A promising son

In my heart, Xiao Cong has always been a promising son, even after his grades plummeted from eighth in the whole school to
forty-ninth in his class.
Xiao Cong is my pride and my lifelong hope; he will be an outstanding child!
I was certain of this when I decided to keep him and stay away from his heartless father.
His father is morally corrupt; of course, if his father were a decent person, Xiao Cong wouldn't exist. At that time, I
had just been assigned to work in a department after graduating from university. To achieve good grades, I rejected countless boys' advances in college
, never daring to cross the line. I finally managed to get a job in a municipal government agency with excellent grades, but unexpectedly,
I had to leave that prestigious, high-level unit in less than a year, all because of Xiao Cong's despicable father.
Xiao Cong's father was the head of my department at the time, and I heard he was a candidate for the second-tier department head position. He was also quite handsome
, and many girls in the department considered him their dream lover, except for me. I'm a very naive person, and I
would never fall in love with a married man like him. I always took his concern for me as the care a superior would show to a subordinate, or even an older brother
to a younger sister. So I also took care of him in the little things. When he was drunk, I would always pour him
a cup of tea and hand him a towel, since I had nowhere to go after work anyway, and the office was quiet enough to read a book.
Everything was normal. That day, he got drunk again with the department's inspectors and staggered back to his office
. I quickly poured him a strong cup of tea. If I could turn back time, I should have gone
to see a movie with Xiao Wang from the education department, who had been pursuing me for so long, or gone shopping with Xiao Liu, the typist. But I stayed in the office
to prepare Xiao Cong's father's speech for the next day.
If his hand hadn't blocked it, my hot tea wouldn't have spilled on his pants, he wouldn't have jumped
up from the sofa from the burn, and I wouldn't have panicked, blowing on it while frantically
wiping the tea off his crotch.
The tea was very hot, so I didn't realize at the time that something under his pants was
getting hotter and hotter, like boiling water on a stove, until I actually
found myself holding something that looked like a red-hot iron rod. My face flushed, and I hurriedly let go, but he grabbed my hand firmly and pressed it against
the suddenly erect nipple in his crotch, rubbing it back and forth.
Later, I realized that being drunk made me think clearly. When his foul-smelling, alcohol-reeking mouth pressed against my lips, I
still thought it was the alcohol's fault. Because it's rare to be alone in the office at night, I
never wear a bra after showering, only a loose underwear. Therefore, his hand reached in without any resistance and grabbed
my breasts, which I was always proud of as firm as bamboo shoots. Perhaps because of the alcohol, his palm was frighteningly hot, and he
frantically rubbed my delicate breasts, as if he were kneading dough.
Although I'd been groped on the bus before, my large, firm
breasts, the envy of all the girls in my dorm, had never been treated so roughly. I struggled desperately, but he was incredibly strong.
It would have been better if I hadn't struggled; his hands were like iron clamps, holding me tightly in his arms.
Perhaps to save time or free his hands, he actually stood up, swaying, and walked to the large
desk. With a wave of his hand, all the documents on the desk fell to the floor, and my body was now
pinned to the desk by his upper body, my legs dangling in the air.
Good heavens! Now it was convenient for him; he casually flipped up my t-shirt, and my proud breasts
sprang out like springs. His stinking mouth finally slid off my lips, allowing me
to finally breathe properly.
No! I cried out a few times, but for some reason, I couldn't utter a sound. Actually, when his mouth took
my nipple—which, though engorged and erect, was still no bigger than a red bean—I was already weak and powerless
.
As his hands pulled down my panties, I had no strength left to push him away. I could only desperately
shake my head to express my unwillingness, but my resistance was too weak. Soon, I felt a chill between my legs
; the air conditioning made my completely exposed genitals feel icy cold.
From that night on, I always had a psychological aversion to sex because my first time was far from
the wonderful descriptions in books. Besides relentlessly biting and nibbling at my breasts like a dog, he didn't do
any other foreplay. After freeing one hand to pull down his pants, he randomly poked his thick, hot thing between my legs
.
I'm a virgin, and I don't know if there's a developmental problem, but my labia majora and minora aren't
everted. Under the sparse pubic hair, my vulva looks like a freshly steamed, tender white bun. You can't
even see the thin red line in the middle unless you look closely, which makes me clean my genitals more carefully every time I shower. But that's another
story.
