[Childhood Memories: The School-Run Factory - Part 1] (Green Mother's Short Story)

Her cotton-white panties couldn't quite cover her snow-white buttocks; a few unruly pubic hairs

peeked out from the edge. Suddenly, her skirt fell down, covering her panties, and I quickly looked away.

Mom put down the phone and turned to me. "Let's eat first. Your dad's too busy; he'll eat in the cafeteria."

Sure enough, this year Dad was teaching a senior class at the high school, and his time after school and during evening self-study was filled with all sorts of things,

leaving him no time to come home for dinner.

Dad, always working overtime, had given Mom and me some special time—and I don't know when, but I suddenly felt a longing for

Mom 's mature body, a desire to make her like me more, and I constantly

tried to please her during our time alone together.

"Mom, I got third place in the running class in PE class today!"

"Great job!" Mom smiled and touched my cheek with her fair hand, then said, "If you can get third place in the class in the final

exam , Mom will be even happier."

"Hmm, so if I get in the top three in the class in the final exam, what will you reward me with, Mom?" I mumbled

, chewing the rice in my mouth.

"Whatever you want, Mom will buy it for you, or I'll reward you with extra internet time." Mom

looked at me with her seemingly smiling eyes.

"What I want... is Mom." I muttered to myself, but I didn't dare say it out loud.

I wonder when Dad isn't home sleeping, so I can sneak into Mom's room and see her

... body.

"Knock knock knock knock," a knocking sound mixed with my friend Tiger's shout, "Li Dongru, you're out playing."

"Okay, I'm coming." I shook the water off my hands, opened the door and ran out.

"Be careful, don't fall, come back early." Mom, who was washing dishes, poked her head out of the kitchen and

said loudly.

"Okay," I said, turning to my mother. "Tiger, let's go. Who's here today?"

"Everyone's here. There are eight of us, including you

and me. Da Ming said we're going to explore the school factory area!" The eight of us, including Tiger and me, were all children of teachers in the No. 1 Middle School's residential area. We often played together, and

Tiger and I were especially close, practically best friends.

The school factory was the school-run factory of No. 1 Middle School, located between the residential area and the school campus. After the workers finished their shifts at night,

only an old man would be at the gate; the rest of the area was dark, making it our favorite "exploration

spot."

The old man at the gate was in his sixties and a widower. He was of medium build, slightly overweight, with gray hair. In the summer, he always wore

a white vest, holding a palm-leaf fan, and sitting in a chair listening to the radio.

As for his name, no one knew it, and no one had ever seen any relatives visit him. However, we

gave him a nickname, "Red-Nosed Old Man," because his nose turned especially red when he drank alcohol.

"Shh... 'Red-Nosed Old Man' is listening to the radio," Da Ming, who was leading the way, put his finger to his lips.

We skillfully scaled the wall into the factory.

"Today we're going to explore the big chimney. My brother said that factory used to be used for cremating the dead, and it was later

converted into a factory."

Da Ming's words startled me; I even felt my heart skip a beat.

"What, scared? If you're going to back down, go home." Da Ming smiled smugly, pleased with

the effect of his words, seeing that we were all stunned.

Of course, no one backed down. We approached the "big chimney" in the shadow of the wall, and I was at

the back of the group, with Hu Zi in front of me...

Suddenly, my collar was grabbed forcefully. I immediately called for help to Hu Zi, but my cries

were drowned out by another voice: "You little brats, I'll catch you all!!!"

"It's 'Red-Nosed Old Man,' run!" Da Ming and the others were startled and scattered.

Hu Zi had also run away, but when he saw that I was the one being grabbed, he ran back to save me. Even a skinny camel

is bigger than a horse, and this old man was much stronger than the two of us children. He captured us and took us back to his

gatehouse.

The red-nosed old man's bulging belly and sagging breasts filled out his standard white vest, his armpit hair

peeked out from between his arms, his face and forehead were covered in oil, and his hair was greasy, indicating that he hadn't bathed for many days

.

