The woman became bad when she got rich.

This family consisted of only three people. The father, Ade, was an honest and hardworking factory worker; the mother, Shaobi, was a company employee who liked to dress up, but otherwise, she was unremarkable; their son, Wuhe, attended the Third Primary School, where his grades were average. The only praise his teachers gave him was for his diligence, while their most frequent criticism was that he was quiet and lacked interaction with his classmates.
This family was just like millions of others, living an ordinary life. If this unexpected turn of events hadn't happened, there would be no need to waste everyone's time here today. The story begins
one day when Ade returned home, having drunk heavily in Meng, and finally brought his wife and son bad news: Ade's factory was going bankrupt and undergoing liquidation, and naturally, Ade was laid off.
The term "laid off," so familiar to the family, struck like a bolt from the blue, the impact on this already struggling family being unimaginable.
The family fell silent. Although Wuhe couldn't fully understand the impact of being laid off, he wisely retreated to his room and quickly went to sleep. In a hazy state, he seemed to hear his father and mother arguing in hushed tones.
The next day, Ade sensed a distinct difference in the atmosphere. His mother seemed more assertive, giving orders loudly.
Before leaving, Wuhe thought he heard his mother tell his father: "You must find a job quickly!"...The dull days...more than two months passed like this. Finally, Wuhe heard his father bring back good news: he had found a job at a moving company. Although it was hard work, it seemed people were more interested in moving lately, and the income sounded decent. Wuhe finally saw a hint of a smile on his mother's tense face.
His mother, Shaobi, was noticeably more efficient than before; Wuhe could tell. Shaobi still returned from the company on time, and after skillfully arranging everything at home, she would work part-time typing and organizing documents, not returning home until close to her son's bedtime. Meanwhile, Ade, busy with the move, barely saw his son: when Ade returned, his son was already asleep, and when he left in the morning, his son was still asleep. The family of three lived their lives in this somewhat disjointed way, yet their lives were fulfilling.
Their days remained ordinary... Soon, Ade received a promotion and his salary increased, while his mother continued to diligently manage the household chores. Wu He once overheard his parents calculating their accounts at the dinner table; it seemed their income was even higher than before, a fact clearly visible on their faces. This made Wu He feel much more relaxed, as his mother finally gave him pocket money.
Although Ade was honest, everything around him influenced him, and he constantly thought about how to earn more money.
A year later, Ade quit his job—quitting on his own initiative. The family sat at the dinner table drinking again, but Wu He heard his parents laughing. It turned out that Ade and Shaobi had earned over ten thousand yuan in a year through hard work, and with the compensation Ade received after being laid off, the total was over twenty thousand yuan—enough to open a small shop.
Ade, who had previously worked in a machinery factory and possessed some car repair skills, now had some start-up capital. To earn even more money, Wu He heard his mother say: "You have to take some risks!"
With his mother's encouragement and the help of friends, Ade opened his own car repair shop. He started by doing everything himself, but then, for some reason, the business expanded to include scratches, tire repairs, and installing anti-theft devices. Ade couldn't handle it all, so he hired some helpers and rented a more prominent shop, establishing a more tangible car repair business. Perhaps it was the fair pricing, or perhaps Ade's skills were excellent; in any case, business boomed.
The days were bustling… the food was noticeably better than before, and Shaobi started dressing up again, still as beautiful as ever, which made the neighbors look at her with new eyes. Even Shaobi's colleagues came to visit, and Shaobi's constant refrain was: "We've risen again!" Ade remained serious and always preoccupied with his business. Sometimes, Wuhe even heard his mother teasing his father: "You should probably change your clothes."
"We've really hit the jackpot these days," the father said, puffing on his first Zhonghua cigarette while watching Wu He do his homework. "Failure and setbacks aren't important; what matters is how you cope." Wu He nodded, seemingly understanding... Ade's business was booming, doubling its volume every month. With his shrewd mother's help, they even took on some corporate clients, including Shao Bi's company. Another year passed, and things were even better. The repair shop changed its name—Wu He vaguely remembered it being some kind of repair company—and his father became a manager. His slightly haggard mother started humming songs every day, though Wu He didn't know the name of the new shop.
Wu He became obsessed with video games. His mother, busy helping his father, sometimes gave Wu He money for dinner to eat whatever he wanted, but it was always enough for McDonald's. Honest Wu He was cunning in this regard, always saving money to go to the arcade with his classmates. Since his parents came home late anyway, Wu He would sometimes estimate the approximate time and go to bed before they got home.
Because they hired more repairmen, and Ade complained that Shao Bi interfered too much with the business, Wu He finally overheard his parents' fierce argument late one night, after which his mother stopped going to the repair shop. After one of his mother's colleagues came over, Wu He learned a new word: fitness. Wu He's
grades slipped, and the teacher always needed his parents to sign his test scores. Several times, just as Wu He was about to talk to Shao Bi about the signature, his mother impatiently said: "I'm going to the gym, just tell the teacher your parents aren't here; but how could your grades be like this? If you don't work harder, your dad will beat you when he gets home!"