He probably got a little annoyed after trying to penetrate me for a while, so he lifted my legs onto his shoulders,
spread my labia majora with his fingers, and what he did next was unbelievable. He opened his mouth and took my
entire vulva, which looked like a warm, freshly steamed bun, into his mouth.
"Ah!" I really couldn't take it anymore. After a heavy breath, I finally managed to force out an "ah," but I didn't dare make a
loud sound. If someone outside heard me, I'd be in deep trouble.
His tongue was like a bath brush lathered with shower gel, skillfully licking my labia majora and minora clean
, occasionally pushing the tip of his tongue into my vagina. The tingling sensation made me desperately grab his
hair, but I really didn't know whether to push it out or press it in.
Although I really didn't want to lose my virginity to him, to be honest, I was a little tempted at that moment.
The hateful man didn't consider my feelings at all. After a while, he raised his head again, trying
several times to put his tongue, which had been working on my genitals for half a day, into my mouth, but failing, he
pressed his stinking mouth against my breasts, which were flushed from his torment, smearing my chest with saliva until it was shiny.
Then his wicked, club-like thing started banging between my legs. Perhaps it was
the lubrication of his saliva, or perhaps I was genuinely aroused, but after a few rubs, his burning-hot rod smoothly slid into my
vagina. My virgin vagina immediately felt as if a branding iron had been inserted, as if the vaginal walls were being seared.
It was hot and burning. I desperately held my breath, trying to use the strength of my vagina to drive the invader out, but with
each effort, he went in a little further.
"Oh my god!" When he touched my hymen, he didn't slow down; instead, he thrust his hips back
and then forward with a final, powerful thrust, his hot penis completely breaking through my weak defenses and disappearing all the way in. I knew that
along with my tears, my bright red virgin blood and fragments of my hymen would surely flow.
I didn't experience the bittersweet feeling some authors describe; I only felt as if a mad bull
was rampaging inside me, or as if an iron plow was mercilessly ploughing over my tender
hymen.
I don't know how much time passed; I felt numbness in my lower body, as if he was raping a body that didn't belong
to me, and my mind went blank.
Amidst his incoherent cries of "Ah ah," he quickened his pace, his hands pulling my breasts
high and kneading them like dough in a Lanzhou noodle shop. His increasingly hot penis, like a pile driver at a construction site,
pounded and tore at my vagina, until finally, like a hot water tap being turned on in a bathroom, a
thick, hot stream of semen shot straight into my uterus. I collapsed onto his large desk, unable to move, but I could hear his 　　shrill snoring
as he lay on the sofa ... 　　(2) 　　The truth cannot be hidden forever, and a skirt cannot conceal a constantly bulging belly. 　　Xiao Cong's father knelt before me, tears streaming down his face, explaining that he was in the organization's probationary period, and that if 　　our relationship were exposed now, it would affect his political life for the rest of his life. He also described how much he 　　hated his hateful wife and how he would definitely marry me if he could endure another year. 　　I didn't forgive him; I'll despise him for the rest of my life. But I still tore up the 60,000 yuan savings 　　book he'd deposited in my name, packed a few clothes and my unborn son, and left that heartbreaking city far away. 　　"The outside world is wonderful, the outside world is helpless..." 　　I didn't dare contact any of my relatives and friends. I quietly came to this small city in the south and started my so-called 　　new life. 　　With my diploma and passable looks, I quickly found a job, but the good days didn't last 　　long. My unborn son and my unwavering loyalty to my boss soon led me to lose my first job. 　　This cycle repeated itself for a while before my son was born. 　　Soon, my pride as a mother was extinguished by the hardships of daily life. I had to hire a rural 　　nanny to help take care of my son while I returned to the workforce. 　　My salary was already low, and to make matters worse, my once-proud breasts couldn't produce a single drop of milk. Even 　　the nanny I hired laughed, saying my breasts were only for men, not for my son. Soon, life became very difficult 　　. To ensure Xiao Cong could afford high-quality baby formula, I went all out. 　　What can a woman do when she's so desperate? I tried part-time jobs, working as a waitress at a food stall and even secretly collecting and 　　selling newspapers, but every profession is like a different world. It was incredibly hard work, and I didn't earn much more money. Finally, while working as a waitress in a nightclub 　　, I was given a cue by Ah Ying and finally decided to become a hostess. 　　