[Mom was sexually harassed by a colleague]

My name is Xiaojie, I'm 8 years old, and in the third grade. My mother is a secretary to a female manager at a company, and my father is

a rising star in the IT industry. It's a typical family of three.

I only ranked 7th in my class in the final exams, and I was worried my parents would find out. But today, my

fears came true; the teacher asked us to notify our parents to attend a parent-teacher conference this weekend. The only saving grace is that my father

is away on a business trip for over two weeks, so my mother can attend the conference, and at least I won't get a beating.

When I got home, my mother was on the phone in her bedroom. After she finished, I went in and gave

her the invitation, telling her about the conference. My mother's expression was strange. She had attended my

parent-teacher , and she was always happy to hear about them because I always did well in school and received praise. Did

she know I didn't do well this time?

My heart pounded with nervousness, bracing myself for her scolding. But instead of scolding me, she just touched my

cheek and said she knew. It seems my mother didn't know my grades, so why was she acting so strangely this time? I

didn't think too much about it; at least I could get through the day safely.

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Today is the weekend. Mom went to school for the parent-teacher conference around 9 am. I waited nervously at home,

not even in the mood to watch cartoons. I was terrified of how Mom would scold me.

Around noon, Mom came back with an uncle. Perhaps because there was a guest,

Mom didn't scold me as soon as I expected. My tense mood relaxed a little, and then I noticed that

the lipstick and lip balm Mom was wearing were gone.

I watched Mom carefully apply those lipsticks that morning. Because I didn't do well on my test, I fawned over her while

she , fetching the cosmetics she needed and praising her constantly. So

I clearly remembered her carefully applying the lipstick and lip balm, but now they were all gone, and her lips were a little

swollen . But I didn't think too much about it, and I didn't ask. Hehe, I didn't even have time to ask; I was too relieved to even think about it.

Mom told me to call the guest Uncle Zhang. Uncle Zhang magically produced several toys from behind his back and gave them to

me, including an e-angles series electric robot, which would perfectly complement my other

robot to form an e-angles team. I was overjoyed; I hadn't expected to be scolded but instead

receive toys I liked.

I immediately felt a fondness for Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang asked if I was hungry, and I said a little. He then said he would cook some of my favorite dishes for my mom and me.

I glanced at my mom; her expression seemed strange, but I couldn't quite

put , so I happily said thank you.

Uncle Zhang then asked my mom where the bathroom was, saying he would cook after washing his hands. My mom pointed it out, but

Uncle Zhang asked again and even asked my mom to take him there. My mom smiled, her face slightly flushed, and I smiled naturally in return.

Uncle Zhang childishly said he was a little directionally challenged and didn't understand directions. I giggled at Uncle Zhang's adorable expression

.

So Mom took Uncle Zhang to the bathroom. I was assembling the robot in the living room when I heard the bathroom door

close, followed by the sound of a towel or something being torn and Mom making a very strange noise. I wondered

why they would close the door just to wash their hands. But then I heard a snap, followed by the sound of washing hands.

After Uncle Zhang and Mom came out.

Uncle Zhang rubbed his shoulder and went into the kitchen to start cooking. Mom went into the bedroom to change, saying that cooking

would get her clothes dirty. When Mom opened her bedroom door with her back to me, I clearly saw

a huge hole in the stockings peeking out from under her skirt. Something must have snagged it.

Mom quickly changed, but she was still wearing a suit, stockings, and high heels.

What was the difference between that and not changing at all? Maybe Mom didn't like this outfit, and it didn't matter if it got dirty, right? I didn't think much of it and continued

assembling the robot.

The e-angles electric robot isn't easy to assemble. It has many forms. I

must assemble it into the strongest form and form a powerful e-angles

team with my original robot. So, Uncle Zhang and Mom were cooking in the kitchen while I assembled the robot in the living room.

After finishing the robot's weapon pattern, I got a little thirsty, so I went to the refrigerator in the kitchen to get some frozen juice—Mom

always keeps her juice there. When I got to the kitchen, I saw Uncle Zhang squatting with his back to me, hugging Mom's

leg , seemingly sniffing and licking her feet. The air was filled with the sounds of Mom chopping vegetables and

Uncle Zhang's heavy breathing.

Almost simultaneously, Mom saw me too. She quickly pulled her leg away, and Uncle Zhang was clearly pulled a little. He

turned around and looked at me, but didn't get up. He just said in a cute voice that he was clumsy and had dropped something

. Mom quickly agreed, but her slightly flushed face and trembling voice seemed to be trying to explain something.