Fortunately, Wu He was secretly pleased; otherwise, if his father found out about these consecutive failing grades, he would definitely get a beating.
One day, Wu He's classmates didn't come out, and he got bored playing alone at the arcade after a short while. Remembering he hadn't done his homework, he decided to hurry home. Back home, Wu He suddenly felt something was off. It seemed his parents were home. He "stole" some leftovers from the kitchen and glanced into his parents' room. "Oh, it's not Father and Mother, but Mother and a young man."
Peeking through the slightly ajar door, Wu He saw his mother lying face down on the bed, and the unfamiliar young man was vigorously pressing on her back, chatting and laughing.
"Is the pressure okay?" came the young man's voice.
"Yeah, not bad. Do you think this will help me lose weight around my waist?" Shao Bi asked laboriously, her head bowed.
"It should. You've seen it with the people at the gym; it does have an effect. However, it's mainly about diet and sleep; you rich girls especially need to pay attention," the man said.
Wu He didn't listen for long before going back to his room, but he felt inexplicably angry and deliberately slammed the door shut.
"Wu He, Wu He!" came his mother's voice. "You...you're back!" Wu He really didn't want to answer.
"Knock, knock, knock!" came his mother's knocking. "Wu He, what are you doing? Open the door."
Wu He reluctantly got up from his desk and walked to the door. Just then, he heard his mother say to the man,
"Sorry, my child is back. We'll continue tomorrow, okay?"
Wu He had just opened the door when he heard the man close it. His mother stood by the door. Shao Bi's few words about the teacher's feedback on the grades startled Wu He. He felt a cold sweat break out, and the scene of being beaten by his father when he was a child flashed before his eyes. Later, his mother's tone softened a little, and then she told Wu He to finish his homework quickly and go to bed.
Before going to sleep, Wu He asked, "Who was that guy just now?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, that's my personal trainer. He's hard to get, he helps me with my workouts."
For several days in a row, Wu He saw the young man massaging his mother. Indeed, as his mother exercised more, her complexion improved significantly. After half a month, the trainer stopped coming.
At this time, his father started coming home later and later, often until midnight. From the snippets of conversation, it seemed he was buying some parts and had to have dinner and drinks with guests, but his mother seemed quite unhappy. Wu He didn't know how to handle this, so he just kept playing his game.
On Friday afternoon, the teacher finally lost her temper at school, scolding Wu He: "You small business owners' kids are the hardest to manage! You can't attend class this afternoon; you have to get your signature back. You say your parents don't have time, but they have to work during the day, right? Go to your parents' company; otherwise, don't expect to attend class next week."
Kicked out of school, Wu He didn't know what to do. She decided to leave her schoolbag at home and then go find her mother.
Upon opening the door, Wu He saw a pair of shoes by the door—her mother's—but her parents' bedroom door was closed. Parents usually lock their bedroom doors for safety, so Wu He guessed no one was home. Just as she was about to return to her room, Wu He thought she heard a slight noise from her parents' room. "A thief!" Lately, such things seemed to be happening a lot in the neighborhood. Wu He tensed up.
Despite her quiet nature, Wu He was quick-witted; she decided to observe first. So, Wu He quietly moved a chair to her parents' doorway, took off her shoes, and stood on it.
Peeking through the crack in the window, Wu He was shocked: it was his mother and that coach again. This time, his mother was unusually dressed, wearing only a tight-fitting tank top and a small white pair of panties. The curtains facing the balcony were drawn, and the bedside lamp was on in the room, not as glaring as natural light, but still quite bright.
He saw the coach continuously pouring liquid from a bottle into his hand, then massaging his mother's back, buttocks, and neck, his movements seemingly less forceful than Wu He had seen before. But judging from the muffled sounds coming from his mother, it didn't seem to be working well.
Since there wasn't much to see, Wu He was about to get off the chair when the man spoke softly:
"This massage method probably isn't very effective, Shao Bi. It's happened so many times; we need to change it."
"Okay, what do you suggest? I also think this isn't working," his mother said, turning her head slightly.
"Take off your panties so your waist can be massaged directly. If you don't mind, it's best to take off your tank top too."
"This… I'm afraid that's not a good idea," his mother said doubtfully. “I’m a professional, I’ve seen this all the time, why are you being so formal? It’s actually quite normal.” The coach was clearly a little annoyed.
“Okay!” the mother hesitated.
Then, Wu He watched as the coach skillfully pulled Shao Bi’s white panties down from her full buttocks. Through the reflection of the light, Wu He saw something glistening on the inside of the panties. As the coach turned to remove Shao Bi’s vest, Wu He caught a glimpse of a slit in his mother’s buttocks, and his blood rushed to his head… Wu He felt his legs go weak, because he had never seen his mother’s naked body before, never seen her full, white buttocks so clearly, and never seen that alluring slit below her buttocks.