He pointed at our noses and called us "thieves," and told us to use the gatehouse phone to call our parents.

Half an hour later, my mother and Tiger's mother arrived at the factory's gatehouse, both panting.

Tiger's mother was a short-limbed, severely overweight woman, resembling a plump version of the actress "Yuen Qiu."

My mother, on the other hand, was completely different, looking every bit the beautiful woman, her large breasts bouncing in her floral dress—

it seemed she had walked quickly.

The "red-nosed old man" had been staring at my mother's bouncing breasts since she entered the room, clearly attracted by her

large breasts.

This really annoyed me. My mother isn't some rich lady, but she's a respectable woman. Usually,

only my father and I get to stare at her like that. What kind of person is this old gatekeeper?

"Hey... old man, what are you looking at? Tell my mother what's wrong!" I

said . Tiger glanced at me with surprise from the side.

"Listen to this, listen to this! You don't respect me at all. You call me that at my age?

Is this how a child should talk?" The red-nosed old man realized his own embarrassment, but then he found fault with my words

and shifted his attention.

"Xiaoru, did your mother teach you to call him Grandpa?" My mother wiped the sweat from her face and glared

at me.

"Oh, I know." I said softly, but I was very resentful.

"If you know, then say it!" The red-nosed old man wouldn't let it go, staring at me with his somewhat cloudy eyes

.

"Grandpa... Grandpa..." I hated this old man to death. Although I called him that, I cursed him in my heart, wishing he would die and

no one would claim his body.

The red-nosed old man recounted the whole story to my mother and Tiger's mother, convincingly stating that we were planning to

steal and that he would hand us over to the school.

My mother and Tiger's mother immediately objected; their husbands both taught at the high school, and if word got out that their sons had

stolen , they would be utterly ashamed.

The red-nosed old man was just trying to scare them, then said that as long as Tiger and I each wrote a letter of apology and submitted it...

"Give it to him, and he won't pursue it."

My mom quickly took me to thank the red-nosed old man, promising to hand in the letter of apology before the weekend.

"We really didn't steal anything, we went 'exploring' inside!" I said to

my mom and Tiger's mom on the way home.

"Xiaoru, stop talking, just write it." My mom didn't listen to my explanation and turned to chat with Tiger's mom again.

I felt extremely wronged and remained silent. But hearing my mom and Tiger's mom's conversation, I couldn't help but feel

overjoyed : my dad, as a senior high school homeroom teacher, was required by the school to stay on duty tonight to supervise the students'

study and life after they returned to the dormitory.

That night, while I was making tea for my mom, I secretly added the sleeping pills I had prepared.

"Xiaoru, which can of tea did you brew? Why is this water so bitter!"

"Ah... it's the can of tea I used to brew. Maybe it's because Mom just ate dessert."

My mom agreed with my explanation and drank the whole cup of tea.

I was extremely excited, set an alarm for 1:30 a.m., and lay happily in bed.

It was 1:30 AM, and the alarm didn't go off.

I had already canceled it at 1:00 AM; I hadn't slept at all.

I crept to my mother's bedside, looking at her familiar face, and softly called, "Mom, Mom," while

gently nudging her body.

The medication was working well; my mother showed no signs of waking up, and my palms were sweating.

In the sweltering summer night, my mother was only covered by a thin blanket, which I easily pulled off. Then, I pulled down

my mother 's underwear, held it to my nose, and took a deep sniff—a pleasant, fragrant scent.

I set aside the underwear and turned on the small LED flashlight I had prepared beforehand.

Thick pubic hair stretched from her full mons pubis to her closed, dark labia, carrying that unique scent of a woman's

vulva —this was my first impression of my mother's genitals.

I placed the flashlight on the bed, and with trembling hands, I touched my mother's clitoris; the little bean seemed

to tremble slightly. I looked up at my mother's face; she was still sleeping so peacefully, showing no signs of waking up.

