked towards me.

"Oh my god... you... what are you going to do? Don't hurt my son!" My mother seemed to sense something was wrong and cried out loudly.

"Since mothers are disobedient, let sons make mothers obedient." The kidnapper laughed wildly as if he remembered something.

Before he could finish speaking, the crazy kidnapper started punching and kicking me. My whole body was like a sandbag, being beaten painfully. I couldn't dodge, and I was beaten so badly that I could barely scream.

"Please, please don't hurt my son... He's dying... Please stop hitting him... Please stop hitting him... I'll do whatever you say... Waaah... He's just a child... Waaah..." The mother cried and screamed, her heart breaking at the sight of me being beaten.

"You should have listened to me earlier. I'm a very reasonable person. Look at this little brat being beaten. It's all your fault as his mother, isn't it, beautiful lady?" The perverted kidnapper said with an unusual smile.

"If you don't satisfy me, I might accidentally kill your precious son later if I'm in a bad mood. Don't blame me then." The kidnapper brought his erect penis to the mother's lips, rubbing it against them.

My mother bit her lip. Hearing his threat, she hesitated for a moment, then tightly closed her eyes. As if she had made a decision, she resignedly opened her mouth and, without any pretense, swallowed half of the kidnapper's penis in front of me.

My mother really swallowed the kidnapper's penis. An indescribable sense of shame made my face burn red. Although I found it hard to accept, I was helpless. I was overwhelmed with shame. I deserved to die!

"Ah...it's...so...good...ah...so good," the kidnapper said, his words slurred with pleasure.

The mother kept her eyes tightly closed, her small mouth almost open to the maximum to barely swallow the dark and ugly penis. The mother's head moved slightly back and forth, the penis that was swallowed would be spat out and then put back in, repeating the in-and-out motion over and over again. At the kidnapper's instruction, the mother would also lick the penis horizontally back and forth with her tongue, like eating a delicious popsicle. Every now and then, her saliva would drip from the penis, dripping onto the ground with a lewd scent.

Nothing could have shocked and humiliated me more than this moment. This was the first time I had ever seen my mother perform oral sex, and it was on the crotch of that utterly despicable kidnapper. I had no idea that my mother was so skilled at oral sex, no less than the women in those pornographic movies.

"You little brat, you're so... ah... so fucking lucky to have such a horny mother. Watch how your mom licks your uncle's mouth, licks him until he... ah... yes, right there... licks his balls too... ah... just like that, take it in." The kidnapper, somewhat excited, held the mother's head, as if trying to make her take it in deeper, while saying shameless things, seemingly enjoying this perverse pleasure.

The mother, perhaps hearing the kidnapper's words, felt ashamed, her face flushed red, from her face all the way to her neck, but instead of resisting, she just... With my eyes tightly shut, I let the black penis fill my mother's small mouth.

The quiet room was filled with the "hissing" sounds of my mother diligently licking the black penis, which also sounded like she was sucking saliva. Even I felt my lower body starting to stir, seemingly unable to resist the temptation of my mother's lewd aura. I felt extremely ashamed for my body reacting, and closed my eyes again, but the extremely seductive licking sounds pierced my ears. Reality told me that my mother was now diligently licking someone else's penis. My mother's skillful tongue, my mother's submissive expression, and my mother's beautiful features all flashed through my mind.

"Ah...come...coming...Madam...give it all to me...swallow it all..." The kidnapper seemed to be enjoying himself immensely, pressing his penis firmly against Mom's mouth, trembling violently, while Mom's expression was one of pain.

"Gag," Mom retched for a moment, white semen flowing from her mouth, onto her body and legs.

I shook myself violently again, expressing my immense anger, but it was all in vain. For the first time in over a decade, I felt so powerless...

My mother didn't dare look at me, her beautiful eyes still closed, tears streaming down her face, as if she had committed a heinous crime. Her disheveled dark brown hair, her rapid breathing, and the glistening drool at the corner of her mouth, combined with her pitiful appearance, made me think that my mother possessed a kind of lewd beauty.

"All mothers in this world are indeed sluts. I knew it long ago. Mothers are all lowly bitches, all begging to be fucked... all of them are..." The kidnapper seemed to remember something, standing to the side rambling incoherently. His once somewhat refined face now looked incredibly terrifying, evil, and ferocious, exuding an aura of great danger.

My mother and I felt our hearts sink to the bottom. This kidnapper was not only a pervert but also mentally unstable. It seemed like things were going to end badly for

us today. "Beautiful lady, your oral skills are truly captivating. I, Zhang, have witnessed it all today. Now... it's this kid's turn." The kidnapper's tone changed again as he regained his senses, but the more he did so, the more uneasy I felt.

"What do you want to do? Please don't hurt my son..." The mother seemed to sense the danger as well, opening her eyes and staring intently at the kidnapper, afraid that he would hurt me...

"I'm so happy today, hehe, let's play a game, let the boy see what kind of person his mother is, see his mother's true face, hehehehe," the kidnapper laughed in a way that sent chills down my spine.

The mad kidnapper first stood up the large wooden beam that was tightly bound behind me, making me stand upright against the wall. Then he went over and loosened the rope around my mother's waist, allowing her to stand up, but he didn't untie the ropes on her hands and feet. He forced my frail mother in front of me.

"Seeing your excellent performance, Mom, your son's penis must be hard by now. So now, Madam, give your beloved son oral sex, lick your son's penis, let me see this heartwarming mother-son scene, hehehe...hahahaha!" The kidnapper laughed maniacally, oblivious to his own madness.

How could I do that? That's incest!

I struggled and resisted with all my might. How could I let my beloved mother do such a despicable thing to me? She is my mother, my mother! I know how much my mother loves me, her only son. I was afraid that my mother would do something foolish. I was young and hot-blooded, and I would rather die than humiliate my mother. I should protect my mother.

My mother was stunned. She stood there in front of me, completely bewildered. After all, she was just a fragile woman. Reason told her she absolutely could not commit incest with her son. But this kidnapper was a complete madman. At this point, if she didn't listen to him, the consequences would be unimaginable. She was caught between a rock and a hard place. Compared to all dignity, it seemed my mother was willing to give everything for me...

The kidnapper picked up a very old wooden bucket from the corner and filled it more than halfway with water from a somewhat dirty water tank. He placed the bucket next to my mother and me.

"Madam, it hasn't even started yet. Let me see how much a mother loves her son. Just thinking about it is intoxicating..." The kidnapper took a deep breath, seemingly lost in reverie, and began to ramble on.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot to explain the rules... Hehe, this barrel leaks at the bottom. If your son hasn't ejaculated by the time the water runs out, then I'm sorry, I'll fill the barrel with your son's blood. I'm sure you won't test my patience, Madam." With that, the kidnapper sat down in the chair his mother had just been sitting in, looking like he was waiting to see a good show.