Sitting on the sofa with the juice, I couldn't shake the scene. What was Uncle Zhang doing? A big question mark filled

my mind ! Mom didn't help Uncle Zhang cook anymore; she wiped the table and cleaned

up. She said dinner would be served soon.

And indeed, dinner was served soon!

After Mom touched up her makeup, lunch was ready.

It was a few ordinary dishes, but they looked delicious; I really admired Uncle Zhang's cooking skills. So, as usual

, the three of us sat on opposite sides of the rectangular table to eat.

Mom and I sat on one side, and Uncle Zhang sat opposite us, constantly putting food on my plate. Soon, my bowl was

overflowing. Although I kept thanking Uncle Zhang, I wasn't particularly grateful because I have a small appetite and only

eat a little each time; this bowl was enough for two meals. Mom, however, understood me best. She took

a few bites from my bowl and explained to Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang smiled and said he wouldn't give me any more, then picked up another bite, thankfully aiming for Mom's bowl

. Just as it was about to reach Mom's bowl, Uncle Zhang suddenly sneezed, which seemed very unnatural,

as if he had deliberately "created" it.

Vegetables spilled onto Mom's shirt, and she cried out in surprise. Uncle Zhang quickly got up to help her remove

the vegetables, but he did so very slowly, bit by bit, and with each stroke, it seemed as if he was gripping Mom's breasts forcefully

. Mom quickly realized what was happening, her face flushed red, and she hurriedly got up and ran to the bathroom.

My uncle smiled and said to me, "I'm so sorry, I'll go help your mother." He grabbed some toilet paper from the table and

went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Why does he always close the door? As I was pondering this, I heard something fall to

the floor and two people's hurried footsteps, as if they were fighting. A sudden, inexplicable tension gripped

me. I tiptoed to the bathroom door and heard the commotion more clearly

.

My mother was clearly breathing heavily, resisting something and repeatedly saying things like "No now."

Uncle Zhang, however, stubbornly continued groaning, and the two seemed to be arguing, pushing and shoving each other.

My mother gave in with a soft "Ah!" There was a brief silence in the bathroom. I

thought it was over, but Uncle Zhang shouted, "How can I get this stain off?" His voice was loud, but it

couldn't mask the sound of clothes being torn—a "whoosh!"—and the bathroom seemed to erupt into another fight.

A water bottle fell to the floor with a sharp sound.

Mom seemed to be struggling more fiercely, but she stopped talking. Uncle Zhang kept saying

things like the stain wouldn't come off and how dirty the clothes were, as if describing how he was helping Mom remove the stain, but

the sounds coming from inside didn't sound like that at all. The sounds of Mom struggling made me inexplicably nervous, or perhaps excited.

The sounds of Mom struggling inside had become very faint, replaced by the rough breathing of Mom and Uncle Zhang

, and the occasional muffled cries of Mom, as well as the sound of saliva dripping from what sounded like she was chewing something. I didn't know

what was happening inside, so I could only stand there blankly, listening to everything coming from inside.

Mom seemed to be enjoying it now. Uncle Zhang would sometimes continue to describe the stain removal process loudly, and sometimes he would say something

softly , which I couldn't hear. But no matter how loud or soft his voice was, it had a very suppressed and

strange tone, different from normal speech.

The situation inside seemed to remain unchanged. Suddenly, Uncle Zhang shouted something again

, followed by the sound of clothes being torn. Mom started struggling again, and there

were sounds of forceful hitting, like "slap, slap." The sounds of pushing and shoving, along with complex footsteps, filled the air. I thought something

was about to be thrown again, but at the same time, the phone rang.

Our phone system is a cordless system, with one main unit and two sub-units in the master bedroom and bathroom. Suddenly, both phones

rang simultaneously. I quickly ran back to the dining table and sat down. The bathroom immediately became quiet.

After a few rings, Mom answered the phone and spoke loudly to the other end. From the conversation, it sounded

like there was an urgent matter at work, requiring Mom to return immediately. At this moment, Uncle Zhang came out. I noticed

he had faint lipstick and lipstick marks on his lips, but they were uneven, and his lips seemed a little swollen.