I pressed my thumb against my mother's labia majora, gently pulling them apart. The two brown labia minora slowly

parted, revealing the pink mucous membrane above the urethral opening and the lower vaginal opening. Because

there was no penile insertion, my mother's vaginal opening was closed.

Below that were the perineum and anus; the dark anal area had folds arranged in a circle, like a quiet little

daisy, adorned with some skin bumps.

I held the flashlight in my mouth, adding a little more pressure with my thumb, and the closed vaginal opening was slowly pulled open.

The place where I was born was finally before me.

My mother's vagina was clearly visible in the flashlight beam; the tender pink mucous membrane, the milky white secretions, and

the slightly swirling vaginal flesh inside seemed to beckon me to enter.

My mother's vagina—I can only look, not…

Actually, it wouldn't hurt to insert it just once.

I took off my underwear, looking at my small penis. The tip of the glans had already broken through the foreskin,

its dark brown tip proclaiming male dominance, capable of penetrating any female vagina, even my own

mother's.

I gripped my penis with my right hand, trembling as I guided the glans towards my mother's vagina.

The instant the tip touched her labia, my head felt as if it

were being lifted , and white fluid gushed from the tip—all of my semen landed on my mother's vulva, with

a small amount landing on her stomach. I ejaculated before even penetrating her. After

ejaculating, I calmed down considerably, without much regret. I wiped the semen off my mother with toilet paper and

helped her put on her underwear. I gently kissed her lips and returned to my room, tossing and turning.

From that day on, my love for my mother seemed to intensify, as if she were my

lover, and I even felt a pang of jealousy when I saw her being affectionate with my father.

I finished writing the apology letter to the old man with the red nose on Saturday and delivered it to him alone that evening. But when I arrived

, the old man with the red nose, contrary to his usual fierce demeanor, made me sit in a chair and even poured me a glass of juice.

But this juice was the hawthorn juice I hated most. I only took a small sip, and...and...I

collapsed ...

"What did Xiaoru do wrong this time? Where is he?" My mother's voice seemed to come from far away.

I woke up groggily and found myself in a dark box, my hands and feet bound, my mouth gagged, and

I had no strength.

I didn't know where I was, but I heard voices outside, followed by

footsteps the sound of a door being pushed open.

I used all my strength to turn over and finally found a crack in my vision that allowed me to see what was

outside : two pale, fleshy bodies were writhing on the bed, or more accurately, a sallow

body with soft, loose skin was lying on top of a motionless, plump body.

It was the red-nosed old man on top of my mother! Damn it, this old man must have tricked my mother into coming here

and then drugged her in the water! "

Mom is mine...you old beast..." I used all my strength to twist my body just now. Although

my heart was a volcano about to erupt, I couldn't muster any strength and could only stare wide-eyed at the red-nosed old man's

actions.

"Beautiful lady, I've had my eye on you since your son got into trouble a few days ago, hehehe." The red-nosed

old man sucked on my mother's smooth, white breasts, his hand kneading and pulling at the nipple of her other breast.

I've never touched my mother's breasts so roughly before. This old beast, you deserve to be a widower.

The red-nosed old man then began kissing my mother's neck and behind her ears with his tongue, his greasy face

pressed against my mother's smooth cheek—what a waste!

"Damn, that's a real meaty head, it must feel amazing to fuck him." The red-nosed old man pulled off his last remaining

underwear and threw it behind him, landing right in front of where I was. A wave of stench and urine

hit me immediately—how long had this old man not showered? His dick smelled like that.

With his back to me, the red-nosed old man spread my mother's legs, pressing his entire body against hers. Her two

loose legs formed an inverted "V," revealing a dark red penis connected to a large, bright red glans, and a…

A tuft of hairy scrotum hung between the old man's V-shaped legs.