The kidnapper didn't seem to be joking; water began to slowly overflow from the bottom of the barrel next to him, and the ground slowly became damp.

I shook my head angrily, trying to tell my mother not to do this, but her eyes were filled with pain and determination. I couldn't understand what my mother was thinking, but I could sense that she had already prioritized things.

"Xiaolin, as long as you can live, I'd die for you. Remember, no matter what happens, you must live. You are everything to me. I'm already dirty... it doesn't matter anymore. Maybe this is my fate," my mother murmured calmly to me.

Then, without a word or a movement, my mother, without any hesitation, knelt between my legs and used her mouth to unzip my pants. The sound of her mouth pulling down the zipper, a "squeak," seemed to unlock the door to the desire buried deep within me. My mother's mouth was the key to unlocking my desire, and my already rock-hard penis sprang out from the gap in my underwear, large and erect, radiating a murderous aura, as if waiting for soft caresses.

I was filled with shame, but no matter how much I tried to control myself, my penis showed no sign of abating; in fact, it even stood up a little more.

My mother was like a little girl waiting for a lollipop. As soon as my penis appeared, my mother, who was kneeling on the ground, couldn't wait to take it into her warm, moist, and tightly wrapped little mouth. That feeling!!

That feeling... although morality urged me to calm down, it was just so incredibly pleasurable...

The instant my mother's tongue and mouth touched my penis... even though I knew it was sinful, it felt so good...

Now, my mother was like a servant to her husband, or like a prostitute serving a client, utterly shameless. She used every move she knew on my penis, licking and sucking without restraint, each time she swallowed and released, her fragrant tongue gently caressing the glans. A jolt of electric pleasure shot through my glans, especially when my mother sucked on my penis. With each suck, my penis throbbed—no, even my heart skipped a beat…

Shame made my face burn. I thought of my past mistakes, of my mother who would sternly criticize me, of my lazy studies, of my mother who would lecture me from a superior position, of my laziness at home… And now, my mother is still my mother, but she is more like a woman, a woman who needs a penis.

My mother, whom I held in utmost purity, was now kneeling beneath me, serving my penis with abandon. A feeling of depravity filled my mind, and my lower body uncontrollably hardened.

But my mother didn't seem to have let go of everything. I saw her face and neck flushed, even her ears were bright red. It seemed that the sin of giving her son oral sex deeply shamed her, but the more shameful she felt, the faster she sped up, even penetrating deep into her throat several times.

The exhilarating pleasure of having a penis in my mouth, the indescribable comfort, and the sense of depravity of knowing it was my mother giving me oral sex—all these things made me almost forget all my pain and confusion in my desperate situation. I recklessly enjoyed my mother's service. This pleasurable feeling was both stimulating and wonderful, making it impossible to extricate myself… …

Looking down, I saw my mother's full, white breasts, and her incredibly lewd profile as she earnestly performed oral sex on me. Although she suppressed her moans, the sound of my penis entering and leaving her mouth still stimulated my ears. In the end, my youthful self couldn't resist my mother's excellent oral sex service, and soon the pleasure of depravity surged towards my glans like a tidal wave.

"Ugh…" I groaned in my sleep with my mother's panties stuffed in my mouth, trembled, and ejaculated a large amount of pungent semen from my glans.

"Ah..." Mom cried out. Bound by her hands and feet, she couldn't escape. After a spasm, I ejaculated a large amount of semen onto her face. Her beautiful face was covered in my milky white semen, creating a sadistic and beautiful scene.

After ejaculating, I felt incredibly good. Mom knelt beside my thighs and quietly wiped her semen-covered face onto my pants.

"Wonderful, truly wonderful! Such touching maternal love, so nostalgic, reminds me of my own mother and me back then, but..." The perverted kidnapper clapped his hands, stood up from his chair, and walked over. He pointed to the wooden bucket that had been filled with water.

The water in the wooden bucket had long since drained out, but neither my mother nor I noticed. I was filled with anxiety, wondering what would happen next. God, why did my mother and I have to encounter such a madman!

"Beautiful lady, you were a step too slow. The boy only ejaculated after the water had finished flowing. So, I'm a man of my word, so...hehe." The mad kidnapper pulled a folding knife from his pants and slowly slashed towards my neck.

"Stop!" I don't know where my seemingly frail mother found the strength, but she shoved the kidnapper away, the knife tip leaving a shallow cut along my chin.

"Please...I'll do anything you say...I'll do anything...please have mercy, don't hurt my son." My disheveled mother shielded me behind her, pressing her back against me, afraid the kidnapper would get close.

In that critical moment, because my mother was pressed close to me, and the afterglow of our recent lewdness hadn't yet dissipated, my penis inexplicably hardened again.

"Hehe, my wife's love for her son is truly touching, but... oh... this kid can still get hard... haha... hahahaha..." The mad kidnapper didn't seem angry at all; he seemed quite amused by my re-erect penis.

"Son...I...I like your penis." The clever mother seemed to understand the perverted kidnapper's peculiar fetish. Before I could react, she knelt down again and licked my penis. Perhaps trying to please the kidnapper, she was especially diligent this time, not only penetrating deeper but also shamelessly making "mmm" sounds of satisfaction as she licked it.

My mother completely transformed herself into a slutty, wanton woman, diligently pleasing the kidnapper and sucking her son's sperm. Everything she did was for me!

"Ah...hahaha, so good, so good! My wife is not only sexy, but also understanding. I'm really impressed. I really can't bear to destroy her...I want to tame you into my one and only beautiful mother sex slave...ah...it's so intoxicating!" The kidnapper spoke insanely and insanely, his expression turning ferocious again. The

perverted kidnapper seemed to have gone a little crazy. He went behind his mother, pulled down her pants, and without saying a word, thrust his newly erect penis hard into her honey hole. The mother, unable to control herself, cried out, "Ah...mmm..."

Completely disregarding my mother's and my feelings, the kidnapper stood in front of me and brutally violated my mother. Not only that, he also slapped my mother's buttocks hard with his hands, and my mother's white buttocks quickly turned red.

"Ah... um... um... um..." My mother's head was resting on my stomach, and she groaned one after another as she was being violated. But my mother did not lose her mind. Instead...

while pretending to groan, my mother bit the rope on my stomach!

My mother's head and hair blocked the kidnapper's view. I could feel her biting the knot in the rope around my stomach. My mind cleared up instantly. It seemed my mother was thinking about how to protect me, while I...

The kidnapper started yelling and became excited. He untied the rope from my mother's feet, pushed her against the wall, and then lifted one of her legs high onto his hand, making her pound into him like a dog urinating. If my mother hadn't practiced dancing regularly and had good ligaments, she probably would have strained her back long ago.

