Surviving the disaster

I'm a "librarian," though I don't really know what a "librarian" is;
that's what my grandfather told me.
He said that after the Great Depression, being a librarian was
one of the most sacred professions in the world because librarians were responsible for preserving the vital knowledge that could sustain humanity and
rebuild a prosperous society. So, from a young age, my grandfather forced me to
go through every single book piled up in our basement, memorizing a lot of
things .
"Harry, remember this," my grandfather often told me. "'Knowledge...is
power .' Therefore, we librarians are the sacred profession that preserves the power of human survival."
Honestly, I didn't understand what my grandfather was talking about at all: if librarians were responsible for preserving
that powerful force that could sustain humanity, then logically,
all should possess the power to command the wind and rain.
But in reality, I don't feel any powerful strength that I can use. I
guess my parents probably don't have that kind of power either, and my grandfather probably doesn't either. Otherwise, when the bandits attacked last time,
my grandfather wouldn't have had to hide me in the secret underground room full of books, my father wouldn't have
been unable to escape because he was farming outside, and his body would have been riddled with bullets and he would still be lying cold
in the backyard of our dilapidated house. My mother wouldn't have been robbed by the bandits,
and the grain we worked so hard to grow wouldn't have been stolen by the bandits. As a result, my grandfather and I not only had to work ourselves to the bone every day to farm,
but for a long time we didn't even have enough to eat and could only catch rats near our house to temporarily fill our stomachs. I almost became
addicted to the taste of roasted rat meat.
What happened today made me doubt what Grandpa had told me: several robbers suddenly
appeared near my house. Before Grandpa could even fully draw his .44 revolver, a
lead bullet fired from a robber's pistol pierced his head, causing it
to explode like a watermelon. I was tied up with ropes and stuffed into a sack, powerless to resist
(though I dared not).
Knowledge is power? Grandpa, then why didn't we have the power to resist the robbers?
Chapter 1 'Big Dick Harry' Chapter:
Covered in a sack, I was dragged back to the robbers' camp. After being pushed to a certain spot, I was kicked in the back
of the knee , the pain forcing me to kneel on the ground. Then, the sack over my head was removed, and I
could finally see my surroundings.
It was a tent made of canvas, somewhat worn and patched, but more than enough to shelter us from the wind and
rain . A dirty mattress lay on the ground, with some shelves beside it. Several
ragged people from near my house, like me, were kneeling on the ground with their hands tied behind their backs. Several bandits,
armed, stood by, watching us.
Just then, I heard the sound of the tent entrance curtain being lifted, followed by a clattering sound mixed
with the clanging of chains approaching from behind me. A stench of rotten leather filled my
nostrils.
"Greetings, Big Sister!"
The bandits watching us bowed to the source of the sound behind me.
"Yes, you've worked hard."
The woman the bandits called "Big Sister"... she must have been a woman? Her voice sounded
as grating as someone banging on a broken iron pot, a far cry from my mother's gentle and sweet voice
.
Then, the "big sister" walked in front of us prisoners: a pair of dark, thick
legs, as thick as radishes, were tucked into red high-heeled riding boots, the heels creaking and groaning as if they might
break ; a pair of black leather pants encased her almost square buttocks;
beneath a chain-fastened cardigan lay rough skin, but… damn it! Those breasts were an F-cup
! My little brother in my crotch suddenly sprang to life, creating a small tent in my
tattered pants.
"Huh?"
Almost the instant my little brother stood erect, the owner of those enormous breasts suddenly slammed her hand on a
broken iron pot… oh no, she let out a startled exclamation; then a large, unremarkable
hand reached under my chin, lifting my head so that I could meet the voice's gaze…
Damn it! Has God gone blind? The face before me had a gaping maw, and a protruding nose
that looked as if it had been sculpted with a knife, forming a perfect rectangle! Add to that those tiny, rat-like eyes…
If it weren't for those enormous 38F breasts on this… person… I would never
admit she was a woman! My previously restless little brother instantly went into a state of suspended animation, obediently shrinking back.
“Hehehe! Didn’t expect there to be a decent one among this haul!”
This woman… damn, admitting she was a woman was really difficult… The woman
let out a grating laugh that sounded like banging a gong.
