Mom at the vegetable market

When I was six years old, my father fell seriously ill. During his illness, he craved carrots, but carrots were very expensive at the time. Our family had already spent all our money on his illness and was even tens of thousands of yuan in debt. My mother and I usually ate cornbread made from cornmeal given to us by neighbors, along with our own salted vegetables. We simply couldn't afford carrots. But my mother loved my father deeply. Seeing his pitiful state, not knowing how much longer he would live, she steeled her heart and decided to buy him carrots at the market that day. That day was the hottest day of summer. The scorching sun beat down relentlessly, baking the earth. Even indoors, if you didn't move, sweat would pour down your face; imagine the sweat pouring down your face when you were squeezing through the crowds at the market.

That day, my mother wore a pale yellow, semi-transparent, short-sleeved, low-cut blouse over a small bra, a black silk pleated skirt over small pale yellow trousers, and high-heeled sandals.

Speaking of which, I must mention my mother. Even now, despite what I'm about to say, I'm still proud to have such a mother. She was incredibly beautiful: she had skin as white as snow.

At 1.65 meters tall, her long, shapely legs were the stuff of imagination. Her full, firm breasts stood tall, swaying gently with her movements. Because of the heat and excessive sweating, her clothes clung tightly to her body, revealing her two pink, peanut-sized nipples. Her skirt also clung tightly to her buttocks, her two sexy hips taut. Beneath the skirt, her rounded buttocks curved upwards in a beautiful arc, and her long, shapely legs were bare, her fair thighs exposed. My mother possessed a unique, full, mature, and elegant charm that was incredibly alluring. Whenever I looked at her, my penis would involuntarily harden, even though I was only six years old and didn't understand anything about men's affairs.

When we arrived at the market, we parked our bikes and started looking for a carrot vendor. There were too many people, so we headed towards a less crowded area. But I noticed some people seemed to be pushing and shoving against my mother; some men were pulling at her tucked-in blouse, and one man in his forties was even touching her buttocks with his large, hairy hands.

Strangely, my mother seemed oblivious, simply keeping her head down and leading me forward. We circled the market until we reached the very edge.

Seeing us approach, the carrot vendor's eyes lit up, and he quickly greeted us: "Sister, want to buy carrots? Big, delicious, and reasonably priced." The carrot vendor was a robust man in his forties with a large beard. "How much?" my mother asked, squatting down in front of his stall while examining the carrots. At that moment, I noticed that the back of my mother's top had been pulled open. When she leaned forward, I could see her pale yellow panties through the back of her skirt. The panties were so small that a small part of her buttocks was showing. "Ten..." The bearded man stopped after saying only one word. My mother felt strange and looked up at the bearded man, only to find his eyes staring straight at her chest. I looked and saw that when my mother squatted down, her knees pushed her breasts up, and because her top neckline was very low, the upper part of her white breasts was exposed. If it weren't for her bra, her nipples would also be visible. My mother blushed and quickly spread her legs apart, tucking her breasts between them, and pulled up the neckline of her top to cover them. Then she leaned back and squatted straight. "Ten yuan a pound." The bearded man also felt embarrassed and quickly looked away. "Ten yuan?

That's too expensive! Can you make it cheaper?" the mother bargained.

"Brother, look, my husband is seriously ill, we don't know how many days he has left. We've already incurred tens of thousands of yuan in debt to treat him, I really have no money left, can you make it cheaper?"

the mother pleaded. "No, my whole family depends on this for a living!" the bearded man said, putting on airs and fiddling with the scale in his hand, refusing decisively. "Brother, please have mercy," the mother continued to plead, her head bowed.

