[Mom was sexually assaulted by a colleague] [The End]

My name is Xiaojie, I'm 8 years old, and in the third grade. My mom is a secretary to a female manager at a company, and my dad 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've been 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 dad is away on a business trip for over two weeks, so my mom can attend the conference, and at least I won't get a beating.
When I got home, my mom was on the phone in her bedroom. After she finished, I went in and gave her the invitation, telling her about the conference. My mom's expression was strange. She's attended my parent-teacher conferences before, and she's always happy to hear about them because I always do well in school and get praised. Did she know I didn't do well this time?
My heart pounded with nervousness, bracing myself for a scolding. But my mom didn't scold me; she just touched my cheek and said she knew. It seems my mom 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.
It's the weekend, and Mom went to school for the parent-teacher conference around 9 a.m. I waited nervously at home, not even in the mood to watch cartoons. I was terrified, wondering how Mom would scold me.
Around noon, Mom came home with an uncle. Perhaps because of the guest, Mom didn't scold me as soon as I expected. My nervousness eased a little, and then I noticed that the lipstick and lip balm Mom was wearing were gone.
I watched her carefully apply them that morning. Because I hadn't done well on my test, I had been very ingratiating, fawning over her while she got ready, getting her 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 instantly felt a fondness for Uncle Zhang.
Uncle Zhang asked if I was hungry, and I said a little. He then offered to 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 my finger on it. However, she didn't look away, 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, but Uncle Zhang asked again, even asking 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 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 a while, 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, and I must assemble it into the strongest form to 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.
The food spilled onto Mom's shirt, and she cried out in surprise. Uncle Zhang quickly got up to help her remove the food, but he did so slowly, bit by bit, and with each stroke, it seemed as if he was forcefully grabbing Mom's breasts. Mom quickly realized what was happening, her face turning bright red. She quickly got up and ran into the bathroom. Uncle Zhang 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 question, I heard the sound of something falling to the floor from the bathroom, accompanied by the chaotic footsteps of two people, as if they were fighting. I suddenly felt inexplicably tense, wondering what was happening inside. I tiptoed to the bathroom door and could hear the sounds more clearly.
Mom was clearly breathing heavily, resisting something, and repeatedly saying things like "no now." Uncle Zhang, on the other hand, stubbornly continued groaning, and the two seemed to be arguing and pushing each other.
With a subdued "Ah!" from Mom, the bathroom fell silent for a few seconds. I thought that was the end of it, but Uncle Zhang shouted, "How can I get this stain off?" His voice was loud, but it couldn't drown out the "whoosh" sound of clothes being torn. Suddenly, it sounded like a fight had broken out in the bathroom again, and the tub fell to the floor with a crisp sound.
Mom seemed to be struggling even harder, but she stopped talking. Uncle Zhang kept talking about how 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 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, the occasional muffled cries from Mom, and 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, listening to everything coming from within.
Mom seemed to be enjoying herself. Uncle Zhang would sometimes loudly recount the stain removal process, and sometimes whisper something I couldn't hear. But whether he was loud or soft, his voice had a very suppressed and strange tone, different from normal speech.
The situation inside seemed to remain like this. Suddenly, Uncle Zhang shouted something again, and at the same time, there was a sound like clothes being torn. Mom started struggling again, and there were "slap, slap" sounds, like someone was being hit forcefully. The sounds of pushing and shoving and complicated footsteps started again. I thought something was about to be thrown, but at the same time, the phone rang.
We have a cordless phone system, one main unit and two handsets, one in the master bedroom and one in the bathroom. Suddenly, both phones rang at the same time. 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, and Mom needed to come back immediately. At this moment, Uncle Zhang also came out. I noticed that there seemed to be faint lipstick and lip gloss marks on his lips, but they were uneven, and his lips looked a little swollen.