“You did a good job this time.” The woman looked up at the robbers and said. “Carry this handsome young man to
the bed; after you take the others, go find my brother to collect your reward!”
“Thank you, big sister!”
The robbers shouted their thanks, and then several of them grabbed my hands and feet, lifting me like a dead pig
onto the filthy mattress… Huh? This mattress was a spring mattress; I'd only ever seen
them . Although it looked dirty, it
was far more comfortable than the haystacks I'd slept on since I was a child.
"Hehehe…!" Suddenly, the woman started banging on the drums again… no, she let out an unpleasant
laugh, walking towards the mattress as she laughed. "You little handsome guy look delicious. I
wonder how it feels to 'ride' you?"
"Ride" me? Oh… why do I suddenly have a bad feeling?
The woman walked up to me, ripped my pants open, exposing my terrified,
cowering little brother to the air; she then threw my pants at my face, plunging my vision
into darkness once more.
"Oh! I didn't expect your little darling to be so big even before it's fully erect!" The woman's hoarse praise
sounded like the drumbeats before an execution in some pre-Great Depression era described in books. "I
wonder how magnificent this darling will be when it's fully erect?"
The sound of chains clashing came, and suddenly a warm, moist sensation enveloped my penis
. It was probably because the woman bent down and put my penis in her mouth; wait... I remember
reading something like this in a book: a woman taking a man's penis into her mouth? Is that called
oral sex ?
When I read the book, I didn't quite understand why people before the Great Depression would invent "oral sex."
Sex is sex, why bother putting the genitals in the mouth? But now I can "
experience " it. That warm, moist, tingling sensation that my penis feels can make
a man feel incredibly comfortable, and can make the genitals instantly engorged with blood and fully erect, successfully preparing for
intercourse .
My little brother felt the same way. Surrounded by the warm, moist sensation, he forgot
the fear he had felt upon seeing the dinosaur woman. Blood rushed to his
penis it erect and hard, pressing against the woman's throat. A soft, slippery sensation
traveled from the tip of his glans.
"Wow! You got hard so quickly!"
the woman banged on her broken gong again... Damn it! Why is this woman's voice so hoarse and unpleasant?
It makes me nauseous just hearing her voice, and my little brother is so weak it wants to shrink back!
"Huh? Why is it going soft again? Is this kid all looks and no action?" the woman
said disapprovingly, followed by the clanging of chains. "Hey, kid, if you dare shrink back, I
'll kill you!"
The clanging of chains? Mommy, is this woman planning to strangle me with those chains? But…
but…hearing this woman's voice, my little brother was so frightened he wanted to shrink back…and with
that woman's face and figure, more masculine than a man's, my little brother really wished he could retreat into
his body for immediate refuge!
If my little brother shrank back, that woman would probably kill me on the spot! These bandits are always
ruthless killers , let alone killing someone like me who's tied up—it would be too easy! Waaah, I'm only
sixteen! I don't want to die so young, especially since I've never actually held a woman, like
those half-naked beauties in Grandpa's treasured "Attic" and "Playmate" magazines. Am I really going to die in
a place ?
Since I don't want to die, I can only ask my little brother to sacrifice himself for me, his older brother; but
my little brother is unwilling to stand tall and face the impending doom, which could kill me, his older brother
!
Wait… I suddenly had an idea. Every time I flipped through Grandpa's treasured "Penthouse" and
"Playmate" magazines, my little brother would get restless and start to stir. Maybe…maybe "
Penthouse " and "Playmate" magazines could give my little brother the courage to stand up straight?
("Penthouse" and "Playmate" magazines! Grant my little brother the strength to stand up!)
I silently chanted in my mind, while trying to recall the scantily clad, beautiful,
slender , striking provocative poses. Sure enough, when those semi-nude beauties in the magazines started
to seduce me in my mind, I gradually forgot that there was a huge dinosaur next to me that could devour me at any moment
, and my little brother quickly regained its upright and proud stature.
"Whoa! It's getting bigger again!" The woman's hoarse voice rang out again, but with
the protection of the beauties in "Penthouse" and "Playmate" magazines, the woman's hoarse voice had no effect on my little brother
!