"No..." the bearded man glanced at the mother again, and this time, his gaze was fixed on her. I found it strange, why was this bearded man staring at my mother's feet? I followed his gaze and saw that he wasn't looking at my mother's feet at all; he was clearly looking at my mother's... my mother's legs were spread apart, her two smooth thighs and her entire genitals were completely exposed. I noticed that the bearded man's legs began to swing open and close, and his crotch was being pushed up by something that looked like a stick, higher and higher, until his zipper was slightly open. "Well... how about this, you answer a few questions for me, and if I'm satisfied, I'll not only give you a discount, but I'll also give it to you for free." The bearded man withdrew his gaze, thought for a moment, and said. "Really? Then ask away?"

My mother was overjoyed; such a thing was possible! She thought the bearded man was doing a good deed. "Is it really the child's father who wants to eat carrots?" The bearded man asked seriously. "Yes." "Then do you and the child want to eat them?" The bearded man asked with concern. "Yes." "Then do you want to eat meat carrots?

Huh? Meat carrots?" My mother was puzzled and looked up at the bearded man. She saw him touching his crotch with one hand and holding a carrot in the other, gesturing towards my mother's crotch. Mother looked down and saw that she was sitting with her legs wide apart. She quickly squeezed them together, and two red clouds immediately rose to her cheeks. "This... Brother, can you ask me something else?" Mother asked softly. "No. You know, this radish of mine is the only one in the whole market. Of course, this meaty radish is also the only one in the whole market. You'd better think carefully before you eat it. Humph! Humph!!"

Mother didn't say anything, her head down, her face flushed. "Do you want it or not?" the bearded man asked again. Mother still didn't say anything, her head still down, biting a lock of her hair, as if she was thinking about something. I thought, what's wrong with Mother? She doesn't even want to eat a free carrot?! That's strange! If I knew what the bearded man meant, I wouldn't think like this. "Do you want it or not?" the bearded man pressed. Mother bit her hair and thought for a while, finally making up her mind. "Yes." Mother squeezed out a word through her teeth, her voice so low it was almost inaudible. "

That's right. I know what you want." The bearded man chuckled lewdly and stood up. "Little friend, come sit here with me," he beckoned. "Watch the stall for me. Your mother and I are going to the back to get some carrots for you. Make sure you watch the stall well." I happily sat down in his seat. My mother

glanced at me with her head down and followed the bearded man to the haystacks at the back. A few minutes later, I heard the bearded man and my mother talking through the haystack holes, followed by my mother's moans, which lasted for about forty minutes. After waiting a while longer, I still hadn't seen them return, and I started to get anxious. It was just to the back, why did it take so long? Where did they go to get carrots? Why aren't they back yet? Then I looked around. Huh? All the bearded man's things are here. Where else could he have taken my mother to get them? I walked in the direction they had gone. After a few steps, I heard a man and a woman's voices, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I turned around a haystack following the sound, and then the voice became clearer. "Wow, so good, so comfortable. Ah--hey-hey-fuck you to death--fuck you to death--I'm going to fuck your cunt raw"--a male voice, who else could it be but the bearded man? "Ah--ah--good brother, harder, so comfortable---harder--ah--ah--you're such a good radish, I haven't tasted what it's like for half a year."

Whose voice was that if not my mother's? I crouched down quietly and looked into the haystack. First, I saw several pieces of clothing lying on the ground: the bearded man's shirt, my mother's shirt and skirt, and her sandals were haphazardly thrown beside them. I looked up and saw the bearded man and my mother's right side. The bearded man was shirtless, bare-bottomed, with his legs wide apart, his pants pulled down to his right ankle; my mother's bra was pulled up above her breasts, her two large breasts completely exposed, and she, bare-bottomed, also had her legs spread wide, looking very comfortable. Each time the bearded man thrust, he didn't insert his penis all the way in at once, but first slowly inserted part of it. At this time, my mother let out a soft moan, and then he leaned back and thrust his buttocks forward, his thick penis plunging into my mother's legs, all the way in. My mother let out a cry, whether from pain or pleasure, but I think it was pleasure, because she was saying, "So comfortable! So comfortable!" Her expression also seemed very comfortable. The bearded man let out a long breath, pulled out his penis, and some sticky liquid flowed out as he withdrew. Some dripped directly down, some flowed down his penis onto his legs and then onto the ground, and some dripped from the folds of his mother's flesh, while some flowed down her legs. Several wet stains appeared on the ground, indistinguishable as sweat or something else.