His naked mother was so beautiful. In the soft light, the outline of her entire body appeared so soft, languid, and rounded. Although there was still some distance between him and his mother, who was lying face down, Wu He felt a powerful force pulling at him from her body, like a strong hand gripping his neck—making it hard to breathe. For the first time in his life, Wu
He felt a pressure in his crotch. He was at a loss, unsure whether to stand, stand, or look… His legs trembling, Wu He weakly leaned against the doorframe, gazing at the mysterious bedroom.
The instructor skillfully poured an unknown liquid and applied it to his mother's back, his hands moving like conductors—rubbing in circles.
His mother remained face down on the bed. Wu He couldn't see his mother's expression, but he could see the contours of her back, especially after the instructor had applied the liquid evenly, giving it a peculiar sheen. "This isn't bad," Wu He thought.
Wu He saw the coach's hands primarily kneading his mother's buttocks, gripping and releasing repeatedly. He could even see the finger marks left on his mother's buttocks after the coach released his hands.
A moment later, the hands began to slide down the cleft of her buttocks. Perhaps she touched something, because Shao Bi's body visibly trembled, and she almost imperceptibly brought her rounded legs together, making the fleshy cleft below her buttocks appear flatter and longer.
The coach didn't speak, nor did his mother. The atmosphere in the room seemed to tense up as the hands focused on a certain area, making Wu He's throat tighten again. Wu He shifted his weight, slightly moving his stiff feet, but his hands remained gripping the doorframe.
The coach changed position, standing directly behind Shao Bi on the edge of the bed, and said, "Shao Bi, please step back a little." Wu He felt the coach's voice tremble slightly, and at the same time, he found it amusing.
The mother hesitated for a moment, but still cooperated, raising her buttocks and kneeling, using her knees as a fulcrum to move backward. This movement surprised Wu He even more, because he could clearly see the two prominent mounds of flesh below his mother's buttocks. Although there were some sparse black hairs along the edges and lower ends, Wu He was certain that he liked the feeling of that thing between his mother's buttocks. But this was only for a moment; soon, his mother returned to her previous prone position. Wu He felt a little disappointed.
The coach poured some liquid, then bent down and began massaging Shao Bi's knees, slowly moving upwards in circles, finally converging at the buttocks. Wu He seemed to see the two thumbs of those hands press against the center of the buttocks, pause, and then quickly slide back to the knees. Then, again. Each time they moved upwards, Wu He felt the thumbs lingering for a longer time.
Slowly, something changed; the hands began to intentionally or unintentionally touch the mounds of flesh that Wu He longed for most. The mother seemed a little anxious; her breathing became rapid. Wu He noticed her chest rising and falling slightly, and as the rise and fall intensified, Wu He's breathing also became rapid, as if infected.
The coach cleared his throat, but still said hoarsely, "Please spread your legs a little wider. It's a bit uncomfortable, but very effective." Shao Bi's legs were somewhat stiff, clearly not as relaxed as before, but she complied anyway.
The professional hands began pressing on the mounds of flesh. Wu He saw his mother's entire buttocks seem to retract slightly, but the hands were already firmly pressing on the full mounds. Wu He noticed the detail that his mother clenched her hands into fists, but like watching a movie, no trivial details could distract Wu He from the main character's movements; his eyes were fixed on those hands rising and falling.
The young man turned around again, now facing the direction Wu He was standing in. Wu He was startled and quickly squatted down. After a moment, as if he hadn't been seen, he quietly stood up again. Wu He felt his vest was already soaked with sweat.
Now, the man was sitting beside his mother, his left hand on her waist, his right hand sliding rapidly across her mound.
Wu He saw the man's middle finger begin to penetrate the flesh, rhythmically massaging it up and down. Shao Bi's breathing filled the room.
His right hand still hadn't left the mound; because his middle finger was inside, Wu He could only see the tip of his finger when his entire palm was pressed against it, but a trace of sticky fluid clung to the tip. Wu He thought of snot and subconsciously withdrew one hand to touch his nose.
The man's right hand slowed down, but changed direction, now lightly tapping the cleft with his fingertip. Tap, tap, tap—Wu He felt as if this was stabbing into his heart, almost suffocating him.
The mother's legs parted wider, and she slightly lifted her buttocks, as if to accommodate the fingers. The man's middle finger began to slowly penetrate the crevice, deeper and deeper with each stroke, constantly moving in and out, accompanied by increasing amounts of snot-like fluid... Unconsciously, Wu He slipped one hand into his pocket and pressed it against his underwear, as if this could alleviate the immense pressure.
The coach was, after all, the coach; Wu He was almost unable to stand, yet the hand continued to move in and out of the swollen mound. The mother began to groan, lifting her buttocks even higher, and began to stroke the fingers rhythmically. Now, two fingers were inserted, and after the index and middle fingers were fully inserted, the mound swelled even more. Wu He began to hear a soft, smacking sound, like a kitten licking milk. Wu He pressed his hand between her legs even harder.