Not all hostesses are lazy and unwilling to work; at least I wasn't. Perhaps all hostesses 　　are willing to go out, but I wasn't, at least not at first! I had my principles: I would only sing and chat with them, 　　not drink or go out with them. At first, I was often turned away, but I persisted, and somehow, 　　I earned the nickname "Ice Peony" in the local nightclub scene. 　　Men are all like that; the less I drank or went out with them, the more people patronized me, and no one considered that there were 　　plenty of younger and prettier women than me. 　　There was envy among my peers. Although I never intended to offend anyone in the circle, and I never thought I was 　　part of their circle, someone still betrayed me. One dark night, as usual, I 　　anxiously waited for a taxi after work to go back to see Xiao Cong. A van stopped in front of me, and before I could react, 　　three men got out and shoved me into the van. 　　I won't dwell on those painful memories; they're a permanent pain in my heart. 　　I'll tell everyone what happened after I've completely woken up from that nightmare, like Carina Lau. 　　Six men—no, I should say six beasts! They tormented me for three nights and two days. When I finally 　　returned to my rented home and saw Xiao Cong's sweet smile, I forgot all my pain and just held her tightly, afraid 　　someone would take away the only pillar of my life. 　　(This is the erotica section; if I keep rambling on like a broken record, the moderator might delete my ID, or readers 　　might pelt me with rotten eggs.) 　　I moved to this big city and found a new job. The bar at a five-star hotel gave me a better 　　second career. My income was higher, and my foreign language skills were put to the fullest. Although the black guy's 　　dirty penis was disgusting like a horse's testicle, and the white guy's stench always made me want to vomit, I entertained 　　them for Xiao Cong's sake. Except for the Japanese, I wouldn't entertain them no matter how much money they cost. To put it bluntly, I also went into the sex industry, following the export- 　　to-domestic route. 　　I had a house, a car, and a studious, obedient, and promising son. 　　Xiao Cong lived up to the name I gave him; his grades were consistently among the best from first grade. When Xiao Cong 　　was seven, I had my first formal conversation with him, and from that day on, he never asked why he didn't have a father. 　　Life had improved, and I couldn't neglect my son. Every day, I'd leave 500 yuan on his bedside table, replenishing 　　it as needed. Xiao Cong would always diligently write down how much he spent on a small note in pencil and cover it with the note, never wasting 　　a single penny. 　　It sounds a bit far-fetched, but in reality, Xiao Cong and I never slept separately. Although he had his own room and 　　bed, it didn't really matter, because he was always fast asleep when I came home. He would obediently 　　leave a warm glass of milk for me on the bedside table, and I would always give him a contented kiss on the forehead before drifting 　　off to sleep. 　　I continued to wander through the bright lights of city life, while Xiao Cong quietly grew like a sapling by the river. 　　The warm notes on the bedside table grew shorter and shorter until they disappeared, but the 500 yuan was taken away every day.

My son is growing up, and so are my expenses. I didn't mind. One day, Xiao Cong left me a note: "I'm going
to school summer camp. Please give me two thousand yuan. I won't be back for a few days. Please remember to make your own milk."
What a proud son!
My eyes welled up with tears after reading it, and I left three thousand yuan on my bedside table without hesitation.
************
A day passed, two days passed, a week passed...
but still no familiar warmth from Xiao Cong. I panicked and rushed to Xiao Cong's school, only to find
that he had used my illness as an excuse to take three days off.
Before I could even report it to the police station, the police came knocking. Xiao Cong had been arrested for intentional assault.
Fortunately, Director Wang of the Public Security Bureau was an old acquaintance of mine, so he took special care of my younger brother, Xiao Cong. He not only
found a way to exempt Xiao Cong from the juvenile delinquency labor camp punishment, but
also saved me a lot of money on medical expenses for the four victims (one of Xiao Cong's classmates, and the other three were local bullies outside of Xiao Cong's school).
When I picked Xiao Cong up from prison, Director Wang went on and on about how my brother needed to be disciplined
, that many teenagers in this area went astray, and how could he be so violent? I gave him a few particularly seductive winks
, and after agreeing to meet again in a few days, I hurriedly pulled Xiao Cong into the car and drove home.
Seeing Xiao Cong covered in mud and blood on his face, my anger and sorrow surged from my feet to the top of my head.
This wasn't the son I wanted! I raised my hand high, but it remained suspended in mid-air, unable to fall.
