[Mom at the Market] (Going to buy radishes with Mom)

My Mother at the Market

When I was six years old, my father fell seriously ill. During his illness, he craved carrots, but at that time,

carrots were very expensive. Our family had 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 long he would live, she steeled her heart and decided to go to the market that day to buy him carrots

.

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 a small pale yellow

pair of trousers, and high-heeled sandals.

Speaking of which, I must mention my mother. Even now, despite

what , 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 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 lowering her head and leading me forward.

We circled the market before finally reaching the outermost 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 at 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 exposed.

"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. She then pulled

up the neckline of her top to cover her breasts, and then leaned back to squat 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...

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 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 '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 her a favor.

"Is it really that the child's father wants to eat carrots?" The bearded man asked seriously.

"Yes."

"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 looked up at the bearded man, puzzled. He was touching his crotch with one hand and

holding a carrot in the other, gesturing towards his mother's crotch. His mother looked down and saw that her legs were spread wide apart

. She quickly squeezed them together, and two red clouds rose to her cheeks.

"This…brother, could you ask me something else?" his mother asked softly.

"No. You know, this carrot is the only one in the whole market, and of course, this meat carrot

is the only one in the whole market. You'd better think carefully before you eat it. Humph! Humph!!"

His mother remained silent, head down, her face flushed.

"Want it or not?" the bearded man asked again.

His mother still remained silent, head down, biting a lock of hair, as if deep in thought.

I wondered, what was wrong with my mother? She didn't even want the carrots that were given to her for free?! How strange! If I had known

what the bearded man meant, I wouldn't have thought this way.

"Do you want them or not?" the bearded man pressed.

My mother bit her hair and thought for a while, finally making up her mind. "Yes," she squeezed out

through gritted teeth, her voice almost inaudible.

"That's right. I knew you wanted them." The bearded man chuckled lewdly and stood up.

"Little one, come sit here with me," he beckoned. "Watch the stall for me. Your

mother and I will go 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, head down, and followed the bearded man towards the haystacks at the back. A few minutes later, I

heard the bearded man and my mother talking through the haystack opening, followed by my mother's moans, rising and falling

, which lasted for about forty minutes.

I waited a while longer, but they still hadn't returned, and I started to get anxious. They were just going to the back, why were they taking

so long? Where did they go to get carrots? Why aren't they back yet? Then I looked around.

Huh? All of Big Beard's things are here. Where else could he have led 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 followed the sound around a haystack, and then the voices became clear.

"Wow, so good, so comfortable. Ah...hi...hi...fuck you to death...fuck you to death...I'm going to fuck

your cunt raw..." It was a man's voice—who else could it be but Big Beard?

"Ah...ah...good brother, harder, so comfortable...harder...harder...ah...ah...

your carrot is amazing, I haven't tasted anything like this in half a year."

Whose voice was that but Mother's? I crouched down quietly and peered into the haystack. The first thing I saw

were several pieces of clothing lying on the ground: the bearded man's shirt, my mother's shirt and skirt, and her sandals scattered haphazardly

beside them.

Looking up, I saw the bearded man and my mother on their right sides. The bearded man was shirtless,

his buttocks bare, legs spread wide, his pants pulled down to his right ankle. My mother's bra was pulled up above her breasts, her large

breasts completely exposed. She was also bare-bottomed, her legs spread wide, and she looked quite comfortable.

Each time the bearded man thrust, he didn't insert his penis all the way in at once, but rather slowly

inserted . At this moment, my mother let out a soft moan. Then he leaned back, thrusting his hips

forward, and his thick penis plunged between my mother's legs, all the way in. My mother

cried out, whether from pain or pleasure, but I think it was pleasure, because she kept saying, "So good! So good

!" Her expression also showed great pleasure.

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 remained motionless.

As the bearded man's buttocks twitched involuntarily a few times, both of them cried out "Ah..."

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 my breasts!" the mother retorted 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, ah... 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 to 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 glanced 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 next to the zipper were a few drops of white, sticky fluid.

"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

her underwear up high.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, he's lying to you!" My mother's face flushed red as she said 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 area, after checking that no one was around, my mother squatted down and took

a ; it was wet and covered in slime. I was surprised. Could my mother do magic? I was about to ask

her, but she waved me off, so I didn't ask.

After my father ate those carrots, he quickly recovered. Just as the bearded man had said,

the carrots 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 carrot dish, my mother would always find the thickest and longest one, 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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