My mouth went dry, and my chest tightened, because I was about to witness a stupid old man raising his

stinking cock to fuck my beloved mother.

I had fantasized countless times about my mother and father having sex, even about my mother

having , and had masturbated countless times because of it. But when my mother was actually being pressed down by an old man like a piece of fat meat

, about to lose her virginity, I felt like crying.

Before I could even cry, the muscles in the red-nosed old man's buttocks contracted, and his hairy testicles slapped against

my mother's buttocks. "So good, so tight inside, it feels so good!" The red-nosed old man's

ecstatic voice reached my ears, like countless sharp swords piercing my heart—my beloved mother, being

... being fucked by him!

Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. It was as if a demon was mocking me: "You

looked down on this old geezer, didn't you? But he's the one who slept with your beloved mother! His big cock hasn't been washed in days,

going back and forth in the sacred hole where you were born! Wahahaha!"

Tears blurred my vision. I could only vaguely see a soft scrotum moving closer and closer from in front of my mother's

buttocks . I heard the "slap slap slap" of flesh intercourse and the creaking of the wooden bed.

I closed my eyes, but the "slap slap slap" and "creak creak" continued to mock me.

I took a deep breath and reopened my eyes: an old man with flabby skin, age spots on his back,

and gray hair, was on top of a plump, snow-white woman,

thrusting his body like a bull in heat, as if each thrust was an attempt to shove his entire lower body into the woman's vagina.

"Mmm, hum, mmm, hum," the old man with the red nose and mouth trembled with pleasure. How could he

not be happy At his age, after so many years of sleeping alone, after so many years of not touching a woman's hair, his

penis was now fucking my mother's almost perfect mature body!

The tears gradually dried, but I could only see more clearly how the old man with the red nose was enjoying himself with my mother—a loose, fleshy buttock supported by my mother's

snow- smooth thighs, his hairy testicles dangling down,

his penis, connected to his testicles, thrusting in and out of my mother's vagina, warm, moist, and incredibly slippery, unable to

stop. Every time the crimson glans entered my mother's vaginal opening, it felt like a sharp blade piercing my heart.

"Mmm... mmm, damn it, let's cum first." The old man with the red nose pressed his buttocks tightly against my mother's body, his

testicles began to rise and fall violently—in gushes, the semen that the old man had accumulated for decades was being delivered into my mother's

uterus.

"Ugh... um, it really won't work." The red-nosed old man pulled his penis out of my mother's vagina and

left barefoot. My eyes were fixed on my mother's ravaged vulva—the pubic hair near her labia was wet, her

labia minora were askew, and some white fluid of unknown origin clung to the mucous membrane.

This beast, this beast, I hadn't even penetrated her! This old beast! I felt endless sorrow.

But this wasn't the end. Just five minutes later, the red-nosed old man's penis was erect again.

He picked up my mother's limp body and walked to a blind spot where I couldn't see her.

"Hey, if I put her on this coffee table, I can do a doggy style. I wonder if her husband has ever

done her!"

What? This old man was doing my mother like wild dogs mate? I can't do this! My mother is

mine! No, only I can... Ah!!!

But I couldn't see anything at all. I tried to twist my body to look in that direction, but I couldn't. After struggling for a while,

covered in sweat, I heard the sounds of the old man having sex with my mother again, the slapping and creaking of the oil table

.

Every sound was audible. I couldn't see anything with my eyes wide open, but my ears knew that my mother was being humiliated by this

old man in a shameful sexual position, her soft, juicy vagina receiving the red-nosed old man's large penis.

Whether the female genitalia belonged to my mother or a prostitute, whether the large penis belonged to the old man, my

father, or me, male and female genitalia would fit together perfectly, without distinction of rank. Even if it was your mother,

if she were caught by any man's big cock, she would have to obediently be fucked!

Just then, Tiger's voice came from the outer room, "Red-nosed...Grandpa, are you there?"

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