The mother's full breasts trembled and swayed in the air with each rise and fall, tracing round and round shapes that made one's mouth dry. Her alluring and seductive expression seemed to invite one to ravage and violate her. Her hair, swaying with the rise and fall of her body, fell loosely over her shoulders and face, reflecting the desire of a mature woman. Coupled with her sweet and seductive moans, it gave one an immense stimulation, making one want to conquer this beauty completely with more intense thrusts.

"You filthy mother, I'm going to fuck you to death, I'm going to fuck you to death, you slut!" the kidnapper ravaged, unleashing his bestial lust on the mother.

By this time, I had completely calmed down. Thankfully, my mother had loosened the rope. I used all my strength, twisting and turning, which made the rope even looser. Just as I was struggling, I lost my balance from the wooden block behind me due to excessive force and fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Damn it, if that kidnapper turned around and saw the loosened rope, he was definitely dead!

"Ah...I want...um...don't stop...fuck me harder...I...ah...I'm just a slut...I like your big cock...ah...um...I...want it so much..." In the nick of time, to avoid being discovered by the kidnappers, my mother, who had been watching me closely, uttered lewd words. Her flushed face and dazed eyes enhanced her allure, and she unabashedly moaned loudly, wantonly teasing the kidnappers.

"You're absolutely gorgeous, Mom, my dear Mom, I'm going to fuck you to death, I'm going to fuck you to death, you charming little slut!" The kidnapper increased the force of his penis, the sound of his penis hitting her honey hole "slap...slap..." echoing throughout the room, unbearable to the ears... The kidnapper seemed to be a little out of control because of his mother's teasing.

I was struggling with the log and rope on the ground, my hands almost numb from pulling so hard to break free of the knot. Thankfully, the rope was finally loosening. Just as the kidnapper was about to climax, pinning my mother against the wall, I finally broke free of the rope. After quietly untying the rope around my feet, I picked up the broken log and, with all my strength and rage, stabbed the kidnapper in the back. My face must have been incredibly grotesque and twisted at that moment!

"Ah... I'm going to kill you..." A bloodcurdling scream rang out as the wooden stick pierced the kidnapper's back. The kidnapper shoved me aside and stumbled towards the door. I wasn't about to let him get away, and I unleashed a flurry of punches on his head.

"Bro..." During the struggle, the kidnapper stabbed my leg with his knife. Blood was streaming from his nose, and the kidnapper, with his still-bleeding back, seized the opportunity to run to the door, kicking aside the wooden stake propping it up, and fled. I endured the pain in my leg and tried to chase after him.

"Xiaolin... don't go... Waaah... Waaah..." But my mother grabbed me, cradled my head, and burst into tears on my shoulder.

"Mom... I'm here, don't be afraid..." I hugged my mother back, trying to comfort her, but my heart was heavy with complicated emotions.

My mother held me and cried for a long time, as if she wanted to cry out all the shame and grievances she had endured…

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Later, my mother and I went out to report it to the police. The kidnapper was injured and was caught not far away. The police told us that the kidnapper was one of the prisoners who had escaped from prison, a perverted murderer. I heard that he had killed his own parents. The police also found a body in the mud behind the mud house, most likely killed by the kidnapper. My mother and I tacitly avoided mentioning the incestuous relationship, only saying that we had been kidnapped. As for money...

my mom and I had no desire to stay in Yunshan anymore. We drove back to the city overnight, arriving around 2 or 3 a.m. My mom and I looked disheveled. To avoid my dad noticing anything, my mom took me to a hotel to rest. We originally wanted to book two rooms, but only single rooms with double beds were available. So, my mom had to book a single room. And for some reason, my heart was pounding.

As soon as we entered the room, Mom couldn't wait to take a shower. The bathroom in this hotel room had thick glass; although you couldn't see inside, you could see her figure. Just seeing Mom's slender figure showering made me involuntarily think of what happened at Tsuchiya. My face turned red; I knew it was wrong, but the image wouldn't leave my mind.

When I finished showering, Mom was already asleep on the right side of the bed. I felt guilty and didn't dare look at her because my penis had been hard since the beginning. I lay on the left side of the bed, turned off the light, and the room was unusually quiet. Mom hadn't said a word to me the whole way. Well, what could she say? How could she say it…?

I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. Thinking about my mother's wanton behavior that day, and the unparalleled pleasure of her giving me oral sex, my penis was rock hard, like it had been injected with adrenaline. My usually strict, domineering mother was kneeling and licking her son's penis...

My mother is also a woman... A woman who needs a penis, I love my mother, and everything she did for me today proves that she loves me too. A decadent pleasure floods my mind, and I struggle internally… After a

long internal struggle, blushing, I go to my mother's bed, lie down beside her, and place my hand on her waist…

"Mom, are you asleep?"

"Ring..."

"Wow! It's holiday...it's holiday!

" "Let's go..."

"Xiao Lin, I'm leaving first, let's play ranked games together tonight..." Jiang Dong patted my shoulder, and before he could finish saying "ah," he rushed out of the classroom.

For us senior high school students, studying every day is really too boring, and the pressure from teachers and parents is huge. As soon as the holiday starts, everyone rushes out of this hellish place of school like they've been injected with chicken blood, and quite a few people even go out to eat and sing karaoke together to celebrate.

I originally wanted to go drinking and eating with my classmates, but I have to help my mom pack her things today...I can't...I took out my phone and started talking as I walked.

"Mom, are you in class? I've already finished school."

"Yes, that's right... I'm coming right now."

My mom used to be a music teacher at a school, but the school was merged, and after she quit, she got a job as a dance teacher at a training school through a friend's introduction, thanks to her dance background. She's been doing it ever since.

When I arrived at the building where my mom works, I took the elevator directly to the eleventh floor.

When I got to my mom's dance studio, it was warm and cozy with the heating on. I saw my mom's students sitting around her, and she was standing on tiptoe with her back to the mirror, slowly demonstrating one graceful ballet move after another.

My mother, nearing forty, shows no signs of aging, thanks to her lavish skincare routine. Everyone who has met her says she's beautiful, largely because she resembled the actress Zhao Yihuan when she was younger.

Long, arched eyebrows, a straight nose, cherry lips, and a full figure exemplified the charm of a beautiful woman. Her eyes, in particular, were clear and captivating, possessing an indescribable allure and charm. Compared to Zhao Yihuan, my mother may have lost some of her youthful exuberance, but she possesses a more refined and elegant mature woman's grace.

My mother's long, wavy hair styled beautifully, with straight hair and side-swept bangs that nicely framed her oval face. Her hair was dyed a dark brown, which, combined with her striking features and natural expression, gave her an ethereal and otherworldly air.

She was still wearing that tight-fitting black bodysuit for teaching; the black bodysuit contrasted beautifully with her fair skin, creating a refreshing and striking look.