The man's face began to flush slightly, while the mother's hips swayed back and forth more violently, her fingers thrusting even harder into the mounds of flesh. The mother began to shout, "Faster, harder, harder! Harder!! Oh...oh!"
With her final cry, Wu He felt himself fall into a deep abyss... (Edited by hzpksl on 2009-10-20 14:12)
The room temporarily returned to calm. The mother, Shao Bi, lay limply on the bed, her full, round breasts deformed from the pressure. Her legs remained apart, and her crotch was unusually wet. The light from the bedside lamp made the two small mounds of flesh beneath her buttocks appear flushed and swollen. From where Wu He stood, those two fleshy mounds looked like a gaping maw, ready to devour him whole.
Suddenly feeling frightened, Wu He quickly and quietly got off the chair, returned it to its original position, and tiptoed out the door. After locking the door behind him, Wu He felt an unprecedented sense of relief.
He tiptoed up a few steps, then suddenly jumped, quickly running from the upper floor to the corner of another building, occasionally peering through the wall towards the stairwell of his own apartment.
Soon after, Wu He saw his coach emerge. Only after the coach disappeared from sight did Wu He slowly go upstairs.
Upon entering, he found his mother showering in the bathroom, and faint singing drifted from inside. Wu He called out, "Mom, are you there?"
"It's Wu He, you're back so early."
Then, mother and son spoke through the door, Wu He stammering as he explained the situation to his mother. What happened next was predictable: anger, scolding, helplessness, guidance. Finally, the mother insisted that Wu He's father come back to sign the papers and decided to have a serious talk with the teacher.
For a while afterward, the mother stopped going out at night. Wu He didn't ask why, but under her intense pressure, his grades slowly improved again. Finally, in the midterm exams, Wu He showed significant improvement, rising from 32nd to 8th in his class. His mother smiled again.
Seeing his son's progress, the father, Ade, was very happy and felt that as a father, he should give his son a reward, like other families in the neighborhood. Indeed, Ade felt that he hadn't communicated with his son enough in recent years.
"Tell me, do you want to go to McDonald's or KFC, or maybe the park or the zoo?"
"No fun, I don't want to go anywhere." Wu He clearly had no interest in such commonplace places.
"You silly boy, who wants to go to those places these days? How about a picnic?" Shao Bi interjected.
"Okay, I agree!" Wu He almost jumped for joy. It seemed his mother truly understood her son.
So, the family began planning their outing. Soon, they decided to visit "Wulao Peak" on Sunday.
It was a newly developed tourist attraction, less crowded, and while public transportation wasn't yet available, the natural scenery was well-preserved.
However, Wulao Peak was 50 kilometers from home, and a car was essential. Finally, Shao Bi decided she could borrow one from her company. Ade said that although he could drive, he didn't have a license yet, and besides, he wasn't confident about the rugged mountain roads.
"Why don't we invite Mr. and Mrs. Zhao to come with us? They seem to enjoy traveling,"
Shao Bi suggested. Wu He remembered that Mr. Zhao was his mother's colleague and had visited before. He was very friendly to Wu He, always asking what games Wu He was playing. Wu He felt he shared a common language with Mr. Zhao, because he seemed to be an expert on games that others didn't understand.
"Okay, it's settled!" Ade made up his mind: business could continue as usual, but the subordinates would manage it. "It won't take up too much time in a day." "Then you'll arrange it, Shaobi. I still need to take care of my business during this time."
"Okay, this is a good time to get familiar with each other, so everyone won't feel bored or find it uninteresting," Mother said. "I'll arrange everything!"
Finally, Father promised to buy Wuhe a game console if he did well on the final exams. It seems good grades really do work, Wuhe thought.
The next day, Mr. and Mrs. Zhao came, and Ade was also there. They talked about their travel plans again, and Wuhe kept hearing Mr. Zhao and his mother Shaobi talking excitedly from his room. They were having a great time and confidently talked about what they would do next.
Two days later, on Saturday, Mother said that Mr. and Mrs. Zhao had invited them to their house for dinner and asked Wuhe if he wanted to go. Wuhe didn't want to go at first because it was always adults talking about boring things, which was really pointless; but when he heard that Mr. and Mrs. Zhao had a computer to play with, Wuhe perked up.
The Zhao family lived in a spacious house with a large living room, but the mother commented that the layout seemed illogical, with many twists and turns, making the visual space feel cramped and inconvenient for furniture placement.
The Zhao couple were very hospitable, and the food was indeed excellent. The mother kept praising Xiao Zhao's wife, Luo Fang, for being capable.
After dinner, Shao Bi sat on the sofa and chatted with Luo Fang about this and that. Meanwhile, Xiao Zhao was in his study instructing Wu He on how to play computer games, which gave Wu He a completely different gaming experience. Although not very skilled, Wu He was still busily typing away on the keyboard… Shortly after the news broadcast began, Luo Fang's phone rang. After the call, Luo Fang called Xiao Zhao out, saying there was an emergency surgery at the hospital and she had to rush there immediately. She wouldn't be back for a while, and asked Xiao Zhao to stay with Shao Bi and her son before leaving hurriedly.