Uncle Zhang went straight into Mom's bedroom, took out a set of clothes, and then went back into the bathroom, telling me that

the clothes couldn't be removed and she needed to change into new ones. And this time, the door was closed again, which made me a little

angry, inexplicably angry. Why does the bathroom door always have to be closed? Actually, I don't even understand myself whether my

anger stems from this strange habit or from wanting to see what's happening inside.

A little while later, Uncle Zhang came out. He told me that Mom was getting ready to go back to the company and was putting on makeup inside. He

even picked up the e-angels robot and helped me assemble it.

After a while, Mom came out, dressed and made up. Her cheeks were flushed and she looked very cute. Mom seemed embarrassed, like

she had done something wrong. She just gave me a few casual instructions and then left with Uncle Zhang.

As Uncle Zhang left, he patted my head and asked if I liked the lunch he made. I said yes. He then

asked if I wanted him to cook dinner and give me the e-angels robot as well. Of course, I said

yes. Everything from before was instantly forgotten. After all, I'm only eight years old.

Mom and Uncle Zhang came back very late. Mom must have been very busy this afternoon; she hadn't eaten dinner yet.

After ordering takeout, Mom closed the door and tidied up, while Uncle Zhang helped me assemble the robot.

For some reason, the takeout arrived quickly this time. It arrived almost immediately after I made the call. So

we sat down at the table and ate dinner. This takeout was also special; it seemed exactly the same as lunch, and

it all looked quite good.

Uncle Zhang kept putting food on my plate; didn't he already know I had a small appetite and always ate little?

Suddenly, a strange impulse struck me. I quickly got up and told Mom I had to go out for a bit,

then ran out of the kitchen, closing the door behind me, pretending to leave, but actually hiding in the bathroom. That way, Mom

and Uncle Zhang wouldn't see me and would think I really went out. Hiding in the corner of the bathtub, I tried my best

to cover myself with the curtain, my heart pounding, anticipating something.

A short while later, sure enough, I heard Mom scream and Uncle Zhang apologizing. Mom

walked into . I noticed there were quite a few dishes on her secretary's blouse; it seemed Uncle Zhang had accidentally spilled

food on her again. Mom wiped the stains off her clothes in front of the vanity mirror. Sure enough, Uncle Zhang followed shortly after,

closing and locking the door behind him.

Mom glared at Uncle Zhang, complaining, "What are you doing? Xiao Jie is right here, don't mess around."

Uncle Zhang didn't answer, but suddenly squatted down and rubbed his face against Mom's stockinged legs. He tightly

embraced .

"What are you doing? I hate it, let go!" Mom protested coquettishly, struggling to break free from Uncle Zhang

's embrace.

Uncle Zhang's body writhed back and forth with Mom's movements, and he remained silent,

licking , occasionally biting them with his teeth.

"Don't do anything rash, not now, please!" Mom's voice was clearly tense and whimpering, pushing

Uncle Zhang's head away with both hands.

Uncle Zhang ignored her, and after a few seconds, he suddenly stood up, grabbed Mom's waist with one hand, and

frantically searched for her lips with his mouth, while his other hand reached under Mom's skirt and rubbed against her. Mom gasped in surprise,

trying to push Uncle Zhang away with both hands. The two of them pushed and pulled, and my heart was in my throat. I felt a strange

excitement, an excitement mixed with an indescribable feeling.

"Let go...you're crazy. Not now!" Mom's sexy lips dodged Uncle Zhang's tongue.

She continued to resist through the gaps.

Seeing that Mom's resistance was becoming too intense, Uncle Zhang stopped his frenzied actions, simply wrapping one arm tightly around

her waist while the other continued rubbing inside her skirt. Mom's already good figure was now bent

into a perfect "S" shape in Uncle Zhang's embrace!

Mom stopped resisting, and the two remained in this position. The bathroom suddenly became much quieter, and she

realized her breathing was becoming heavy and her heart was pounding wildly. After a few seconds,

Uncle Zhang suddenly shouted, "Why can't I get this stain off my clothes?"

Along with this, I saw Uncle Zhang's hand, which had been rubbing inside Mom's skirt

, forcefully tear her stockings. Mom was clearly caught off guard, stunned for a moment, then pushed Uncle Zhang away, trying to

escape. But Uncle Zhang spun her around, so that she was in front of him, being tightly embraced

. At the same time, Uncle Zhang's hand, which had torn her stockings, reached in front of her again, roughly and haphazardly touching

her body. Mom struggled desperately, trying to escape Uncle Zhang.