Grandpa, is this the power of knowledge? I'm starting to understand.
"Hehe, let me ride it and see how it feels. It's been so long since I've ridden such a handsome, delicious, and big
little boy!"
the woman said, and suddenly the sound of iron chains hitting the ground rang out; thank goodness, if my
little brother hadn't been standing tall and proud, this woman would probably have beaten me to death with the iron chains out of disappointment!
Suddenly the bed sank, and the feeling of two fingers pinching my little brother came from my lower body. I knew the moment of '
torture ' was about to arrive; alas, farewell to my little brother, to save the life of the older brother, I can only make
my little brother sacrifice myself...
A hot, wet sensation suddenly enveloped my penis, similar to the feeling of a woman sucking on
it , but far more pleasurable. The woman's vaginal muscles were unexpectedly incredibly
soft, and the juicy wetness made
the naked women instantly strip off their clothes and pounce on me.
"Ah! Oh!"
The woman actively used her vagina to move my penis, making it
slide in and out of her incredibly wet and narrow opening, while she groaned loudly in pleasure, though her hoarse voice wasn't sexy at all.
But ignoring the sound, the feeling of my penis going in and out of her vagina was still incredibly pleasurable,
much better than masturbating. It
was truly unexpected; I never imagined that this dinosaur, whose only feature was her breasts, would have such a standard
woman's vagina.
"Ah! Ugh! Oh! Oh!"
The woman's movements became faster and more forceful, each time using her full weight to sit down
completely , causing the tip of my penis to stab hard
into a spot inside her that felt a bit like a fleshy ring; every time my penis pierced that spot, the woman would make a commotion... to hell with
the commotion! It was a moan! A moan! Along with the moaning, the woman's whole body would tremble.
According to some books I've read, when a penis touches a woman's clitoris, she usually
moans ; although this woman's moaning... damn! Can we not mention this woman's moaning? It ruins the feeling
, don't you know? Anyway, based on this woman's reaction, the spot I touched must be that clitoris that makes
women feel so good.
Suddenly, I remembered that besides the clitoris, there's another spot in a woman's vagina called the "G-spot."
Whether it's touching or rubbing the G-spot, it can give a woman immense pleasure. Since my
little brother has already been ruined by this woman, why not sacrifice a little more to please her?
Judging from the unusual respect those bandits showed her, she seems to be
quite . Being able to please her should provide some protection for my life.
Having decided to do this, I immediately moved my little brother as far as I could,
aiming the G-spot inside her vagina. Sure enough, when the woman sat down forcefully again, my little brother
first rubbed heavily against the location of the woman's G-spot, as described in the book, and then forcefully pressed against her clitoris.
"Ah!"
The woman groaned loudly like a pig being slaughtered… uh, a pig being slaughtered. Her vagina suddenly contracted in waves,
and a large amount of warm liquid sprayed onto my lower abdomen. This couldn't possibly be my little brother piercing
her stomach, causing her to bleed profusely; it must be the squirting reaction described in the book when a woman reaches orgasm, right?
However, because I slightly tilted my penis to one side, the woman's final, forceful sitting down almost split it
in two; it still hurts!
"Oh...! You're really fun to ride!" The woman finally caught her breath. "Big
dick, little darling, what's your name?"
Who? Me?
"Hey! What's your name?"
Suddenly, the tattered pants on my head were removed, and a dinosaur face covered in snot and tears appeared before
my eyes.
"Damn it!" Startled, my penis shrank back into my body with lightning speed.
"What's your name?" The woman's eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent, and she pulled out
a 10mm pistol from somewhere, pointing it at my forehead. "Try playing dumb with me again! I'll blow your
head off right now!"
"I...I'm called...Harry..."
"Oh? Harry?" The woman suddenly smiled again, although that smile
was far more terrifying than the worst nightmare I'd ever had. "From now on, I'll call you 'Big Dick Harry'!"
Huh? 'Big Dick Harry'?
"Hehehe! My dearest Big Dick Harry!" The woman suddenly bent forward and lay on top of me. The feeling of her two super-
heavy breasts pressing against my chest was indescribable.