My mother has maintained her figure exceptionally well due to years of dance practice. Although her breasts are not as perky as those of the young girls around her, they are more rounded and full. Her waving hands and arms exude a gentle feeling, and her fair thighs are slender and long from top to bottom, with a streamlined texture all the way to her ankles.

Compared to the young female students who were also mothers around, my mother, although only about 1.6 meters tall, had a more curvaceous figure, with a prominent bust and buttocks. Her buttocks, having given birth, were also unusually round and full. Age did not hold her back; on the contrary, it added to her charm and femininity. When my good friend Jiang Dong first met my mother, he said that she was an incredibly beautiful young woman and that I must have accumulated a lot of good karma in my past life to have such a beautiful mother.

Back in the day, so many guys were after my mom, but she still fell for my honest and down-to-earth dad. Even though my mom is so beautiful, I, her son, am not handsome at all, which is really frustrating. Luckily, I love playing basketball, so I'm pretty strong. At 1.76 meters tall, I'm a head taller than my mom, and my grades in school are just so-so.

Because my mom is so beautiful, I'm very picky about girls. I glanced at the girls, and sigh… only two or three were decent-looking; the rest were awful. One even had a face full of acne.

My mom had actually seen me a while ago, but because she was coaching the girls, she didn't greet me. I waited for her in the hallway outside.

Not long after, Mom's workday ended, and she announced the end of class. The girls chattered away, a few glancing at me, whispering and giggling.

I know I'm not handsome, even a little ugly, and I've never had a girlfriend. Although I'm often teased, I'm used to it.

When Mom came out of the changing room, she had changed into her usual casual clothes: a wool sweater and a long black coat, nice black leggings, and black heeled boots—she looked quite stylish.

"Xiaolin, come here and help Mom take this desk back. Nobody wants it; it'll fit perfectly in your dad's study," Mom said, pointing to a somewhat old desk that was about half my height.

"This is so old and so heavy! Desks aren't expensive; why don't you just buy a new one?" I said, a little reluctant, seeing how much effort it would take to lift it.

"You never know how to save money! If you don't save, how will you afford school?" Mom rolled her eyes at me.

"This is such a hassle!" I tried to lift the desk; it wasn't particularly heavy, but I had to rest after walking a short distance.

"Oh dear, you're groaning even when you're helping your old lady," Mom pinched my waist.

"..."

After moving downstairs, my mom and I took a taxi. We sat in the back, and my mom took out her phone and started playing with it. Don't let her almost forty appearance fool you; she's a true 70s kid. She knows all the trendy things young people use, like QQ and WeChat. She's very fashionable.

I also took out my phone and played with it for a while, but then I got bored and started staring blankly at the scenery outside the car window.

The winter sky always darkens particularly quickly. Outside the car window, the city lights glowed neon. As the taxi moved, the light and shadows slid across my mother's face and body, creating an eerie effect. A waft of my mother's perfume, carrying a faint sandalwood scent, drifted over. Looking at the dazzling world, I felt an indescribable feeling.

As we got out of the taxi, the driver greedily glanced at my mom a few more times. I'm used to the way people look at my mom; after all, she's so beautiful. I don't know why, but whenever I see that kind of intense look in other people's eyes, I actually feel a sense of pride and satisfaction...

Luckily, our building has an elevator, otherwise, with this broken desk, I probably would have had to crawl up all twelve floors.

When my mom and I got home, my dad was already there. My dad is a very kind and gentle person. He works as an editor at a magazine and isn't very busy. He doesn't have many hobbies; he just likes reading the news, playing chess, and fishing is his favorite.

I could smell the aroma of food as soon as I entered the house. Besides not smoking or drinking, my dad's biggest advantage, I must say, is his incredible cooking skills. Even my mom has to admit defeat. My mom is the dominant one at home, and my dad does more housework than she does. He's completely under her thumb…

"Xiaolin, why didn't I see you bring any books home today?" During dinner, my dad adjusted his glasses, remembering this question.

"Ah… well… there are plenty of study materials at home, just focus on the important ones, it's okay."

"Him? He hasn't thought about studying at all! All he's thinking about is how to have fun during winter break."

"You know everything," I said, making a face at my mom.

"Hmph~ You came out of my belly, I know all about your little schemes," Mom rolled her eyes at me.

After dinner, I sat on the sofa to rest and saw a coupon for a farm stay in Yunshan on the low table.

"Dad, where did you get this coupon? Are you going to Yunshan?"

"It was given to me by the company, but I can't go. I'm working overtime on Saturday and Sunday. Why don't you and your mom go?"

"I'm too lazy to go. Farm stays aren't fun, they don't even have Wi-Fi there."

"All you do is surf the internet. The college entrance exam is almost here, and you're not worried at all," Mom said, tapping my forehead with her index finger. She picked up a coupon and looked at it.

"Your company is so generous this time, a 50% off coupon! Maybe I should sell it to a friend," Mom said, quite shrewd with money.

"Whatever you want. But I heard from a colleague that there's a lantern festival in Yunshan this year, it's supposed to be very lively," Dad said, washing dishes in the kitchen.

"Oh, I'm on holiday anyway, why don't I go? It'll be good to see what it's like. I haven't seen a lantern festival in years." Thinking of past lantern festivals, my curiosity was piqued; maybe I could ask a female classmate out or something.

"You're always running around. Mom wants to go see you too, so why don't I come with you?" Mom usually cares about me a lot

, maybe even too much. "No way... I just want to go alone. It's not comfortable with so many people," I said, frowning.

"You don't even have a girlfriend yet and you're already complaining about your mom. If you do get a girlfriend, you probably won't even want your mom anymore. If I'd known Xiaolin was so disobedient, I would have had a daughter!" Mom teased, pretending to be angry.

"...No way," I said, speechless. Actually, I just didn't want to be with adults. Oh well, going with my pretty mom is fine too.

And on the newspaper beneath the coupon, which neither my mother nor I noticed, was a report about several prisoners in Y City who had recently escaped from prison by digging tunnels…

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I slept until noon on Saturday morning; my mother had to wake me up. In winter, it's so comfortable to stay in bed. As I got up to wash, I heard my mother cooking in the kitchen… Lunchtime already?

“You lazybones, hurry up! We’ll leave after lunch,” my mother’s voice came from the kitchen.

“Okay, almost done.” The house looked spotless; it seemed my mother had gotten up early to clean.

In the afternoon, my mom and I finally set off in my dad's old car. Mom was wearing the same clothes as yesterday, just light-colored sweatpants and sneakers. She seemed to be in a good mood today, her eyes were always smiling.

The sky was a bit overcast, thankfully it didn't rain, although the weather forecast said there would be no rain today, I don't know if that's true.