The two pushed and shoved each other forcefully, like a fight, but Uncle Zhang clearly had

the upper hand . Although Mom struggled, her body was firmly in Uncle Zhang's grasp, being wantonly

played with.

While Uncle Zhang was subduing Mom's resisting body, he accidentally knocked over my water jug.

"Do you want Xiao Jie to hear this?!"

Mom seemed startled by these words and stopped resisting.

"You know, playing with you next to your child makes me feel especially good, the pleasure is increased many times over,

you feel good too, right?" Although Uncle Zhang said these words fiercely, he clearly had more affection for Mom.

"You pervert, I'm not bringing you to my house anymore." Mom gasped for breath, her chest heaving, but

she clearly didn't hate Uncle Zhang too much.

"Okay, I'll do it myself from now on, don't talk," Uncle Zhang licked Mom's cheek with his tongue,

"Enjoy it!"

Mom turned her face and accepted Uncle Zhang's tongue with her mouth, and the two kissed passionately. Uncle Zhang still had one arm

tightly around Mom's waist, bending her body into an "S" shape, while his other hand tore at

the stockings on her other leg. Parts of Mom's two smooth, beautiful white legs were now exposed.

Uncle Zhang skillfully used his tongue to "pull out" Mom's rosy tongue, and Mom's saliva slowly

dripped from the corner of her mouth. Uncle Zhang then sucked the saliva back into his mouth, their passionate French kiss making sounds.

Mom's breathing became even more uneven, with occasional muffled thuds. Uncle Zhang loudly described

the process of cleaning the filth while licking Mom's face, her beautiful face now covered in

the saliva marks left by his tongue.

Uncle Zhang shouted something again, and at the same time, he reached inside the buttons of Mom

's blouse and forcefully tore it open. Mom was clearly unhappy and slapped Uncle Zhang several times, making a "slap slap"

sound. Uncle Zhang grinned wickedly, his hands crossed as he reached inside Mom's torn shirt, kneading her

breasts and thrusting his lower body against her, rotating her body.

My blood was boiling when the phone rang. I suddenly woke up with a start. It was just a

dream! I opened my eyes and saw a pair of tattered stockings I'd found in a bag in the bathroom beside me. The stockings had

a faint fragrance; they must be Mom's.

To avoid being discovered, I put everything away carefully. Then, after a while, I called Mom to ask

what she was doing and when she'd be home. Mom said she'd be back soon and that I could find something to eat in the fridge if I got hungry.

Suddenly, for some reason, I asked if Uncle Zhang would be coming. Mom paused for a few seconds and asked

if I wanted him to cook dinner for me. I answered that of course I did, and that Uncle Zhang had even promised to give me a new e-angels

robot . Mom smiled but didn't answer my question, saying she'd be back soon.

I sat on the sofa, continuing to assemble the e-angel

S robot Uncle Zhang had given me, which I hadn't finished assembling at noon.

Mom came home carrying large bags of things, followed by Uncle Zhang, who was also carrying many bags.

They seemed to have gone on a shopping spree.

I asked Mom why she bought so much, and she happily explained that her company had performed exceptionally

well in the first half of the year, and she had received a large bonus, so she went shopping that afternoon to celebrate. As she spoke, she opened all the bags she had brought back

, revealing some delicious food and pretty clothes she had bought for me. Of course, I was very happy. Not only had I not

been scolded today, but I also got my beloved robot, new clothes, and delicious food—how could I not be happy?

"I went to check this afternoon, but those robots were no longer available in the stores. I'll try looking elsewhere tomorrow,"

Uncle Zhang said apologetically, but then his tone shifted strangely, "These are all clothes for your mother!"

He gave Mom, who was sitting next to me, a strange smile. Mom returned a polite smile, but it was clearly

tinged with embarrassment and an indescribable feeling.

Of course I said it was okay, though I was a little disappointed. Mom took out a few bags of snacks for me to eat first,

saying she'd cook for me later while she tidied up the clothes she'd bought. I knew Mom was happy, because she's always so happy when she

buys new clothes, trying them on and asking Dad how they look.

With so many items this time, it's no wonder she was happy. But I was happy too, since I had quite a few clothes for myself. So Mom

got up, took the bags Uncle Zhang was carrying, and went into her bedroom to tidy up. I ate my snacks and sat on

the sofa watching TV.