The familiar ending theme of the news broadcast started playing. Wu He hoped his mother wouldn't call him again; this hurdle was almost over. Fortunately, Wu He waited a while, but his mother didn't come in. It seemed Xiao Zhao had said he wanted his mother to enjoy his high-end stereo system.
"Ugh, so noisy!" Wu He thought, then went back to his game. After
playing for a while, Wu He called out, "Xiao Zhao, Xiao Zhao, why do I have to stop the game?" Xiao Zhao came in; it turned out Wu He had drunk too much soup that evening and needed to use the restroom. Xiao Zhao carefully taught Wu He how to use the restroom; it was actually quite simple.
When Wu He returned from the restroom, he saw Xiao Zhao embracing his mother, dancing to the music and even spinning around. "Ha, you guys dance, I'll play games, we won't bother each other!"
... Wu He needed to pee again. He paused the music and came out of the study. The music was still playing, but it seemed no one was in the living room. When he came out of the bathroom again, Wu He took a closer look and it seemed they had jumped into another room. Curious, Wu He walked to the L-shaped corner of the living room and squinted. His mother and Xiao Zhao were tenderly entwined together
. The room was dimly lit, but he could still see their movements swaying to the music. A familiar feeling came over him again. Wu He felt his throat dry and stared intently. Wu He saw Xiao Zhao's hands cupping his mother's full buttocks, their hips pressed tightly together, his mother's lips passionately intertwined with Xiao Zhao's. Wu He took a step back, gasped for breath, and felt a complex mix of emotions.
Instinctively, Wu He felt it was inappropriate to peek at adults' private moments, but he couldn't control himself. He couldn't understand why seeing such a scene felt as exciting and thrilling as playing a racing game.
The music continued its cacophony, seemingly endless. Wu He turned to look again.
His mother's tight leggings had been pulled down to her thighs, her buttocks completely exposed before Wu He's eyes.
Xiao Zhao's hands were gripping the lower back of his mother's buttocks, the two still passionately kissing.
Suddenly, Xiao Zhao lowered his head and pulled his mother's clothes up, revealing two hemispherical breasts. Immediately, Xiao Zhao withdrew his hands, each grasping one breast firmly. His mouth greedily pounced on them, sucking on the bright red nipple, his tongue darting rapidly. His other hand, however, swiftly slipped between his mother's thighs, disappearing into the depths of her pubic hair.
His mother raised her head, squinting her eyes, her lips slightly parted, leaning weakly against Xiao Zhao.
Xiao Zhao switched hands, grasping the other breast. His lips remained on the upper part of the breast, his teeth occasionally lightly biting the nipple, his tongue constantly teasing the erect bud.
Wu He saw his mother slightly part her legs, allowing Xiao Zhao's hand to easily slip inside. Occasionally, his nimble fingers could be seen moving in and out of his mother's two plump mounds. Wu He heard the sound of a cat drinking milk again.
At this moment, Shao Bi leaned slightly forward, reaching out a hand towards Xiao Zhao's crotch. Xiao Zhao seemed to understand, stood up, unzipped his pants, and an erect penis immediately sprang out. His mother's hand immediately grasped the penis, stroking it back and forth.
It seemed as if all the movements were to match the rhythm of the music, "Oh...ya, um...ah!" sounds echoing continuously from the dimly lit room.
Wu He reached into his pants and, just as his mother had done to Xiao Zhao, put his penis in her lap. Each time his mother slid, Wu He slid too, but gradually, he couldn't keep up with the rhythm… His mother's moans slowly rose in pitch, and the rhythm of her stroking his penis quickened. Xiao Zhao also increased the frequency of his thrusts. Finally, all the sounds abruptly stopped at the climax of the music.
Wu He felt himself once again abandoned alone in the wilderness. (Edited by hzpksl on 2009-10-20 14:12)
Before Xiao Zhao and his mother came out, Wu He quickly slipped into the study, but he had no interest in continuing to play computer games. He just stared blankly at the screen, his mind filled with images of his mother and coach, and his mother and Xiao Zhao's lewd acts.
"How's it going, son? Still want to play?" His mother's voice came from the doorway. "Let's go!"
Wu He groggily got up, head down, and left the study. He glanced at Xiao Zhao and was surprised to find Xiao Zhao grinning at him, his zipper slightly ajar. Without a word, Wu He turned and walked towards the door.
"Why didn't you say hello to Uncle Xiao Zhao? You're playing someone else's game!" his mother scolded. Wu
He stood silently in the shadows by the door, his eyes fixed on the floor. Shao Bi sighed and said to Xiao Zhao, "This child just doesn't like to talk much; Xiao Zhao, please don't mind."
"No, no, Wu He, come play with your mom again sometime!"