Yunshan Scenic Area is about an hour's drive from my city, Z. The closer you get to Yunshan, the more winding and rugged the road becomes. It's mostly majestic mountains and ridges, the roads are built high up on the mountainside. Because it's relatively remote, few cars travel on this road on weekdays, mostly small cars on road trips, so it's quite safe.

My mother usually drives very slowly, looking at the lush green forest around us, smelling the fresh air, and hearing the sounds of insects and birds that we never hear in the city, with the misty clouds swirling around the distant mountain peaks… This place is quite pleasant… Suddenly, there was a loud thud from under the car, and my mother quickly stopped.

My mother and I got out of the car and saw that we had just hit and killed a small animal that looked like a mouse. The animal's blood was still stuck to the car tire.

"Tsk, how tragic, it died with its eyes wide open," the carcass of the small animal lay not far from the car.

"Xiaolin, go get a bottle of mineral water and wash the tires, they look awful." My mother just frowned and then ordered me to do it.

"It's me again... This is disgusting." I had no choice but to wash the blood off the tires with water and then kick the small animal's carcass off the cliff.

After finishing all that, we continued on our way. Mom seemed quite calm, as if nothing had happened. However, hitting and killing a small animal right after leaving the house didn't seem like a good omen...

After driving for a while, we finally arrived at the foot of Yunshan Scenic Area. There were so many people today, a bustling and lively crowd. Some were taking pictures, others were buying souvenirs. After parking the car, Mom and I first went to book our accommodation for the night at a farmhouse. Then Mom went to the temple on Yunshan to offer incense, so I had to go with her.

When we reached a very wide lake, I saw all sorts of lanterns. The area was quite large; the lantern festival was actually on the lake! It was daytime now, but it must be very beautiful at night. With so many people here today, it must be very lively.

Yunshan is vast, and it took my mom and me nearly half an hour to walk along the winding mountain path to reach the temple. Everyone says this temple is very efficacious, and many people come to burn incense. When we arrived, my mom had to wait in line to burn incense, and her beautiful face attracted quite a few stares. I felt very proud. My

mom looked very devout while burning incense; her eyes were slightly closed, and her beautiful face held an expression of expectation. At that moment, she looked so peaceful and holy.

After burning incense, my mom suggested we go to the giant rock scenic area at the top of the mountain to take pictures. We walked for about twenty more minutes, but our luck seemed to be bad. Halfway there, it started to drizzle. The weather forecast was indeed inaccurate.

The rain was getting heavier, and there were practically no tourists on the road; they had all run off to find shelter. My mom and I had only walked halfway, and we estimated we'd have to get soaked for another half hour before reaching the farmhouse at the foot of the mountain.

"Son, look, there's an empty house over there. Let's go take shelter," my mom said, her sharp eyes spotting a house in the distance. Perhaps worried I'd catch a cold, she pulled me by the hand and led me towards a mud house some distance from the mountain path.

"I see it! Let me go first, Mom. Be careful, the path is slippery," I said, clearing the way for my mom, not wanting her to get completely soaked.

The house was in a very remote location, and the doorknob was broken, so we went straight inside. I heard that years ago, the government relocated the farmers from the mountain to other places or down below to protect the environment, which is why there are so many empty houses like this on the mountain.

The house wasn't big, with two rooms and a kitchen piled high with wood. The outer room was empty, while the inner room contained only a very simple wooden bed, without any bedding, and a hanging light bulb that I wasn't sure if it would even work.

Although rudimentary, the house was well-preserved, looked sturdy, and had no damage. It could certainly provide shelter from the rain. However, I noticed a pile of burnt charcoal in the inner room, perhaps from other tourists.

The rain was pouring down, the pattering sound audible even inside the house. My mother took a mirror out of her bag and started combing her slightly damp hair. Feeling bored, I took out my phone to play games. Just then, I heard a creak, as if someone had pushed open the broken door. A middle-aged man of average build, wearing mismatched t-shirts and pants, and bald, walked in. He looked haggard, wore glasses, and had a somewhat refined appearance. He seemed taken aback when he saw us.

"Hello, it's raining so hard outside, we came in to take shelter from the rain... Are you too?" my mother greeted us politely.

"Okay...we're taking shelter from the rain...I'm taking shelter from the rain too..." The middle-aged man with glasses couldn't take his eyes off my mother's beautiful appearance; his blatant gaze was repulsive.

"Oh...is that so? Then let's all wait together." My mother also felt uncomfortable under that blatant gaze and quickly turned her face towards me. He didn't seem like a bad person, and the atmosphere became somewhat tense.

I didn't want to be with this slovenly and rude guy, and I felt a bit disgusted by him. Suddenly, something occurred to me.

"Mom, how about I call the people at the farmhouse down the mountain and ask them to bring an umbrella up?

Waiting like this isn't working." "Okay, go ahead and call. Hmm... get one for this uncle too." Mom is a nice person, but she doesn't want to be with that man.

The middle-aged man's eyelids seemed to twitch when he heard I was going to make a call, but I didn't notice. Just as I picked up the phone to dial, something hit my head, and in the instant I passed out, all I saw was Mom's panicked face… Damn

it… and then I passed out.

When I regained some consciousness, I found myself tied to a thick piece of wood. In the dim light, I realized I was in the kitchen of that mud house, surrounded by discarded pieces of wood.

"Mom, Mom, where are you?" My biggest worry was my mother, and I shouted at the top of my lungs.

After a while, the bespectacled kidnapper came in and roughly stuffed a soft, fragrant white object into my mouth.

"Little boy, doesn't your mom's underwear smell good? Uncle just played with it, now you can play with it... hahahahahaha!" The kidnapper laughed maniacally; he was definitely a pervert.

The kidnapper seemed to be taking me to the inner room, but the wooden beam binding me was huge and heavy. My hands and feet were tightly bound together, making me feel like a sandbag; I had no balance whatsoever. The perverted kidnapper dragged and shoved me into the inner room, and as soon as we entered, I was kicked to the ground. I fell heavily to the floor, my head spinning.

"Son, son… Waaah… What do you want to do to my son? I beg you, let us go! We'll give you money, anything!" I heard my mother's pitiful pleas.

I looked in her direction, and a surge of anger rushed to my head. I was filled with anxiety, anger, shame, and rage.

My mother was tied to a wooden chair with only three legs. Her feet were tied together, and her hands were tied behind her back. Her hair was disheveled, and her face, streaked with tears, was full of exhaustion. Her collar was torn open, revealing her white breasts and a black lace bra that was half pulled off.

My mother's pants were loose, as if she had just put them on, and she was missing a shoe. Red marks were visible on her fair skin from the rope binding them. There was sticky liquid around her small mouth and on her clothes; she looked utterly disheveled and miserable. I howled in anguish and fury, but my mouth was gagged by my mother's underwear, and I couldn't move.