Uncle Zhang went straight into Mom's bedroom, took out a set of clothes, and then went into the bathroom. He told me that the stain on Mom's clothes couldn't be removed and she had to change into a new one. And this time, he closed the door again. At this point, I felt a little angry, inexplicably angry. Why did he always close the bathroom door? Actually, I didn't even understand myself whether my anger stemmed from this strange habit or from wanting to see what was happening inside.
After a while, 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 after changing her clothes and putting on makeup. Her two cheeks were rosy and she looked very cute. Mom seemed to have done something wrong and was very shy. She just gave me a few casual instructions and then went out with Uncle Zhang.
When Uncle Zhang left, he patted my head and asked me if the lunch he made was good. I answered that it was good. He then asked if I wanted him to cook dinner that night, and also to get me the e-angels robot. Of course, I said yes; everything from before was instantly forgotten. After all, I'm only eight years old.
Mom and Uncle Zhang came home very late. Mom must have been busy all afternoon, as 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 shortly after I finished the call. So we sat down at the table and ate dinner. This takeout was also special; it seemed to be exactly the same as lunch, and it all looked pretty 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 arose, and I quickly got up and told Mom I had to go out for a bit. Then I ran out of the kitchen, closed the door behind me, and pretended to leave, but actually hid in the bathroom. That way, Mom and Uncle Zhang wouldn't see me and would think I had really gone out. Hiding in the corner of the bathtub in the bathroom, I tried my best to cover my body with the curtain, my heart pounding, anticipating something.
A moment later, sure enough, I heard my mother's scream and Uncle Zhang's apologetic voice. My mother walked into the bathroom, complaining. I saw several dishes on her secretary's top; it seemed Uncle Zhang had accidentally spilled food on her again. My mother wiped the stains on her clothes in front of the vanity mirror. Sure enough, Uncle Zhang followed closely behind, closing and locking the door behind him.
My mother 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 my mother's stockinged legs. He tightly embraced her legs with both hands.
"What are you doing? I hate it, let go!" my mother protested coquettishly, struggling to break free from Uncle Zhang's embrace.
Uncle Zhang's body twisted back and forth with my mother's movements, still silent, he licked my mother's long, stockinged legs haphazardly with his tongue, 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, wrapped one arm around Mom's waist, and frantically searched for her lips with his mouth, while his other hand reached inside her 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, still trying to refuse in the gaps.
Seeing that Mom's resistance was a bit too strong, Uncle Zhang stopped his frenzied behavior, just tightly wrapped one arm around Mom's waist, while his other hand continued to rub against her skirt. Mom's already good figure was now bent into a perfect "S" shape by Uncle Zhang's embrace!
Mom stopped resisting, and the two remained in that position. The bathroom suddenly became much quieter, and I realized my breathing was becoming heavy and my heart was pounding wildly. After a few seconds, Uncle Zhang suddenly shouted, "Why can't I get this stain off my clothes?"
At the same time, I saw Uncle Zhang's hand, which had been rubbing against Mom's skirt, forcefully tear her stockings. Mom was clearly caught off guard; she froze for a moment, then pushed Uncle Zhang away, trying to escape. But Uncle Zhang spun her around, so she was now in front of him, being held tightly in his arms. At the same time, his hand, which had torn her stockings, reached in front of her again, roughly groping her body. Mom struggled desperately, trying to escape Uncle Zhang.
The two of them pushed and shoved each other, 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 tank.
"Do you want Xiaojie to hear this?!" Mom seemed startled by these words and stopped resisting.
"You know, playing with you next to your child makes me feel incredibly good, the pleasure is amplified many times over, and you feel good too, right?" Although Uncle Zhang spoke harshly, he clearly showed more affection for Mom.
"You pervert, I'm not bringing you to my house anymore." Mom gasped, 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's one hand was still tightly wrapped around Mom's waist, making her body into an "S" shape, while his other hand tore at the stockings on Mom's other leg. Parts of Mom's two smooth and beautiful white legs were now exposed.