"Mom, hit me, as long as it makes you feel better," Xiao Cong said, his tone surprisingly calm.
I looked up in astonishment. I saw a Xiao Cong I didn't recognize at all. His disheveled hair clearly
indicated a fight, and the blood and dirt smeared on his handsome face added a
rugged, masculine air. His usually intelligent eyes now resembled two pools of icy water, sending
a chill down my spine.
My raised hand finally slipped limply, and I collapsed onto the sofa, tears streaming
down my face.
"Hit me! Why won't you hit me? You've never hit me, but do you know how much I wish you
would beat me when you're unhappy? Sometimes I deliberately do wrong things, but you always pretend not to see. Are you happy ? Why
have I been woken up by your crying so many times in the middle of the night?"
"Hit me! Why won't you hit me? Do you know how much I hate you!"
I was completely terrified by Xiao Cong's words. Was this the kind of talk my son, on whom I had placed all my hopes, was giving
? Was this the kind of talk my son, whom I had worked tirelessly, scrimped and saved to give him a better life than others,
was saying?
I was on the verge of collapse, my body going limp as I slumped onto the sofa.
My weakness didn't elicit any sympathy from Xiao Cong; instead, he continued his rage like a furious lion
.
"You've never treated me like a human being. In your eyes, I'm just a docile little pet, someone to
feed me every day. Let me tell you, I'm a person too! I'm a man! Feel me, I have
everything others have. I have the ability to protect you. You're my woman, and I won't allow anyone to hurt you, I won't allow
anyone to slander you!"
As he spoke, Xiao Cong pulled me up, grabbing my hand and
stroking it down his lips, where a wisp of hair or a mustache had sprouted. His high Adam's apple and muscular chest proved he had truly grown up; those
defined abs were something I couldn't fathom. Finally, what I held in my hand was a hot, thick,
rod-like object.
Good heavens, he was making me hold his penis!
"Look at me, look at me! What do I lack compared to others? Why do you look down on me like that? I've seen
the candle and cigarette burns on your body in the middle of the night. I've seen you come home drunk so many times, I know it all!"
"I'm a man, look! I'm a man! I can protect you, I can support you!" Xiao Cong forcefully pressed
my hand down onto his hard, burning erection, his eyes practically bulging with rage.
"Slap, slap!" I finally couldn't take it anymore, freeing my free hand and slapping Xiao Cong hard across
the face twice.
"Haha, you finally hit me! I've been waiting for this day. Do you know what people are saying about me?
They call me a son of a bitch, saying sons of bitches are spineless and can only crawl on the ground."
"I gave them all the money you left behind, hoping they would let me go and stop insulting and
hitting me in front of my classmates, but they actually said I was a son of a bitch who lacked proper upbringing and needed them, their 'godfathers,' to help teach
me a lesson."
"I'm going to kill them! Because they actually used the money I gave them to play with you! I've been following them for a long time
! These beasts used your money to play with you! I'm going to kill them!"
Xiao Cong said, pressing down hard on my wrist as if he were dealing with one of those four men.
My mind went blank, but I knew clearly that what Xiao Cong said was likely true, because a while ago,
a few young men suddenly appeared at the bar, specifically asking me to sit at their table. I found it strange at the time—why would young
men be interested in a middle-aged woman like me? I never expected that one of them would be Xiao Cong's classmate.
That night, he and four others came to the private room and, as usual, asked me to sing with them. I didn't expect these
kids to be up to anything. After drinking a glass of juice, I felt completely limp and, in a daze
, felt seven or eight hands tugging at my clothes. I also heard someone screaming, "Wow, such big
breasts, I love them!"
"Wow, such long hair!"
"So tight, I can't even fit two fingers in!"
Then came the sounds of rock-paper-scissors, and then a boy, like a hungry wolf, pounced
on me, smearing my two white, tender breasts with saliva.
"Ouch!" The boy wasn't big, but his thing was big. Ignoring the fact that my vagina was as dry as an autumn riverbed,
he treated my labia majora and minora like a potato to be mashed, thrusting his probably
virgin penis wildly. Finally, he managed to insert a bright red glans into my vagina, and then I heard him cry out in pain...
With a cry, a gush of semen, like molten steel, poured out, stinging my vagina with a burning pain.