My mother's chair was shaking violently; she seemed to want to move towards me, but she was tied too tightly, and she nearly fell several times.

I never imagined this seemingly refined middle-aged man was such a scoundrel, a complete beast. I can't believe my mother and I would encounter such an incredibly unlucky thing. God is such a bastard!

"Beautiful lady, how will you thank me for reuniting you and your child?" The kidnapper's hands kneaded my mother's breasts, then two fingers tightly pinched her slightly protruding nipples.

"Please, please let us go! We promise we won't say a word once we get out. I already agreed to your request, I beg you..." My mother didn't dare look at me, biting her lip, letting the kidnapper grope her.

"No, madam, your body doesn't say that. Look how hard your nipples are, such tempting fruit. I want to thrust into you again...hehehehe." The kidnapper's movements became increasingly rough and violent.

"Please...don't...do this," Mom pleaded, her face contorted in pain.

"Ugh...ugh..." I strained with all my might, the heavy log behind me swaying and thumping against the ground with a series of loud crashes. I felt utterly powerless and helpless.

The kidnapper ignored me completely. My protests seemed to only fuel his lust. He thrust his dark, ugly penis towards Mom's sexy little mouth.

"Come on, give me a blowjob like you did before. Show your son all your bedroom skills, let him see how slutty you are as a mother, let him see how you, this little slut, serve me. I get so hard just seeing a beautiful lady like you, it's so exciting!" The kidnapper grabbed the mother's hair and spoke somewhat rudely.

The mother knew I was there, but she didn't obey the kidnapper's orders. Instead, she kept her lips tightly closed, glaring at the kidnapper with hatred, refusing to utter

a word. "You slut!" Then, "slap!" The kidnapper slapped the mother, but she remained unmoved.

"Hehe... I don't like disobedient mothers. You're a real beauty, even your hatred for me is so beautiful. You're a real beauty, but you're more fun to play with." As he spoke, the kidnapper picked up a piece of wood and walked towards me.

"Oh my god... you... what are you going to do? Don't hurt my son!" My mother seemed to sense something was wrong and cried out loudly.

"Since mothers are disobedient, let sons make mothers obedient." The kidnapper laughed wildly as if he remembered something.

Before he could finish speaking, the crazy kidnapper started punching and kicking me. My whole body was like a sandbag, being beaten painfully. I couldn't dodge, and I was beaten so badly that I could barely scream.

"Please, please don't hurt my son... He's dying... Please stop hitting him... Please stop hitting him... I'll do whatever you say... Waaah... He's just a child... Waaah..." The mother cried and screamed, her heart breaking at the sight of me being beaten.

"You should have listened to me earlier. I'm a very reasonable person. Look at this little brat being beaten. It's all your fault as his mother, isn't it, beautiful lady?" The perverted kidnapper said with an unusual smile.

"If you don't satisfy me, I might accidentally kill your precious son later if I'm in a bad mood. Don't blame me then." The kidnapper brought his erect penis to the mother's lips, rubbing it against them.

My mother bit her lip. Hearing his threat, she hesitated for a moment, then tightly closed her eyes. As if she had made a decision, she resignedly opened her mouth and, without any pretense, swallowed half of the kidnapper's penis in front of me.

My mother really swallowed the kidnapper's penis. An indescribable sense of shame made my face burn red. Although I found it hard to accept, I was helpless. I was overwhelmed with shame. I deserved to die!

"Ah...it's...so...good...ah...so good," the kidnapper said, his words slurred with pleasure.

The mother kept her eyes tightly closed, her small mouth almost open to the maximum to barely swallow the dark and ugly penis. The mother's head moved slightly back and forth, the penis that was swallowed would be spat out and then put back in, repeating the in-and-out motion over and over again. At the kidnapper's instruction, the mother would also lick the penis horizontally back and forth with her tongue, like eating a delicious popsicle. Every now and then, her saliva would drip from the penis, dripping onto the ground with a lewd scent.

Nothing could have shocked and humiliated me more than this moment. This was the first time I had ever seen my mother perform oral sex, and it was on the crotch of that utterly despicable kidnapper. I had no idea that my mother was so skilled at oral sex, no less than the women in those pornographic movies.

"You little brat, you're so... ah... so fucking lucky to have such a horny mother. Watch how your mom licks your uncle's mouth, licks him until he... ah... yes, right there... licks his balls too... ah... just like that, take it in." The kidnapper, somewhat excited, held the mother's head, as if trying to make her take it in deeper, while saying shameless things, seemingly enjoying this perverse pleasure.

The mother, perhaps hearing the kidnapper's words, felt ashamed, her face flushed red, from her face all the way to her neck, but instead of resisting, she just... With my eyes tightly shut, I let the black penis fill my mother's small mouth.

The quiet room was filled with the "hissing" sounds of my mother diligently licking the black penis, which also sounded like she was sucking saliva. Even I felt my lower body starting to stir, seemingly unable to resist the temptation of my mother's lewd aura. I felt extremely ashamed for my body reacting, and closed my eyes again, but the extremely seductive licking sounds pierced my ears. Reality told me that my mother was now diligently licking someone else's penis. My mother's skillful tongue, my mother's submissive expression, and my mother's beautiful features all flashed through my mind.

"Ah...come...coming...Madam...give it all to me...swallow it all..." The kidnapper seemed to be enjoying himself immensely, pressing his penis firmly against Mom's mouth, trembling violently, while Mom's expression was one of pain.

"Gag," Mom retched for a moment, white semen flowing from her mouth, onto her body and legs.

I shook myself violently again, expressing my immense anger, but it was all in vain. For the first time in over a decade, I felt so powerless...

My mother didn't dare look at me, her beautiful eyes still closed, tears streaming down her face, as if she had committed a heinous crime. Her disheveled dark brown hair, her rapid breathing, and the glistening drool at the corner of her mouth, combined with her pitiful appearance, made me think that my mother possessed a kind of lewd beauty.

"All mothers in this world are indeed sluts. I knew it long ago. Mothers are all lowly bitches, all begging to be fucked... all of them are..." The kidnapper seemed to remember something, standing to the side rambling incoherently. His once somewhat refined face now looked incredibly terrifying, evil, and ferocious, exuding an aura of great danger.

My mother and I felt our hearts sink to the bottom. This kidnapper was not only a pervert but also mentally unstable. It seemed like things were going to end badly for

us today. "Beautiful lady, your oral skills are truly captivating. I, Zhang, have witnessed it all today. Now... it's this kid's turn." The kidnapper's tone changed again as he regained his senses, but the more he did so, the more uneasy I felt.

"What do you want to do? Please don't hurt my son..." The mother seemed to sense the danger as well, opening her eyes and staring intently at the kidnapper, afraid that he would hurt me...