...The next day, during recess, Wu He intentionally or unintentionally approached Er Mao, an older classmate from the same neighborhood, and asked him about matters between boys and girls.
After listening intently to Wu He's convoluted story, Er Mao suddenly realized and said, "Hezi, where did you learn all this stuff? You're talking about something like 'masturbating,' which sounds like masturbation. But I don't know what it's called when a guy helps a girl masturbate. Did you see that somewhere? Hahaha!"
"No, no!" Wu He blushed and quickly explained, "I just suddenly remembered it. Never mind if I don't know. I have to go to class."
"Don't go! When are we going to play video games? I heard you're good at it!" Er Mao patted Wu He's shoulder. "But I know that when a guy uses his penis to penetrate a girl's 'thing,' it's called 'fucking' or 'fucking,' hehe..."
"Fuck! Fucking!!" Wu He sat in class pondering this word, seemingly understanding it yet not quite. Wu He had once heard someone curse "Fuck your mother's cunt!" in an arcade. At the time, he only used it as a casual expression. Now, whenever he thought of this word, his mother's wet mound of flesh immediately came to mind.
Wu He felt an erection in his crotch and quickly squeezed his legs together, afraid his classmate would notice.
On his way home that afternoon, for some reason, Wu He suddenly became interested in the signs next to the video arcades on the street. Wu He felt that the text in those adult films seemed to contain the meaning of "fucking a cunt," and Wu He seemed to understand something again, but he wasn't sure.
Finally, the day of the trip arrived. The moment Wu He saw the car approaching at the entrance of the residential area, his mood seemed to brighten again.
The Zhao couple were dressed very appropriately, especially Aunt Luo Fang, whose entire outfit seemed to be prepared for hiking: sneakers, a sports top, and a pair of snow-white sports pants. Wu He couldn't help but glance at Aunt Luo Fang a few more times because the white pants showed off the curves of her buttocks very well. Wu He even had an urge to reach out and touch her, but of course, this was just Wu He's thought.
After loading their travel essentials and food bags into their suitcases, Xiao Zhao floored the accelerator, and the two families officially embarked on their journey to "Wu Lao Mountain."
The father sat in the front passenger seat, while the mother, Wu He, and Aunt Luo Fang sat in the back. Considering Wu He's small size, he was seated between his mother and aunt. Although the mountain scenery outside the window was captivating, Wu He wasn't used to driving and soon became drowsy.
A sharp turn caused the car to swerve, and Wu He, unsteady on his feet, was pulled towards Aunt Luo Fang. In his haste, he flailed his arms, and as his head bumped against Aunt Luo Fang's shoulder, his right hand landed between her legs, and he opened his eyes.
Aunt Luo Fang gently straightened him and softly asked, "Awake?"
"Mmm!" Wu He pulled his hand away and rubbed his eyes.
Aunt Luo Fang then turned to look at the scenery outside the window again. Wu He couldn't sleep, constantly replaying the experience of that grab. "It was amazing!"
The soft spot was slightly warm, almost damp; the plump flesh, even through his sweatpants, sent a clear sensation through his palm and fingertips. Wu He recalled the scene of his mother's breasts being penetrated by fingers, and this time he truly felt his penis starting to throb. After confirming that the adults hadn't noticed his embarrassment, Wu He quietly brought his right hand to his nose and smelled it. To his great disappointment, there was no smell at all. The fifty-kilometer
drive ended quickly, and after Xiao Zhao found a slightly flat open space, everyone got off the bus. Wu He, needing to urinate urgently, didn't think much of it and stood by a small ditch not far from the bus to urinate. Turning around unintentionally, Wu He saw his mother and Aunt Luo walking by. Their eyes met briefly, and Wu He clearly sensed from their glances that they had seen his penis. Wu He blushed and quickly lowered his head, only to find his penis hard, as if he had been holding back his urine. After the adults had gone far away, Wu He managed to expel the last few drops, feeling much relieved.
To deliberately avoid looking at Aunt Luo's buttocks and groin, Wu He always looked at the distant woods, at the green of the mountains peeking through the treetops.
The adults always had endless things to say, and Wu He didn't want to listen to their rambling, so he kept his distance.
After chasing butterflies for a while and throwing stones to try and scare away the birds in the woods, Wu He sat on a large rock in the woods, quietly watching the stream winding down the mountain.
Although far away, the sunlight was still reflected by the river, and although partially blocked by the branches of the trees, it was still dazzling to Wu He. The woods were incredibly quiet… After what seemed like an eternity, it sounded like her father, Ade, was calling her. Reluctantly
, Wuhe left the large rock. It turned out her father wanted her to help gather dry branches. Hearing this task, Wuhe jumped up, saying, “How many do you need? I’ll take them all!” Xiao Zhao smiled, saying Wuhe couldn’t manage alone and offered to go with her. Her father, skilled at starting fires, and Aunt Luo Fang, a skilled cook, stayed behind.