Then, the bearded man began to thrust again, his thrusting becoming faster and faster. After more than ten minutes, the bearded man released his mother's breasts, held her waist tightly, and thrust his penis in and out rapidly. His mother closed her eyes, making continuous "ah ah" sounds, her breasts rolling up and down, slapping against her chest with a slapping sound. Suddenly, the bearded man pressed his lower abdomen tightly against his mother's buttocks, holding her tightly with both hands, and remained motionless.

As the bearded man's buttocks twitched involuntarily a few times, both of them cried out "Ahhh!" and collapsed onto the haystack, then onto the ground. They lay there panting heavily.

"How was it? Was my 'meat carrot' any good?" the bearded man asked, touching the mother's breast and kissing her. "Get lost, you jerk. Your grip hurts so much!" the mother said coquettishly. "Is your lower mouth comfortable?" the bearded man's hand then moved to the mother's wet, slippery vulva. "Don't laugh at me.

You've practically torn it apart! Your thing is so big, much bigger than my husband's. Of course it feels good, ahhh—my legs can't even close!" the mother whined. At that moment, the bearded man glanced at me, seemingly casually, and I quickly went back inside.

A while later, the two of them came out, laughing and talking. My mother's hair was messy, loosely tied up with a single blade of grass stuck in the end. Her blouse was completely exposed, not tucked into her skirt, and only the top two buttons were fastened. The bearded man walked behind her, one hand on her buttocks. I noticed that my mother's gait was a bit strange. Normally, she walked with her legs tightly together, a very ladylike walk, but now her legs were slightly apart, and she was limping. "Kid, you weren't waiting long, were you?" The bearded man walked up to me, patting my head. "You did a good job watching my stall, nothing was stolen. Here, this is a reward of fifty yuan. Don't tell anyone I asked you to watch my stall, keep it a secret for me, don't let people laugh at me for having a kid watch my stall." The bearded man took out fifty yuan and handed it to me. I turned around to take the money, my face directly in front of his crotch. As soon as I took a breath, I smelled a fishy, foul odor. I looked down and saw that the bearded man's zipper was undone. His small, white pants were soaking wet, and I could see his large penis curled up in a ball, the wet stain on his trousers continuing to spread. My gaze swept down, and there were a few drops of white, sticky fluid next to his zipper.

"How shameful! A grown man like you doesn't even know how to zip up your pants," I said, taking the money and teasing him. "Really?" The bearded man glanced at my mother, who was squatting down collecting carrots, and zipped up his pants. "By the way, why didn't you bring carrots?" I asked. "Let your mother eat them. She can vomit them up and give them to your father; it'll definitely cure his illness," the bearded man said, leering at my mother. "My mother ate them? Vomit them up and give them to my father to cure his illness??" I was puzzled and glanced at my mother. I saw her legs spread apart, the front of her underwear completely wet, and something pushing it forward.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, he's lying to you!" My mother's face flushed red. To me?

Soon, we had packed up the bearded man's carrots. He kept his word and gave us all his carrots. When we got to the parking spot, after checking that no one was around, my mother squatted down and took a carrot from under her skirt; it was wet and covered in slime. I was amazed. Could my mother do magic? I was about to ask her, but she waved me off, so I didn't. After my father ate those carrots, he quickly recovered. Just as the bearded man had said, the carrots he gave him really cured my father's illness. From then on, my father was very grateful for the carrots and often asked my mother to buy them for him. Before each meal, my mother would always find the thickest and longest carrot, wash it, and set it aside. In the middle of the night, she would take that carrot into the bathroom, sit in the bathtub, spread her legs, and insert the carrot between her legs, gently thrusting it in and out…

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