"I'm so happy today, hehe, let's play a game, let the boy see what kind of person his mother is, see his mother's true face, hehehehe," the kidnapper laughed in a way that sent chills down my spine.

The mad kidnapper first stood up the large wooden beam that was tightly bound behind me, making me stand upright against the wall. Then he went over and loosened the rope around my mother's waist, allowing her to stand up, but he didn't untie the ropes on her hands and feet. He forced my frail mother in front of me.

"Seeing your excellent performance, Mom, your son's penis must be hard by now. So now, Madam, give your beloved son oral sex, lick your son's penis, let me see this heartwarming mother-son scene, hehehe...hahahaha!" The kidnapper laughed maniacally, oblivious to his own madness.

How could I do that? That's incest!

I struggled and resisted with all my might. How could I let my beloved mother do such a despicable thing to me? She is my mother, my mother! I know how much my mother loves me, her only son. I was afraid that my mother would do something foolish. I was young and hot-blooded, and I would rather die than humiliate my mother. I should protect my mother.

My mother was stunned. She stood there in front of me, completely bewildered. After all, she was just a fragile woman. Reason told her she absolutely could not commit incest with her son. But this kidnapper was a complete madman. At this point, if she didn't listen to him, the consequences would be unimaginable. She was caught between a rock and a hard place. Compared to all dignity, it seemed my mother was willing to give everything for me...

The kidnapper picked up a very old wooden bucket from the corner and filled it more than halfway with water from a somewhat dirty water tank. He placed the bucket next to my mother and me.

"Madam, it hasn't even started yet. Let me see how much a mother loves her son. Just thinking about it is intoxicating..." The kidnapper took a deep breath, seemingly lost in reverie, and began to ramble on.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot to explain the rules... Hehe, this barrel leaks at the bottom. If your son hasn't ejaculated by the time the water runs out, then I'm sorry, I'll fill the barrel with your son's blood. I'm sure you won't test my patience, Madam." With that, the kidnapper sat down in the chair his mother had just been sitting in, looking like he was waiting to see a good show.

The kidnapper didn't seem to be joking; water began to slowly overflow from the bottom of the barrel next to him, and the ground slowly became damp.

I shook my head angrily, trying to tell my mother not to do this, but her eyes were filled with pain and determination. I couldn't understand what my mother was thinking, but I could sense that she had already prioritized things.

"Xiaolin, as long as you can live, I'd die for you. Remember, no matter what happens, you must live. You are everything to me. I'm already dirty... it doesn't matter anymore. Maybe this is my fate," my mother murmured calmly to me.

Then, without a word or a movement, my mother, without any hesitation, knelt between my legs and used her mouth to unzip my pants. The sound of her mouth pulling down the zipper, a "squeak," seemed to unlock the door to the desire buried deep within me. My mother's mouth was the key to unlocking my desire, and my already rock-hard penis sprang out from the gap in my underwear, large and erect, radiating a murderous aura, as if waiting for soft caresses.

I was filled with shame, but no matter how much I tried to control myself, my penis showed no sign of abating; in fact, it even stood up a little more.

My mother was like a little girl waiting for a lollipop. As soon as my penis appeared, my mother, who was kneeling on the ground, couldn't wait to take it into her warm, moist, and tightly wrapped little mouth. That feeling!!

That feeling... although morality urged me to calm down, it was just so incredibly pleasurable...

The instant my mother's tongue and mouth touched my penis... even though I knew it was sinful, it felt so good...

Now, my mother was like a servant to her husband, or like a prostitute serving a client, utterly shameless. She used every move she knew on my penis, licking and sucking without restraint, each time she swallowed and released, her fragrant tongue gently caressing the glans. A jolt of electric pleasure shot through my glans, especially when my mother sucked on my penis. With each suck, my penis throbbed—no, even my heart skipped a beat…

Shame made my face burn. I thought of my past mistakes, of my mother who would sternly criticize me, of my lazy studies, of my mother who would lecture me from a superior position, of my laziness at home… And now, my mother is still my mother, but she is more like a woman, a woman who needs a penis.

My mother, whom I held in utmost purity, was now kneeling beneath me, serving my penis with abandon. A feeling of depravity filled my mind, and my lower body uncontrollably hardened.

But my mother didn't seem to have let go of everything. I saw her face and neck flushed, even her ears were bright red. It seemed that the sin of giving her son oral sex deeply shamed her, but the more shameful she felt, the faster she sped up, even penetrating deep into her throat several times.

The exhilarating pleasure of having a penis in my mouth, the indescribable comfort, and the sense of depravity of knowing it was my mother giving me oral sex—all these things made me almost forget all my pain and confusion in my desperate situation. I recklessly enjoyed my mother's service. This pleasurable feeling was both stimulating and wonderful, making it impossible to extricate myself… …

Looking down, I saw my mother's full, white breasts, and her incredibly lewd profile as she earnestly performed oral sex on me. Although she suppressed her moans, the sound of my penis entering and leaving her mouth still stimulated my ears. In the end, my youthful self couldn't resist my mother's excellent oral sex service, and soon the pleasure of depravity surged towards my glans like a tidal wave.

"Ugh…" I groaned in my sleep with my mother's panties stuffed in my mouth, trembled, and ejaculated a large amount of pungent semen from my glans.

"Ah..." Mom cried out. Bound by her hands and feet, she couldn't escape. After a spasm, I ejaculated a large amount of semen onto her face. Her beautiful face was covered in my milky white semen, creating a sadistic and beautiful scene.

After ejaculating, I felt incredibly good. Mom knelt beside my thighs and quietly wiped her semen-covered face onto my pants.

"Wonderful, truly wonderful! Such touching maternal love, so nostalgic, reminds me of my own mother and me back then, but..." The perverted kidnapper clapped his hands, stood up from his chair, and walked over. He pointed to the wooden bucket that had been filled with water.

The water in the wooden bucket had long since drained out, but neither my mother nor I noticed. I was filled with anxiety, wondering what would happen next. God, why did my mother and I have to encounter such a madman!

"Beautiful lady, you were a step too slow. The boy only ejaculated after the water had finished flowing. So, I'm a man of my word, so...hehe." The mad kidnapper pulled a folding knife from his pants and slowly slashed towards my neck.

"Stop!" I don't know where my seemingly frail mother found the strength, but she shoved the kidnapper away, the knife tip leaving a shallow cut along my chin.

"Please...I'll do anything you say...I'll do anything...please have mercy, don't hurt my son." My disheveled mother shielded me behind her, pressing her back against me, afraid the kidnapper would get close.

In that critical moment, because my mother was pressed close to me, and the afterglow of our recent lewdness hadn't yet dissipated, my penis inexplicably hardened again.