Shaobi had originally planned to stay and help, but just as Xiao Zhao and Wuhe were about to reach the edge of the woods, her mother caught up, saying she wanted to go too.
Learning from the adults, Wuhe finally understood which branches could be burned and which couldn’t. And with such a large hill, gathering enough firewood would certainly take some effort.
Her mother and Xiao Zhao walked ahead, while Wuhe trailed behind, carrying the few branches she had gathered. Wu He saw Xiao Zhao's hands constantly pinching and squeezing his mother's fleshy buttocks. In the dense woods, he even saw Xiao Zhao's hands slipping into his mother's buttocks.
"Take a break," Xiao Zhao said, turning back to him.
Wu He was overjoyed and quickly threw a bundle of tangled branches beside the grassy pile of stones, plopping down in the grass and panting heavily. His mother and Xiao Zhao sat on a stone slab not far away, talking softly.
"Just give me one chance!" Xiao Zhao's words drifted over.
"No, I'm not that kind of person!" His mother's voice was resolute.
"I've been thinking about you constantly, even at work. You can't be so cruel!" Xiao Zhao's voice rang out.
"Don't push your luck. What haven't I given you…"
Before his mother could finish, Xiao Zhao interrupted, "You keep not letting me in. I can't stand it. You won't give me an office, and now you won't even give me a home. You're so heartless!"
"I have a family. I can't betray Ade!" His mother's words remained firm.
Slowly, the rest of her words faded into the distance. Wu He was getting impatient. After waiting a while, he shouted into the sky, "Alright, that's enough! How much more do you need to pick? I'm exhausted!"
"Okay, Hezi, you take these back first. If it's not enough, we'll bring some more back!" Xiao Zhao shouted back.
Wu He stood up, picked up the firewood again, and turned to leave when his mother spoke, "Be careful, the road is slippery!"
Wu He turned back, about to say "okay," when he saw Xiao Zhao's hand, which had been around his mother's waist, slip inside her collar.
Wu He quickly picked up the firewood and ran back. Only one thought occupied his mind: Go quickly and come back quickly!
Back at the picnic spot, Wu He saw his father talking to Aunt Luo Fang. The stove was already set up, and a variety of food items were laid out on the ground, covered with a plastic sheet he had brought from home. Seeing Wu He run back, Luo Fang called out,
"Hezi, hurry up... we've been waiting for you! If you don't come soon, your father will eat me up!" She then glanced intentionally at Ade, who was bent over clearing stones.
Wu He didn't answer directly, but threw the firewood next to his father, Ade, and said breathlessly, "I'll go find some more; Mom and the others are still down there." He then ran off.
This time, Wu He chose a different route, going around to the woods in front of where his mother had been. There were more stones and the trees were thicker, making it easier for him to observe. Wu He crouched down and slowly approached the spot where his mother and the others had been resting. Leaning against a large tree, he peeked out, and the scene before him immediately caught his eye.
Half-lying on the stone slab, Shao Bi was almost completely naked. Her bra was undone and hung loosely below her breasts, her two large, round breasts trembling. Xiao Zhao was buried between his mother's legs, constantly sliding his tongue across her plump vulva. Xiao Zhao's hands were also busy; one hand was digging and probing at her genitals, while the other cupped Shao Bi's plump buttocks and kneaded them.
After a while, Xiao Zhao got up and lay on top of Shao Bi, taking one of her nipples deeply into his mouth, then pulling it back. Just as the nipple was about to slip from his lips, Xiao Zhao's teeth bit down on the red nipple, and his mother moaned.
"That's where I used to eat!" Wu He thought.
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Xiao Zhao's hips pressed against his mother's sparsely haired vulva, his buttocks swaying back and forth. His mother's legs opened and closed, thrusting upwards repeatedly. Xiao Zhao's hands then grasped one breast in each hand, kneading them vigorously. His mouth moved from one nipple to the other, sucking and teasing for a while, then flicking it with his tongue.
His mother, eyes half-closed, was completely immersed in the vortex of Xiao Zhao's teasing, moaning incoherently, her teeth clenched on her lower lip as if desperately enduring something. A blush spread across her smooth face, and she pulled at Xiao Zhao's hair, appearing almost frantic.
Then, Xiao Zhao stood up, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down, immediately exposing his erect penis to the air. Xiao Zhao took a half-step forward, bringing his penis close to his mother's face.
Shao Bi sat up, cupped the penis in her hands, and took the entire shaft into her mouth. Slowly, she gently released it. Xiao Zhao seemed to be saying something, but because of the distance, Wu He couldn't hear clearly. However, judging from Xiao Zhao's trembling buttocks and head-shaking, he seemed to be enjoying it immensely.
The mother placed the tip of the penis against the head, rotated it, and then slowly swallowed it. Her head swayed, and Wu He could even see the large bulge on her face caused by the penis pressing against the walls of her mouth. Shao Bi's left hand slid between her legs, her five fingers rubbing up and down.
