Three unexpected events gradually broke down the mother's defenses.

The First Line of Defense - The Battle of Prison
My name is Zhang Cai, and you can tell from my name how much my parents wanted me to succeed. Originally, my father was a strict father and my mother a loving mother, but after my father suddenly passed away when I was in the first year of junior high school, he entrusted my mother with the task of raising me well before his death. My mother then became a strict mother as well. Under her strict discipline, my grades have always been among the top. Even though she is very satisfied with my grades, she doesn't easily relax her discipline, because she fears that neglecting to push me would be a betrayal of her late husband's expectations.
My mother wasn't originally a housewife; she was also a high-achieving student and a clinical psychologist. She works at a mental hospital and sometimes travels to prisons. The person she is at work is completely different from the strict mother she is at home. As a psychologist, she is approachable, a far cry from the rarely smiling person she is at home. I enjoy the opportunity to pick her up from work because my smiling mother looks very beautiful. Besides, she also lets go of her strict mother role when facing outsiders.
The greater the repression, the greater the pressure. Under the heavy pressure of schoolwork and exams, coupled with entering puberty, I developed the bad habit of masturbation. Because I had to study during the day, I would secretly plug in headphones on my bunk bed at night and masturbate under my mother's. The videos I watched were mostly graphic, featuring rape and gang rape. The thrill of masturbating, risking being discovered, was incredibly exciting, causing me to ejaculate a lot each time.
One day, another day filled with exam pressure, the only difference was that my mother, who returned home that day, lacked her usual stern aura. Her black suit looked noticeably different, and strangely, her usual black stockings were gone. She seemed dazed, yet also revealed a hint of pleasure. This was the first time in my sixteen years of life I had seen such a sight, but this side of my mother was incredibly endearing.
Another night, I plugged in my headphones, my hand on my penis, enjoying a rare moment of freedom. But today, a video, supposedly secretly filmed, was uploaded to a pornographic website. Nine out of ten videos claiming to be secretly filmed were actually made in Japan, but the background looked quite nice, so I clicked on it. It was something like, "Top Secret, a video of a rapist's final act of rape in prison." The file name was quite clever, and there really was a prison riot in my city recently, so it's surprising how relevant today's pornographic videos are. But I don't know anything about the content.
The video begins with a CCTV camera showing a prison ward. The patient looks very weak and lies by the bedside. The CCTV has several shots: one directly shows the inside of the ward, initially only the inmate is inside; another shows the ward entrance, clearly showing two guards standing watch; and several other shots show the inside of the ward. Wait a minute, I recognize that inmate! Isn't he He Yong, the notorious rapist from years ago, the one who was reported in the news for repeatedly raping women and sentenced to life imprisonment? This video seems quite credible.
A few minutes later, a woman walked to the ward door. Two prison guards checked her identification and let the woman in the black suit in. Was she her lawyer? Was he about to be paroled? At first, I could only see the woman's figure and clothing. Although I couldn't recall her name, she looked somewhat familiar, as if I knew her. I saw the woman place a chair next to the bed. She took out some writing instruments and spoke with the inmate. Because her back was to the CCTV camera, I couldn't see her face until this point. The CCTV recorded the conversation. Rather than legal questions, the woman asked questions about the inmate, including inquiring about his life and encouraging him to bravely face his illness. I vaguely heard the words "heart failure." So He Yong had heart disease? I wasn't interested in their exchange; I just felt that even the woman's voice sounded familiar, so I quickly turned the camera away.
About fifteen minutes later, the prison alarm rang. The scene shifts back to the ward, where two prison guards receive orders to suppress a riot in the east wing prison. The two guards, as if facing a major crisis, rush to the assembly point, don their riot gear, and prepare to quell the riot. The scene returns to the ward, where a woman, startled by the alarm bell, is clearly seeing this for the first time as a non-resident prison employee. She sits motionless in her chair. The seemingly frail He Yong beckons the woman closer.
"Miss," He Yong asks, "I have a request. Would you be so kind as to grant this wish to an old woman nearing the end of her life?" "That depends on what it is," the woman replies, her voice gentle and soothing.