It would have been even more wonderful if that ugly face hadn't been ruining the atmosphere. "Your big dick is truly unforgettable! As long as you stay put, I, '
Tiger Mom ' Daisy, will definitely not mistreat you; otherwise, I'll first spit out your big dick, and then throw you out to feed
the scorpions, mmm."
So this woman's name was Daisy. Her appearance really didn't match her name.
"Yes, Big Sister Daisy, I will stay and serve you." However, my life was hanging by a thread, especially
since Daisy was holding a pistol. I could only obediently comply.
"Hehe, that's good." Daisy licked her lips, looking like a mother dinosaur ready to devour her prey. "Shall
we do it again? I really want to savor your big dick again!"
Chapter 2 Everything is for survival.
Although being "ridden" by Daisy wasn't a pleasant experience, and I couldn't even leave Daisy's
tent , at least I didn't have to worry about my life for the time being, or even about food.
As the sister of the bandit leader, Daisy could freely take the food the bandits plundered. Although Daisy
didn't give me much food, it was enough to fill my stomach.
Being kept in the tent by Daisy like a pet dog meant I didn't have to work—except
for the one hour every day when Daisy would ravage me—but having nothing to do all day was very boring.
I could only pass the time by daydreaming.
I had considered escaping, but once I left the bandits' camp, unless I could find
a way to support myself—such as growing crops, hunting, or becoming a bandit like Daisy and her group and robbing to fill
my stomach—I feared I would starve to death in the vast wilderness before the bandits even caught up with me
. Therefore, although I desperately wanted to escape, I knew I would starve anyway, so I could only
helplessly continue living the life Daisy had tormented. While this life was far from pleasant, at least
I didn't have to worry about food.
And soon after, I made a significant discovery: although Daisy's appearance from the front was a
dismal 10 out of 10, from behind she wasn't so bad—she just lacked a waist
and buttocks, so she was probably a passing 60 out of 100. So, after my "persuasion"—or
rather, my surprise attack—Daisy finally "agreed" to let me use the doggy-style
position . This position not only allows Daisy to enjoy greater pleasure, but I also don't have to endure Daisy's repulsive
appearance, so it's a win-win solution, right? Although Daisy's grating moans are still unavoidable,
stuffing two rags into her ears will greatly reduce the intrusiveness of the problem.
Since life won't be as difficult as before, I'm not in such a hurry to escape—of course, I still
want to escape, but I need to prepare for it first.
Daisy seems very unhappy today because the robbers went out to plunder a small town, and Daisy
found a 9mm Beretta pistol on the town sheriff who was killed, but the pistol was jammed and unusable
, which made Daisy very unhappy.
"What the hell!" Daisy angrily threw the Beretta on the ground. "No wonder that stupid
sheriff was shot dead by us! This gun is broken!"
"Big sister Daisy, since the gun is broken..." I asked cautiously. "Can I play with it
?"
"Take it, take it!" Daisy waved her hand impatiently. "Take it if you like!"
I picked up the Beretta that Daisy had thrown to the ground; when the gun was finally in my hand, the heavy metal
gave me an immense sense of satisfaction and confidence—although the gun was broken, perhaps I could find
suitable parts to repair it, and then it could become one of my assets for escaping the bandit camp
.
As soon as Daisy stormed out of the tent, I immediately took advantage of the moment when Daisy couldn't see what I was doing...
I started disassembling the Beretta, hoping to fix it. However, as soon as I started, I knew
it wasn't actually broken; it was just jammed. The gun hadn't been cleaned in a long time, and the bolt
was covered in sand and gunpowder residue, causing it to jam. Once I washed away the dust and residue, the gun would be
usable.
Excitedly, I found some rags on the shelf and began cleaning the jammed
Beretta . There were about ten bullets left.
Once I cleaned it, I'd have a usable Beretta and ten bullets—enough to escape the camp!
But halfway through cleaning the gun, I suddenly remembered: Daisy had never given me anything
other than food before, not even clothes. Perhaps she didn't trust me enough, afraid I'd do something to
harm her? But today, Daisy had given me a "broken" pistol with a few
bullets in it! Could this be a sign that Daisy was lowering her guard?