Uncle Zhang only sat with me for a short while before saying he was going to help Mom. Suddenly, I felt inexplicably

nervous and instinctively turned the TV volume down a little: what if Uncle Zhang closed

the door ? But my fears didn't come true; Uncle Zhang didn't close the bedroom door this time.

"These clothes are for going to work, these are the prettiest ones," came Uncle Zhang's

satisfied voice from inside, as if he was checking out the clothes Mom had bought that day. Mom was whispering something, but I

couldn't hear her clearly.

"Put this one on right now, it's so pretty! Look, it fits perfectly!" Uncle Zhang

seemed to be recommending a dress to Mom.

"Don't move, are you crazy? Stop messing around!" Mom's voice wasn't loud this time, but I could clearly hear her.

I heard her tense voice.

Then came a flurry of footsteps and pushing and shoving from inside, and the bedroom door slammed shut

! This was followed by even stronger resistance and my mother's voice, "Let go! Don't touch you!"

I couldn't resist secretly pressing my ear against the bedroom door again, wanting to listen more carefully to what was happening inside.

Now it was relatively quiet inside, with only the heavy breathing of two people, especially my mother's breathing, which I

heard very clearly.

"Let go, let me go!" My mother gasped, her voice low but firm as she refused something, clearly

feeling tense and suppressed as if something was pressing down on her.

"No, I want you to wear it, you want Xiaojie to hear, right?" Uncle Zhang was also panting heavily, as if trying

to subdue something; his words were unsteady due to the effort.

"Let go," Mom said sternly. "I'd rather die than wear that!" There was a brief silence inside

, followed by Mom's protesting "Hmm, hmm," then the sounds of chewing

saliva and the bed being roughly rubbed. It sounded like they were whispering something, but it was too quiet for me

to hear. A few minutes passed, and I heard Uncle Zhang get up and stomp his foot. "I'm

going out !" Startled, I quickly sat back down on the sofa and turned up the TV volume, pretending to watch TV.

But Uncle Zhang didn't come out immediately. Just as I was wondering what was going on, a loud "smack" came from inside—clearly

someone's buttocks or a fleshy part of their body had been slapped, making a fleshy thud sound. This was followed by

Uncle the door opening.

"Your mom, she wasn't looking carefully while buying clothes, and a little bug crawled in! Look how scared she was! Haha!"

Uncle Zhang tried to cover up what had happened inside, but his lying skills were clearly lacking.

What could I do but give Uncle Zhang a silly laugh?

Uncle Zhang asked me to take out the robot I hadn't finished assembling, and we assembled it together on the sofa. I then realized

how incredibly skilled Uncle Zhang was; in less than five minutes, he had planned out three or four different

assembly . I was immediately impressed. "Hurry up, are you done yet!" Uncle Zhang

urged my mother, who was still in the bedroom, as he helped me assemble it. "Xiao Jie is hungry!"

My mother finally came out of the bedroom, wearing an outfit similar to the one the nurse who gave me the injection wore, except the skirt

only reached her knees, and she was wearing stockings. Otherwise, the outfit was exactly the same as the nurse's. But my mother looked

exceptionally beautiful and exuded an indescribable sense of joy. With her slightly flushed cheeks, she

looked like a goddess. I couldn't resist wanting to kiss her.

"Is it pretty? I asked your mother to wear it, but she refused, saying it looked ugly!" Uncle Zhang asked for my opinion,

but he stared at my mother with a strange look.

"Hurry up and get something to eat! Are you hungry, Xiao Jie?" My mother's tense tone prevented me from answering

; she seemed eager to escape this situation.

So the three of us sat at the rectangular dining table for the second time today, Uncle Zhang and Mom on one side, and I

on the other.

"Do you like this meat? You don't eat much, so eat something good. Help yourself to whatever you like!" Uncle Zhang warmly

welcomed me. "Here, try this. Tell me if it's good." He then put a piece on Mom

's plate, but his words to her were a little strange. Mom frowned, took a bite, and then sighed. I found it

very odd. Even if it wasn't good, why sigh? And the sigh sounded trembling

. The food really tasted good. I ate and drank water when suddenly there was a "snap" in the living room. I

instinctively turned my head to look, but what I saw made my heart leap into my throat. Next to the kitchen door was

a small mirror I used to play with. In the mirror, I saw Uncle Zhang's left hand reach

inside Mom's skirt and rub back and forth. Mom's legs, clad in stockings, were also slightly twisting. I was terrified by this sight,

staring blankly at Uncle Zhang's hand moving inside Mom's skirt in the mirror.