Then came the second, the third, the fourth. That night, they tormented me until my body was covered in
semen that looked like a child's snot. My nipples were pinched until they were red and swollen like 15-watt light bulbs, and my white breasts
were covered in teeth marks like hard-boiled eggs gnawed by rats.
How could I live like this? I had actually let my son's classmate have sex with me. My vision went black and I fell backward…
“Don’t be afraid, Ying, I’m here. Don’t be afraid, I will protect you, I will love you forever. Who can’t bully you,
Ying, don’t be afraid, I’m here!” In my hazy state, I felt a man holding me in his arms, gently
kissing my tears and the corners of my mouth, softly calling my name.
“Hui, you’ve come? You’ve finally come. You know how long I’ve waited for you. You’ve finally come to see me. I
never want to be separated from you again!” That familiar voice plunged me into a deep hallucination.
"I'm here, I've always been here. We'll never be apart!" His burning lips kissed
me even more forcefully, and with each hot kiss fell a cool tear onto my face.
He had finally kept his promise, leaving his wretched, haggard wife to come find me. He had given up everything to come
find me, my Hui.
Like a drowning person grabbing onto a piece of driftwood, I clung to him desperately, wishing I could melt into his
body. My mouth pressed against his lips, and my tongue slipped inside. Instantly, our tongues became like two
intertwined, passionate tongues, each sucking and licking the other with overwhelming fervor.
His hands weren't idle either. Soon, the zipper of my long skirt was fully unzipped from back to top and bottom. My pink
bra and black lace panties flew off like floating clouds under his eager hands.
Like a reborn Snow White, I proudly held out my large breasts, gently rubbing them against his equally naked
chest. My thick pubic hair, like a fine wolf-hair brush, was writing wildly on his erect penis.
My God, this feeling of happiness almost made me dizzy. I shyly let out a
moan that would resonate deeply with any man under his passionate kiss: "I want it, quickly, I want it!"
Without saying a word, Hui simply reached out and lifted my pink thigh high. His penis, already swollen like an angry
bull, thrust wildly between my legs like a bull released from its stall in a Spanish bullring.
I couldn't hold back either, and a warm stream of vaginal fluid quietly oozed from my cervix and vaginal opening. Although
standing on one leg was difficult, I still managed to reach down and grip his penis, which felt like a spring or a freshly forged iron rod, and
secretly guided it towards my vaginal opening.
"Ah!" That feeling of fullness from over a decade ago returned to reality. His thick, long penis
squeezed my labia minora in, so much so that air couldn't even circulate inside my vagina. I really wanted to just stay there forever,
never to be separated again, but I never expected that even under such tight pressure, his thick penis could still pull back
halfway before forcefully thrusting in again.
If someone asked me what happiness is, I would proudly tell them: This is happiness! With
each pull and tug of his penis, my vaginal fluid seeped from the layers of flesh on my vaginal walls,
gushing out along the pull of his penis, flowing down my single leg, which was standing on tiptoe, like a small stream to the ground.
Let me die, only death can make this moment eternal! I squinted my eyes, continuing to enjoy the pleasure I hadn't experienced in over a decade
.
Perhaps afraid I was too tired, he continued thrusting his penis, which he hadn't wanted to withdraw for even a second, while
laying me down on the sofa and hoisting my legs high onto his shoulders.
Faster and faster! Faster and faster!
I heard his breathing grow heavier and heavier, like the howling wind, while my thirsty vagina tightened more and more
against his penis.
"Slap, slap, slap," the sound of his penis hitting my vagina was like firecrackers during the New Year, growing
louder and louder, until a hysterical scream rang out: "Mom!" A gush of hot, thick semen
, like a dam bursting, surged and churned, rushing straight to my cervix, and my eggs, not to be outdone,
burst forth amidst waves of tingling contractions at the cervix, dancing joyfully in circles with the semen.
"Mom, I love you, I will love you forever and ever!"
What? Mom? Still lost in the passion, unwilling to wake up, I was jolted awake by those words
, a chill running down my spine. I opened my eyes and jumped up.
Good heavens! There was no Ah Hui! The man lying next to me, panting heavily, seemingly unsatisfied,
was none other than my son, Xiao Cong, whom I'd raised since childhood.
"Mom…no, Ah Ying…I love you, I will always love you, I will never allow anyone to bully
you!" Xiao Cong's face still bore the five finger marks I'd just made, yet he spoke to me with unwavering resolve
.
I fainted again .

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