Besides, even if I could repair the gun, I only have one gun and ten bullets. Escaping
the bandits ' camp wouldn't be difficult; I'm quite confident in my stealth skills. I've even managed to
sneak up to rats and catch them with a net for dinner before. But the bandits will eventually discover my escape
. How many pursuers will ten bullets take down then?
Or, could I use this gun in a different way to gain more benefits?
After dinner and a short rest, it was time for my "work." Because Daisy's moaning
was so disturbing, even though she was the bandit leader's sister, when many of her men
complained to her brother that her moaning was disturbing their sleep, Daisy's brother could only ask her not to "ride"
me too late. So, the time after dinner became my work time. Although Daisy's moaning was still
quite disturbing and bad for digestion, the bandits had no concept of health, so
no one objected.
"Big Sister Daisy." Finally, having finished today's 'work,' I took out
the Beretta pistol I'd already tidied and presented it to
Daisy . "This gun is fixed, please accept it, Big Sister."
"What? You fixed the gun? You can fix guns?"
Daisy, who had been resting with her eyes half-closed, suddenly
widened . Then she sat up, took the Beretta from my hand, and began to examine it closely.
The sudden lightness of the Beretta as it left my hand gave me
a feeling that my future was slipping out of my control; after all, that 9mm Beretta was the only asset I could freely use, and yet I had
given it all away.
Although I'd read in books that investment was about making more profit, I
felt that giving the gun to Daisy was more like gambling; if I lost, I'd be
penniless again. But if I succeeded… "Huh? There are still bullets in the magazine?" Daisy looked up at me
when she took the magazine out and saw the ten bullets inside . "Get my clothes, let's go to the shooting range to test the gun!" Daisy wanted me to go with her to test the gun? Great, it seems my 'investment' is starting to pay off, and the first profit I've earned is 'being able to leave Daisy's tent'! Daisy put on her heavy metal leather suit, but only threw me a tattered cloth to cover my body. I had no choice but to wrap the tattered cloth around my lower body to cover my little brother, and followed Daisy out of the tent; fortunately, the bandit camp was full of slaves that the bandits had captured from the surrounding villages and towns, intending to sell them . Those slaves were dressed even less than me, some women didn't even have a piece of cloth on them. Although I was only covered by a piece of cloth from the lower body, I was already considered 'well-dressed', so I wouldn't attract too much attention. Daisy's so-called "shooting range" was just a wooden frame next to the bandit camp, piled high with metal cans as targets; nothing particularly important. However, when Daisy was test-firing the Beretta pistol I had repaired, many bandits from the camp came to watch, including Daisy's brother , "Tiger" Woody. "Daisy," "Tiger" Woody said, his arms around a female slave, watching his sister test-firing the Beretta. "Wasn't your gun unusable?" "Big Dick Harry fixed it for me," Daisy replied to her brother. "Oh? Big Dick Harry can repair guns?" Woody stared at me with his tiny, beady eyes, just like his sister's. "I have some broken guns here, Big Dick Harry, come and see if you can fix them!" "Yes, Boss Woody." I tried my best to keep a straight face, but inside I was so happy I wanted to shout: Woody let me repair guns ! That means I can get access to the bandits' armory! "At that point, I could get my hands on not only the Beretta pistol, but even the powerful AK-47, if the bandits really had one ! " Woody personally led me to the tent the bandits used to store their weapons. Two armed bandits . Normally, not only would slaves be killed if they approached, but even members of the bandit gang wouldn't be allowed near this tent without Woody's permission. But now, Woody was personally leading me inside; this was a good opportunity, if I could seize it… Inside the armory tent were several large crates filled with bullets of various calibers; next to them were piles of broken guns haphazardly. "Here!" Woody casually grabbed an MP5 from the small hill of guns and handed it to me. "See if you can fix this." After disassembling the MP5, I immediately knew where the problem lay: the bolt carrier spring was probably broken in two due to corrosion. Replacing it with a new one would solve the problem; however, where would I get a new bolt carrier spring? "Woody, this gun can be repaired, but we need a part." I told Woody the situation. "This gun needs a bolt carrier spring to be repaired." "A bolt carrier spring?" Woody's expression clearly showed he didn't understand what a 'bolt carrier spring' was.