"Answer me honestly, how long do you think I can live?" He Yong asked in an almost desperate voice. "If there's no miracle, I believe I can live for about three months," the woman asked. "Really? It's such a pity to die like this. Luckily, I have you before I go," He Yong pulled his hand out from under the covers, holding the oxygen hose and wrapping it around the woman's neck. "What are you going to do?!" The woman was caught off guard and couldn't breathe.
"Miss, you're prettier than any of the women I've raped. I'll be quick, you'll have to be patient."
He Yong was different from the woman he looked at; he was several times stronger than her, and she had no chance to resist. He pulled the woman onto the bed, pinning her hands down with one hand and easily removing her suit jacket with the other. At this moment, the woman's face was finally revealed.
"God, it's my mother!"
the mother screamed. She knew what the infamous rapist He Yong was doing. She kept shaking her head and saying no, but she had no strength to resist. He Yong pressed his body against his mother's, and with his other hand, he calmly unbuttoned each button. His mother looked down, and what blocked her view was a pair of large breasts. Although I had lived with my mother for sixteen years, I had never really looked at her figure. I hadn't even realized that my mother had such large breasts. Those huge breasts stretched her white shirt, and the two large mounds of flesh jumped out after He Yong unbuttoned them. A conservative white bra covered her breasts. The bra seemed to be the last line of defense for my mother's breasts, and He Yong couldn't easily take it off.
"You annoying bra," he roughly ripped off my mother's bra. The moment the bra was ripped off, my mother swayed, and then He Yong slapped her hard across the face.
"You bitch, I'm not afraid of the death penalty now. If you don't obey me, I'll kill you and then rape your corpse," he looked at my mother with fierce eyes. My mother was clearly frightened by him; her legs went weak, and she even urinated a little.
"Hahaha, scared so much you peed yourself? Don't be afraid, I'll make you feel really good." He Yong reached his hand up inside his mother's suit skirt and pressed against her genitals through her black stockings. That touch stimulated her even more, causing her to urinate a little more.
He Yong forcefully kissed every inch of his mother's skin, starting with her sensitive neck. He licked her neck with his tongue, making her itch, and her legs straightened from the stimulation. His mother had never suffered such humiliation. She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, clenching her teeth to endure it all. He Yong kissed her face, forcefully kissing her mouth, and sticking his tongue into her mouth.
After kissing her enough, he began to play with his mother's breasts. He forcefully kneaded his mother's large breasts, violently playing with them, causing her to scream in pain. He Yong's hands weren't small, but his mother's large breasts were just big enough for his hands to cover them. Her breasts were incredibly sensitive to her. I could see that the way my mother clenched her teeth wasn't because of pain, but undeniably because she was enjoying wave after wave of pleasure stimulating her brain, assaulting her reason in waves. She knew she was being raped, but she felt that the pleasure, this feeling of happiness, was wrong. She tried to suppress her moans by biting her lips, but her cries were still faintly audible.
"Miss, who do you take me for? Go ahead and moan, the real thing is coming,"
He Yong said, removing my mother's suit skirt. Now she was wearing an unbuttoned blouse, with only pantyhose and barely visible black underwear on her lower body. The ends of the black pantyhose were still damp with her love juice.
“Panty stockings, my favorite. They’re the clothes my ex-wife who cheated on me wore,” He Yong said, his mouth watering at the sight of the stockings. “Miss, you’ve been naughty. You can’t wear pantyhose home as punishment,” he said, making a move to tear them.
“No, no, no!” Mom cried out, but how could a pair of thin pantyhose stop the violence of a grown man? The stockings were torn from the genitals down, and his black underwear was also ripped.
He Yong pulled out his penis, a confident penis that hadn’t lost its power even after all these years. Mom’s worst nightmare was about to begin. Was it a nightmare? Actually, she felt her mind was becoming strange. Looking at that penis, she couldn’t remember how many years it had been since she’d seen one. Her vagina contracted, her vaginal fluids flowed freely, and her legs formed an M shape. No matter what she thought, her body was ready to receive He Yong’s penis.