"Hehe, my wife's love for her son is truly touching, but... oh... this kid can still get hard... haha... hahahaha..." The mad kidnapper didn't seem angry at all; he seemed quite amused by my re-erect penis.

"Son...I...I like your penis." The clever mother seemed to understand the perverted kidnapper's peculiar fetish. Before I could react, she knelt down again and licked my penis. Perhaps trying to please the kidnapper, she was especially diligent this time, not only penetrating deeper but also shamelessly making "mmm" sounds of satisfaction as she licked it.

My mother completely transformed herself into a slutty, wanton woman, diligently pleasing the kidnapper and sucking her son's sperm. Everything she did was for me!

"Ah...hahaha, so good, so good! My wife is not only sexy, but also understanding. I'm really impressed. I really can't bear to destroy her...I want to tame you into my one and only beautiful mother sex slave...ah...it's so intoxicating!" The kidnapper spoke insanely and insanely, his expression turning ferocious again. The

perverted kidnapper seemed to have gone a little crazy. He went behind his mother, pulled down her pants, and without saying a word, thrust his newly erect penis hard into her honey hole. The mother, unable to control herself, cried out, "Ah...mmm..."

Completely disregarding my mother's and my feelings, the kidnapper stood in front of me and brutally violated my mother. Not only that, he also slapped my mother's buttocks hard with his hands, and my mother's white buttocks quickly turned red.

"Ah... um... um... um..." My mother's head was resting on my stomach, and she groaned one after another as she was being violated. But my mother did not lose her mind. Instead...

while pretending to groan, my mother bit the rope on my stomach!

My mother's head and hair blocked the kidnapper's view. I could feel her biting the knot in the rope around my stomach. My mind cleared up instantly. It seemed my mother was thinking about how to protect me, while I...

The kidnapper started yelling and became excited. He untied the rope from my mother's feet, pushed her against the wall, and then lifted one of her legs high onto his hand, making her pound into him like a dog urinating. If my mother hadn't practiced dancing regularly and had good ligaments, she probably would have strained her back long ago.

The mother's full breasts trembled and swayed in the air with each rise and fall, tracing round and round shapes that made one's mouth dry. Her alluring and seductive expression seemed to invite one to ravage and violate her. Her hair, swaying with the rise and fall of her body, fell loosely over her shoulders and face, reflecting the desire of a mature woman. Coupled with her sweet and seductive moans, it gave one an immense stimulation, making one want to conquer this beauty completely with more intense thrusts.

"You filthy mother, I'm going to fuck you to death, I'm going to fuck you to death, you slut!" the kidnapper ravaged, unleashing his bestial lust on the mother.

By this time, I had completely calmed down. Thankfully, my mother had loosened the rope. I used all my strength, twisting and turning, which made the rope even looser. Just as I was struggling, I lost my balance from the wooden block behind me due to excessive force and fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Damn it, if that kidnapper turned around and saw the loosened rope, he was definitely dead!

"Ah...I want...um...don't stop...fuck me harder...I...ah...I'm just a slut...I like your big cock...ah...um...I...want it so much..." In the nick of time, to avoid being discovered by the kidnappers, my mother, who had been watching me closely, uttered lewd words. Her flushed face and dazed eyes enhanced her allure, and she unabashedly moaned loudly, wantonly teasing the kidnappers.

"You're absolutely gorgeous, Mom, my dear Mom, I'm going to fuck you to death, I'm going to fuck you to death, you charming little slut!" The kidnapper increased the force of his penis, the sound of his penis hitting her honey hole "slap...slap..." echoing throughout the room, unbearable to the ears... The kidnapper seemed to be a little out of control because of his mother's teasing.

I was struggling with the log and rope on the ground, my hands almost numb from pulling so hard to break free of the knot. Thankfully, the rope was finally loosening. Just as the kidnapper was about to climax, pinning my mother against the wall, I finally broke free of the rope. After quietly untying the rope around my feet, I picked up the broken log and, with all my strength and rage, stabbed the kidnapper in the back. My face must have been incredibly grotesque and twisted at that moment!

"Ah... I'm going to kill you..." A bloodcurdling scream rang out as the wooden stick pierced the kidnapper's back. The kidnapper shoved me aside and stumbled towards the door. I wasn't about to let him get away, and I unleashed a flurry of punches on his head.

"Bro..." During the struggle, the kidnapper stabbed my leg with his knife. Blood was streaming from his nose, and the kidnapper, with his still-bleeding back, seized the opportunity to run to the door, kicking aside the wooden stake propping it up, and fled. I endured the pain in my leg and tried to chase after him.

"Xiaolin... don't go... Waaah... Waaah..." But my mother grabbed me, cradled my head, and burst into tears on my shoulder.

"Mom... I'm here, don't be afraid..." I hugged my mother back, trying to comfort her, but my heart was heavy with complicated emotions.

My mother held me and cried for a long time, as if she wanted to cry out all the shame and grievances she had endured…

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Later, my mother and I went out to report it to the police. The kidnapper was injured and was caught not far away. The police told us that the kidnapper was one of the prisoners who had escaped from prison, a perverted murderer. I heard that he had killed his own parents. The police also found a body in the mud behind the mud house, most likely killed by the kidnapper. My mother and I tacitly avoided mentioning the incestuous relationship, only saying that we had been kidnapped. As for money...

my mom and I had no desire to stay in Yunshan anymore. We drove back to the city overnight, arriving around 2 or 3 a.m. My mom and I looked disheveled. To avoid my dad noticing anything, my mom took me to a hotel to rest. We originally wanted to book two rooms, but only single rooms with double beds were available. So, my mom had to book a single room. And for some reason, my heart was pounding.

As soon as we entered the room, Mom couldn't wait to take a shower. The bathroom in this hotel room had thick glass; although you couldn't see inside, you could see her figure. Just seeing Mom's slender figure showering made me involuntarily think of what happened at Tsuchiya. My face turned red; I knew it was wrong, but the image wouldn't leave my mind.

When I finished showering, Mom was already asleep on the right side of the bed. I felt guilty and didn't dare look at her because my penis had been hard since the beginning. I lay on the left side of the bed, turned off the light, and the room was unusually quiet. Mom hadn't said a word to me the whole way. Well, what could she say? How could she say it…?

I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. Thinking about my mother's wanton behavior that day, and the unparalleled pleasure of her giving me oral sex, my penis was rock hard, like it had been injected with adrenaline. My usually strict, domineering mother was kneeling and licking her son's penis...

My mother is also a woman... A woman who needs a penis, I love my mother, and everything she did for me today proves that she loves me too. A decadent pleasure floods my mind, and I struggle internally… After a

long internal struggle, blushing, I go to my mother's bed, lie down beside her, and place my hand on her waist…

"Mom, are you asleep?"

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