"Eat up, what's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing, just thinking about how to draw that robot!" I blurted out

, trying to brush off Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang smiled helplessly, then turned to my mother and said, "Kids these days only remember what they play with

, unlike me, I only remember what I like!" Uncle Zhang's teasing tone made my mother blush.

Even though she was wearing foundation, I could still feel her face burning. But I already understood what Uncle Zhang meant.

I adjusted my posture, pretending to eat while looking at myself in the mirror. I didn't know when, but

Uncle Zhang had unbuttoned a few buttons on my mother's skirt, revealing her snow-white, full thighs. The middle of her thighs

was where the stockings met her skin, but the stockings were thin, so the color contrast wasn't very strong.

This made my mother's legs look incredibly sexy. Uncle Zhang's hand kept stroking my mother's thighs,

perhaps afraid I'd notice, the movements weren't very big. Just looking at his left arm sticking out on the table, I couldn't

tell what he was doing.

Under the guise of eating, Uncle Zhang kept touching Mom's legs. Mom just kept eating,

not saying a word.

Uncle Zhang's hand slowly slipped deeper into her skirt. I couldn't see what he was doing, only that it was moving inside

her skirt . Mom's legs writhed more nervously, and her breathing

changed noticeably. I wanted to see what would happen next, but suddenly Mom quickly finished her food and stood up:

"Xiaojie, eat quickly!"

...

During an ordinary dinner, I witnessed a shocking scene. But after dinner,

Uncle Zhang and I sat on the sofa watching TV, while Mom cleaned up the dishes. The characters on TV were moving ridiculously, but

I couldn't shake the scene from my mind.

Uncle Zhang sat for a while after Mom finished cleaning up before leaving. "Xiaojie, go to sleep. It's past ten o'clock, why

are you still playing? I haven't even told you about the parent-teacher conference yet. Go to sleep!" Mom urged me, who was

watching . There was nothing I could do; it's my fault for not doing well on the exam. Reluctantly, I turned off "Guess Guess

Guess," which I was watching.

Actually, I wasn't really paying attention to the TV; the scene I witnessed today kept replaying in my mind.

My mother, dressed in her nurse's uniform, was so beautiful and captivating, making me uneasy.

As I lay in bed, closing my eyes and reflecting on the day, her phone rang. What

surprised me was that she usually answered the phone so casually, but this time I clearly heard her enter her

bedroom and slam the door shut. And who could be calling so late? Unable to contain my curiosity, I

quietly went barefoot to her bedroom door again.

"Go to hell! No way! What time is it? Xiaojie is asleep!" My mother's sweet, slightly

annoyed voice reached my ears again. "Impossible, can we do it another day? You were mean enough today!"

She seemed to be rejecting someone's request. Suddenly, I heard her get out of bed and walk around, and I

quickly ran back to my bedroom.

Lying in bed again, thinking about the day, I slowly drifted off to sleep. Just as I was drifting

off to sleep, I suddenly heard the door open. I quickly got up and listened carefully, I don't know

why I did that.

I heard my mother and a man's soft voices coming from the living room. They sounded familiar—it was Uncle Zhang! I heard them

go into the bedroom and close the door

. With a heavy heart, I pressed my ear against my mother's bedroom door again.

From inside, I heard the familiar sound of chewing and my mother's moans. This was the first time

I had heard her strange moans so clearly. I desperately wanted to peek inside, but I'm not

Superman , I couldn't. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: my mother definitely didn't want me to know that Uncle Zhang would

come to our house so late…

"Mom! Mom!" I cried out in fear. After a while, my mother came to my room. Although she was still wearing

her nurse's uniform, her clothes were disheveled and her hair was messy. "What's wrong! Xiaojie, what's wrong?"

"I had a nightmare, I'm scared!" I acted pitiful. "I want to sleep with Mom, I'm scared!"

I tried my best, and finally, tears streamed down my face.

Mom hugged me. "Okay, don't be afraid, Xiaojie, don't be afraid, Mom's here!" Mom hugged me for a while,

then turned on all the lights in my room. "Wait a minute, Mom's going to make your bed!" Mom was still trying to lie to

me!

...

I finally lay down on Mom's bed, next to her fragrant body. But I knew there was another person in

this room, Uncle Zhang. I had been so eager to get into this room to spy on

everything that was happening, but I forgot that some things wouldn't happen after I came in.