Wu He remembered what Er Mao had said: "Wow, this must be masturbation! It's so stimulating!"
At this moment, Xiao Zhao suddenly grabbed his mother's head, rapidly thrusting his unusually large penis, which was now in her mouth, saying, "You're so good at blowjobs! It feels so good! Deeper, deeper!" Because it was difficult for the mother to turn her head, she only slightly raised it, looking at Xiao Zhao with lustful eyes.
Then, Xiao Zhao pulled out his thick penis, slapped his mother's lips, and said, "You slut, do you want me to soothe your cunt down there, hmm?"
"Yes! But you're not allowed to put it in..." After saying that, he lay back down on the stone slab and spread his legs.
Xiao Zhao moved a few steps, then walked between his mother's legs, licked her wet vulva a few times, and then inserted two fingers slowly. While inserting, he looked up at Shao Bi and said, "Is it good? Is this good?" He slowly increased the speed of his thrusting, and his mother moaned, "Faster, faster!"
Xiao Zhao half-stood up, bent over, and used his left hand to play with his swollen penis a few times before slowly approaching his mother's swollen vulva. Then he thrust his waist forward, rubbing the head of his thick penis against the upper part of his mother's vulva. The mother was clearly aroused, occasionally lowering her waist. With each sway of her body, her large, white buttocks changed shape due to the shift in her center of gravity, and her two gleaming white thighs instinctively opened and closed, swaying... Wu He saw that the area below his mother's vulva was already soaking wet, and the clear fluid flowing from her vulva had also wet the stone slab beneath her buttocks.
Xiao Zhao dragged his mother's body slightly, pressing his penis up and down between her wet, swollen vulva. Suddenly, his penis thrust downwards, and the mother cried out, "Ah!" Xiao Zhao quickly pounced on top of her, tightly grasping her two round, mountain-like breasts.
The mother struggled for a moment, saying, "No, no! Get out!" and forcefully pushing against Xiao Zhao's shoulders.
Xiao Zhao's upper body stiffened, but his lower body thrust even faster. Slowly, his mother stopped struggling, and Xiao Zhao cautiously propped himself up, softly saying, "I've wanted to fuck your cunt for a long time. You won't let me, but I'll fuck you anyway! I'll fuck you to death, you slut!!"
His mother reached out and grabbed Xiao Zhao's buttocks, thrusting repeatedly, moaning incoherently.
Wu He could hardly believe his eyes. Was this what Er Mao meant by "fucking"? Was this his virtuous mother? Was this his mother "fucking" with a man? Wu He felt a mix of sorrow, excitement, and suffocation. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was going crazy.
At this moment, his mother's buttocks moved even more frequently, and his penis penetrated even deeper. After entering his mother's cunt, only two "bird" eggs were visible hanging outside.
The mother shouted, "Fuck me, fuck me hard!"
"Fuck me like this, fuck me like this?" Xiao Zhao repeated.
"Ah...ah! Fuck me, fuck me like this, fuck my cunt raw!"
Wu He watched this astonishing scene while taking off his pants and grabbing and stroking his penis with both hands.
Xiao Zhao stood up again, pulled out his penis, flipped his mother face down on the stone slab, lowered himself, and inserted his wet penis into his mother's cunt from behind, thrusting repeatedly.
His mother turned her head, mumbling, "Fuck my cunt, fuck me hard! I've wanted your big cock to fuck me for so long!"
Wu He's feelings were extremely complex, a jumble of emotions, an indescribable discomfort. Wu He hadn't expected his mother to be this kind of person, shouting for a man to "fuck her." Wu He remembered the strange look in Er Mao's eyes when he said that word.
Wu He's eyes didn't leave the two constantly moving bodies, but his hands were rapidly manipulating his penis, which had turned reddish-purple from the rubbing.
Meanwhile, the "battle" in the distance hadn't stopped.
Xiao Zhao gripped his mother's legs, pulling her back forcefully, thrusting his hips against hers. The rapid thrusting of the penis caused the mother's swollen, red vulva to leak even more fluid, the labia majora churning and throbbing.
The sounds of their bodies colliding grew louder, the "slap," "slap" echoing clearly in Wu He's ears.
"Faster, faster! Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder!"
"Okay, I'll fuck you to death, fuck you to death, fuck your cunt raw!" Xiao Zhao roared hoarsely, sweating profusely.
As the mother and Xiao Zhao cried out "Ah...ah!" almost simultaneously, Wu He felt a surge of heat coursing through his groin, and some white fluid gushed out, staining his hands. The pent-up frustration in Wu He's heart seemed to lessen considerably.
Xiao Zhao, still holding the mother's large buttocks, continued thrusting and convulsing. After a while, his penis withdrew, and a white, snot-like substance flowed from the mother's red vulva, dripping onto the stone slab. The mother collapsed onto the stone slab, motionless.
Wu He casually wiped the liquid from his hands onto a tree, stood up, pulled up his pants, and slipped out of the woods…
[The End]

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