Uncle Zhang skillfully used his tongue to "pull out" Mom's rosy, fragrant tongue. Mom's saliva slowly dripped from the corners of her mouth, which Uncle Zhang then sucked back in. Their passionate French kiss made 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 greedily. Her beautiful face was 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 dissatisfied and slapped Uncle Zhang several times, making "slap slap" sounds. Uncle Zhang grinned wickedly, crossed his hands inside Mom's torn blouse, squeezed her breasts, and used his lower body to push against her, rotating her body with his.
My blood was boiling when the phone rang. I was suddenly jolted awake. 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 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 and continued assembling the e-angels robot that Uncle Zhang had given me that 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 many things. She happily explained that her company had performed exceptionally well in the first half of the year, and she'd received a large bonus, so she went shopping that afternoon to celebrate. She opened all the bags she'd brought back, revealing snacks and pretty clothes for me. Of course, I was overjoyed. Not only had I not been scolded today, but I'd also received my favorite robot, new clothes, and delicious food—no wonder I was happy!
"I went to check this afternoon, but the robot stores didn't have any left. I'll try somewhere else tomorrow," Uncle Zhang said apologetically, but then his tone shifted strangely, "These are all clothes for your mother!" He gave Mom a strange smile as he spoke, and she returned a polite smile, but it was clearly tinged with embarrassment and an indescribable feeling.
I said it was okay, though I felt 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 was always excited when she bought new clothes, constantly asking Dad and me how they looked on her. This time, she bought so many pieces—no wonder she was happy! But I was also quite happy, because I had quite a few too. So Mom got up, took the bags Uncle Zhang was carrying, and went into her bedroom to tidy up. I ate snacks and sat on the sofa with Uncle Zhang watching TV.
Uncle Zhang only sat with me for a 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 again as soon as he went in? But my fears didn't come true; this time, Uncle Zhang didn't close the bedroom door.
"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 today. Mom was whispering something, but I couldn't hear clearly.
"You should wear this one or this one now; they're so pretty! Look, they fit perfectly!" Uncle Zhang seemed to be recommending a particular outfit to Mom!
"Don't move, are you crazy? Stop messing around!" Although Mom's voice wasn't loud this time, I clearly heard the nervous tone in her voice.
Then came a flurry of footsteps and pushing and shoving from inside, before 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 pressing my ear against the bedroom door again, trying to listen more closely.
It was quieter inside now, with only the heavy breathing of two people, especially my mother's, which I heard very clearly.
"Let go! Let me go!" my mother gasped, her voice low but firm, clearly feeling tense and suppressed by something pressing down on her.
"No, I want you to wear it. You want Xiaojie to hear, right?" Uncle Zhang was also panting, as if trying to subdue something; his voice was unsteady from the effort.
"Let go!" my mother said firmly. "I'd rather die than wear it!" There was a brief silence, followed by a few sounds of resistance from my mother, then the sounds of chewing saliva and the forceful pounding of the bedsheets. There seemed to be some hushed conversation inside, but it was so quiet I couldn't hear anything. A few minutes passed, and then I heard Uncle Zhang seem to get up and stomp his foot: "I'll go out now!" 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, I suddenly heard a "smack" from inside—clearly someone had been slapped on the butt or some fleshy part of their body, making a fleshy thud sound. This was accompanied by Uncle Zhang's loud laughter and the sound of 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 amazing Uncle Zhang was; in less than five minutes, he had planned out three or four different assembly forms for the E-Angles robot. I immediately looked at Uncle Zhang with newfound respect. "Hurry up, are you done yet!" Uncle Zhang urged my mother, who was still in the bedroom, while helping me assemble the clothes. "Xiao Jie is hungry!" My mother finally came out of the bedroom, wearing a uniform similar to the one the nurse who gave me the injection wore, except the skirt only covered her knees, and she wore stockings. The rest of the uniform was exactly the same as the nurse's. But my mother looked particularly beautiful and had an indescribable sense of joy. With her two slightly flushed cheeks, my mother looked like a goddess. I couldn't help but want to go up and kiss her.