Frustrated I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

"Ah—" Mom's voice woke me up. It was soft, but loud enough to wake

me from my nap. Although my eyes were still closed, I was now wide awake. I don't know why I felt

this way . I listened carefully to the sounds beside me.

After 34 minutes of silence, Uncle Zhang's voice came clearly from beside me, "If you don't agree,

I'll really snatch your little rabbit off!"

"Please don't! What if you wake Xiaojie up! Please, I'll

agree , but not now, okay?" Mom's tense voice was mixed with a little sob.

"No, my darling, it's not that I don't cherish you, it's that the pleasure of doing it with you in front of Xiaojie

is indescribable, and you don't need to pretend! You know your own reaction, let's keep it down, Xiaojie is sleeping

so soundly, nothing will happen, okay!" After saying that, I heard the sound of saliva being chewed and Mom

's soft moans from beside me. I slowly turned my head to see everything clearly!

In the darkness, two bodies were clearly overlapping, the blanket was pulled high and thick, only their heads were exposed,

overlapping and constantly rotating at a small angle to each other. The sound was probably the two of them exchanging

saliva . From the sound, I could tell that Mom was on the bottom and Uncle Zhang was on top!

My heart was pounding as I continued to watch everything around me. Uncle Zhang slowly put his head under

the covers , and in the dim moonlight, I could see the covers moving constantly! After a while, the covers were slowly pulled

up, covering Mom's head as well. Then, I could hear the sounds of exchanging saliva and Mom's

soft moans, though they were much quieter now. The covers were still moving.

I slowly moved my head closer to the covers, the scent of Mom's hair mixed with her body odor filling the air!

"Mmm!" At the same time, the middle of the covers moved a lot, accompanied by Mom's muffled, nasal sound and

Uncle Zhang's straining sounds. Then, the middle of the covers continued to rise and fall, and the bed shook slightly, making

a rhythmic sound!

"You're so beautiful...so...so good! How...how do you smell so good?" Uncle Zhang said with

difficulty , as if he was working hard on something! Mom didn't answer, only breathing heavily and making small, rhythmic

nasal sounds. I desperately wanted to burrow under the covers, a strange, unsettling sensation spreading through my body.

Mom slowly pulled the covers down a little, peeking out to look at me. But

what could she see clearly? Because of the gap, I could clearly hear the soft sounds of flesh hitting flesh, and

the sound of water or some other liquid being swallowed. Mom sometimes made strange, heavy nasal sounds, sometimes she moaned softly and groaned.

Just as I was slowly getting used to it all, the covers swallowed Mom's head like a tiger's mouth, and I

heard loud "exchanging" sounds of saliva, the covers and bed making much louder noises than before! Mom

suddenly resisted a little, but I could clearly tell from the sounds that Uncle Zhang was forcefully suppressing her again, the covers fidgeting restlessly

.

"You're crazy... um... a lunatic, slow down!" Mom's mouth was clearly being gagged, forcibly "exchanging"

saliva , but she still managed to finish the sentence!

"Almost there...this feels so good...almost there! Come on up!" Uncle Zhang struggled to move,

but still responded. After he said this, the blanket was no longer as harmonious as before; it seemed to be wrestling and restless

, with very soft voices coming from it, or rather, not voices, but rather

"descriptive sounds" coming from the nose and throat.

Finally, the middle of the blanket rose high, as if someone had sat up, but was still pushing against the blanket.

Because of the bulge in the middle, the sides were shorter, and the head that was exposed was clearly not Mom's. The breathing and groans coming from it were also thicker.

The blanket in the middle of the bed kept rising and falling, and Uncle Zhang seemed to be enjoying it.

After 45 minutes of this, Uncle Zhang suddenly pressed his hands against the middle of the bulging blanket, stood up, and

lay down again. I heard someone throw the blanket to the floor with a "thud," and then the blanket

kept rubbing against the floor. I slowly got up, feeling like I was going to die, and saw two people moving on top of each other next to me

, but I couldn't see clearly. Amidst the arrogant, muffled moans and heavy nasal sounds, the "slap slap" sound echoed in

the bedroom , but it only lasted for 12 minutes.

Then the two of them went back to bed with the blanket on top of them. After a while, the blanket was slowly pulled down, revealing two heads

overlapping , still "exchanging" saliva.

I fell asleep again much later. Before that, I couldn't calm down...

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