He Yong inserted his penis into Mom’s vagina and thrust forcefully. The mother, who had initially tried to suppress her moans by biting her lips, lost all reason the moment the penis entered her. She let out a loud moan, the sound carrying throughout the entire prison ward. Gripping the headboard tightly, she couldn't bear the intense stimulation of each thrust. The contractions of her vagina gave He Yong an unparalleled pleasure, but He Yong was unaware that his actions were leading him step by step towards death. He Yong thrust forcefully, shaking the bed. While a riot was breaking out in the prison, this erotic scene was unfolding on one side. The mother's tight vagina was more intense than He Yong had anticipated, and he himself was going crazy. He ignored his angina as he thrust, but the pain only worsened. After about three or four minutes, he felt he was about to die, and his mother, who hadn't had sex in years, was also nearing her end. He Yong's angina intensified, and just before ejaculation, he felt dizzy.
“Miss…, I want…” Before he could finish speaking, he ejaculated inside the mother’s uterus, and she felt it, following He Yong to her death.
When it was all over, He Yong collapsed on top of the mother. The mother was initially stunned, then used all her strength to push He Yong off the bed. She first buttoned up her shirt, then put on her suit jacket and skirt. She was afraid He Yong would wake up, so she dressed very quickly. Seeing that her pantyhose was torn in half, she took it off and put it in her hand. But strangely, He Yong didn’t move. The mother pressed He Yong’s carotid artery and found that he had no pulse.
“Let me out, let me out!” The mother pounded on the ward door and pressed the call bell, but it took about ten minutes for the commotion in the east wing to be brought under control before someone realized that they had locked the mother in the ward. Someone was even sent to give He Yong emergency treatment. The mother acted as if nothing had happened, and left as usual after the jailer opened the door. The only unusual thing was that her pantyhose was gone, unaware that anyone had noticed. The film ends here.
I emptied my tube several times, thinking about how my mother, who slept above me, had been raped. For the first time, I realized how beautiful my mother was. Most importantly, at that moment, my mother on the upper bed made strange noises.
In the hearts of both mother and son, a switch had been flipped.
That night, I couldn't sleep a wink, because the video had shaken my reason. Unable to sleep, I went to the bathroom to pee.
I felt that from that day on, this house would be different. I took out my penis to pee, and when I looked in the mirror, I saw a box behind it. I felt dizzy, tripping slightly from the box. I turned to look at the familiar box. That was the laundry box, the box where my mother and I kept our soiled clothes. I never imagined this box could be so evil, containing my mother's clothes. After confirming that my mother wasn't awake, I locked the bathroom and took out the clothes my mother had worn from the laundry box. The most evil thing among them was a bra. The bra that covered her fleshy breasts—I looked at its tag; it was a 36E. No wonder it was so big, but these were clothes I wore a few days ago, not today. I held it to my nose, smelling her milky and sweaty scent. As I sniffed, I pulled out a tube, and while I was doing that, I just ejaculated on the toilet. It was dawn, and staying here would make me easy to be discovered, so I went back to bed.
Around 9:30, I got up. I knew I'd get a severe scolding if I woke up late, but 9:30 was already too late in my mom's eyes. Oh no, I was going to get a beating. I rushed to the living room and saw my mom sitting at the dining table eating lunch. I hurriedly said, "I know I was wrong. I slept too late studying yesterday. I won't do it again..."
But my mom wasn't angry as I expected. She just nodded and said, "Don't say anything more. The breakfast I made with care today is getting cold. Come and eat."
"Okay... okay, I know." Strange, last Sunday I woke up at 8:30 and got a severe scolding from my mom. Today, she's giving me a loving breakfast?
I ate a few bites, and sure enough, it was strange. She really put her heart into it. Before, it was either a simple loaf of bread or instant noodles. Today, it was a full English breakfast! I ate it quickly and hurriedly, because it was rare for me. My mother smiled and said, "Silly girl, have you not eaten for days? Eat slowly, no rush. Watch some TV after you finish eating before you study." What? There's TV?
"Mom, what's making you so happy? Why are you acting like a completely different person?" I couldn't help but ask. Had I seen wrong?
"Nothing, what's wrong with me?" My mother smiled, blushing slightly like a young girl whose secret had been exposed. "It's just this... you've never smiled before." I pointed to my mother's smiling face, but she grabbed my hands and said, "Really? It's been so long since I smiled in front of you. I feel so bad. I think I've been too harsh on you before. From today on, I'll be better to Xiaocai." Before me was no longer the terrible, strict mother, but a charming and loving mother.
But I thought last night's events wouldn't repeat themselves, including Mom being violated and me becoming aroused by her, but...

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