"Is it pretty? I asked your mother to wear it, but she didn't want to, 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 interrupted my answer with a seemingly nervous tone. She seemed to want to get out of this situation.
So the three of us sat at the rectangular dining table for the second time today, with Uncle Zhang and my mother on one side and me on the other.
"Do you like this meat? You don't eat much, so eat something nice. Help yourself to whatever you like!" Uncle Zhang warmly welcomed me. "Here, try this. If it tastes good, just say so." He then put a piece on my mother's plate, but his way of addressing her was a little strange. My mother frowned, took a bite, and then sighed. I found it very odd. Even if it didn't taste good, why would she sigh? And her sigh was clearly trembling. The food really did taste 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 jump into my throat. There was a small mirror I used to play with next to the kitchen door. In the mirror, I saw Uncle Zhang's left hand reaching around and slipping inside my mother's skirt, rubbing back and forth. My mother's legs, clad in stockings, were also slightly twisting. I was terrified by this sight, staring blankly at Uncle Zhang's hand moving inside my mother's skirt in the mirror.
"Eat up, what's wrong?" "Oh, nothing, just thinking about how to draw that robot!" I don't know where that came from, but I used it to brush off Uncle Zhang.
Then Uncle Zhang smiled helplessly, 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. Although she was wearing foundation, I could still feel her face burning. But I already basically understood what Uncle Zhang meant.
I adjusted my posture, pretending to eat while looking at everything in the mirror. I didn't know when, but Uncle Zhang had already unbuttoned a few buttons on my mother's skirt, revealing her snow-white, plump thighs. The middle of her thighs was where the stockings and flesh separated, but the stockings were very thin, so there wasn't a strong color contrast.
This made Mom's legs look very sexy. Uncle Zhang's hand kept touching Mom's thighs, perhaps afraid of being discovered, so the movements weren't very big. Just looking at the part of his left arm exposed on the table, you couldn't tell what Uncle Zhang was doing.
Under the cover of eating, Uncle Zhang kept touching Mom's legs, while 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, I only knew that it was moving inside her skirt. Mom's legs twisted more restlessly, and her breathing changed noticeably. I wanted to see what would happen next, but suddenly Mom quickly finished her rice and stood up:
"Xiao Jie, eat quickly!"... In an ordinary dinner, I witnessed a scene that shocked me. But now that dinner was over, Uncle Zhang and I were sitting on the sofa watching TV, Mom was clearing the dishes, and the characters on TV were moving ridiculously. I couldn't shake the scene from my mind.
Uncle Zhang sat for a while after Mom finished clearing the dishes 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 bed!" Mom urged me, who was watching TV on the sofa. I had no choice; I hadn't done well on my test, so I reluctantly turned off "Guess Guess Guess."
Actually, I wasn't paying attention at all; the scene from today was still vivid in my mind. And Mom in front of me made me even more unsettled—she looked so beautiful and charming in her nurse's uniform.
As I lay in bed, closing my eyes and recalling everything from the day, Mom's phone rang. What surprised me was that Mom usually answered the phone so casually, but now I clearly heard her walk into her bedroom and slam the door shut. And who could be calling so late? Unable to contain my curiosity, I went barefoot and quietly went to Mom's bedroom door again.
"Go to hell! No way! What time is it? Xiaojie's asleep!" My mother's sweet, slightly annoyed voice reached my ears again. "Impossible, can we do it another day? You were mean enough today!" My mother seemed to be refusing someone's request. Suddenly, I heard my mother get out of bed and walk around. Startled, I quickly ran to my bedroom.
Lying in bed again, thinking about what had happened that day, I slowly drifted off to sleep. Just as I was about to fall asleep, 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 nervous heart, I pressed my ear against my mother's bedroom door again.
From inside the bedroom, I heard the familiar sound of saliva as someone chewed something and my mother's moans. This was the first time I had heard my mother's strange moans so clearly. I desperately wanted to peek inside, but I'm not Superman, there was no way. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: Mom definitely didn't want me to know Uncle Zhang would come to our house so late… "Mom! Mom!" I cried out in fear. It took a while for Mom to come to my room. She was still wearing her nurse's uniform, but 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 very 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 will go 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 that in this room, there was another person—Uncle Zhang. Initially, I desperately wanted to enter this room to spy on everything that was happening here, but I forgot that some things wouldn't happen after I came in. Frustrated, I closed my eyes, and without realizing it, I drifted off to sleep.
"Ah—" My mother's cry woke me up. It was soft, but loud enough to wake me from my nap next to her. Even though my eyes were still closed, I was instantly wide awake; I didn't know why. I listened intently to the sounds around me.
After 34 minutes of silence, Uncle Zhang's voice came through clearly, "If you don't agree, I'll really snatch your little rabbit!" "Please don't! What if you wake Xiaojie?! Please, I'll let you do that again later, but not now, okay?" My mother's voice was tense, tinged with sobs.
"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. 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 she finished speaking, I heard the sound of chewing saliva and my mother's soft moans. I slowly turned my head to see what was happening next to me!
In the darkness, two bodies were clearly overlapping, the blanket pulled high and thick, only the ends peeking out, constantly rotating at small angles as they pressed together. The sound was likely the exchange of saliva between their mouths; from the sound, I could tell Mom was below, and Uncle Zhang was on top!
My heart pounding, I continued to watch everything around me. Uncle Zhang slowly slipped his head under the blanket, and in the dim moonlight, I could see the blanket moving constantly! After a while, the blanket was slowly pulled up, covering Mom's head as well, and then the sounds of exchanging saliva and Mom's faint moans could be heard, though much quieter now. The blanket continued to move.
I slowly moved my head closer to the blanket, the scent of Mom's hair mixed with her body odor filling the air!
"Mmm!" With a large movement in the middle of the blanket, I heard Mom's muffled, nasal sound and Uncle Zhang's straining sounds. Then, the middle of the blanket rose and fell continuously, and the bed swayed slightly, making a rhythmic sound!
"You're so beautiful...so...so good! How...how do you smell so good?" Uncle Zhang said haltingly, as if he were trying to do something! Mom didn't answer, only breathing heavily and changing her nasal tone in a rhythmic throbbing. I wanted to crawl under the covers, a strange, unusual feeling spreading through my body.
Mom slowly pulled the covers down a little, peeking out and looking at me. But what could she see clearly? Because of the gap, I could clearly hear the soft sounds of flesh being bumped against flesh, and the sound of water or some other liquid being swallowed. Mom sometimes made strange, heavy nasal sounds, and 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 suppressing her forcefully again, and the covers were restless and uneasily moving.
"You're crazy... um... you're insane, slow down!" Mom's mouth was clearly being gagged, forcing her to "exchange" saliva, but she still managed to finish the sentence!
"Almost there... this feeling is so good... almost there! Come on up!" Uncle Zhang moved laboriously, but still responded. After he said that, the blanket was no longer as harmonious as before. It seemed to be wrestling and restless, with very soft voices coming out, or rather, not voices, but rather "figurative" 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 moans coming out were much heavier, and the middle of the blanket kept rising and falling. Uncle Zhang seemed to be enjoying all of this.
After 45 minutes of exercise, Uncle Zhang suddenly pressed his hands against the middle of the bulging blanket, sat up, and lay back down. I heard someone throw the blanket to the floor with a "thud," followed by a series of scrapes on the floor. I slowly got up, my heart pounding, and saw two people moving on top of each other beside me, but I couldn't see clearly. Amidst the arrogant, muffled moans and heavy nasal sounds, the "slap slap" sounds echoed in the bedroom, but only lasted 12 minutes.
Then the two of them went back to bed, still covered by the blanket. After a while, the blanket was slowly pulled down, revealing two heads overlapping, still "exchanging" saliva.
I fell asleep again much later; before that, my emotions were far from calm…
[The End]

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