"That's a gadget," Woody said, pretending he knew what it was. "I don't think I have one; could you take it from another gun
?"
"Should be able to..."
I started searching through the pile of guns and soon found another MP5; the
bolt was missing, but the recoil spring was still there, and there was even a scope on it! I
removed the recoil spring and scope from this gun and installed them on the previous one, then loaded all the bullets from both guns into a
magazine , and in no time, I had a working MP5.
"Boss Woody, the gun's fixed." I respectfully presented the MP5 to Woody with both hands.
"Fixed?!" Woody looked incredulous and hurriedly grabbed the MP5 from my hands.
"Let's go to the shooting range and test the guns!"
The MP5 I fixed for Woody became his favorite weapon.
He carried it , especially when he went out to rob. The MP5's "powerful" firepower made him
invincible. So Woody took me away from Daisy to be his gun repairman.
At first, Woody would watch me while I repaired guns, probably worried I'd steal something.
Woody's worries weren't unfounded. I really wanted to steal, but I'd steal something
valuable . A few broken guns, while valuable, weren't valuable enough to make me steal
. So, after watching me repair guns two or three times, Woody got bored and simply
let me repair guns alone in the tent. I guess he had some confidence in me now.
Since Woody wasn't watching me anymore, I naturally wouldn't keep a clean slate. However, I wasn't
stupid enough to directly steal and hide guns; if Woody found out, I'd probably have several bullet holes in my head. I
used the excuse of needing to test-fire the repaired guns to practice shooting at the range every day.
This not only improved my marksmanship but also prevented Woody from discovering my secret practice.
Since I started repairing and maintaining the bandits' guns for Woody, the bandits' firepower increased
dramatically , and they acquired more loot each time they raided. This made Woody rely more on my gun repair skills,
because someone would always break a gun during a raid. If I could fix the broken guns, Woody
wouldn't have to rely on guns found during raids to replace the broken ones, as before.
To allow me to focus on repairing guns, Woody had a special
tent and forbade Daisy from coming to see me again, so I could repair guns more efficiently. I had finally
escaped Daisy's clutches!
Today, I was engrossed in repairing an M60 light machine gun I found in a pile of broken guns. If I
could fix this M60, I wouldn't be afraid even if all the bandits in the camp came after me after I escaped.
However, as I was repairing it, I suddenly heard a member of the bandit group's voice outside the weapons tent.
"Hey, is Big Dick Harry in there?" Although Woody had strictly forbidden anyone else from entering the tent, I
hurriedly hid the gun I was repairing to avoid being discovered repairing the machine gun.
"What is it?" I stepped out of the weapons tent. Now, besides Woody, only I could
freely enter and leave this tent; it was a special treatment Woody gave me, though not a very pleasant one.
"Boss Woody wants to see you." The bandit beckoned to me. "Come with me."
Woody wants to see me? Could it be that he discovered my 'plot' of secretly repairing the M60 and planning to
escape using its firepower? But it doesn't seem like it. Only Woody and I can freely
enter and exit , and since letting me repair the gun alone, Woody hasn't stepped into the weapons tent at all
. He shouldn't have discovered what I'm up to...
So what does Woody suddenly want with me?
While wondering whether Woody's call was good or bad, I followed the bandit leading the way into
Woody 's tent. Inside the tent, Woody was completely naked, having sex with a female slave.
"Boss Woody, you want to see me?" Seeing Woody busy with a woman, I began to wonder
why chose this time to call me.
"Oh, big dick Harry." Woody said pantingly while having sex with the female slave in his arms. "
I need you to do something for me."
"What are your orders, boss?"
"Kill that woman until she's mangled!" Woody said,
pointing to a woman lying on the ground beside the tent, her hands bound behind her back.
Why does this woman look so familiar…?
Just then, the woman looked up, glaring hatefully at Woody, then at me; however,
when she saw me, the resentment on her face vanished, replaced by extreme surprise
; then, she exclaimed:
"Harry…?!"
Hearing the familiar voice in her exclamation, I immediately recognized her: it was Annie
Potter, my mother!
So Mom wasn't dead! That's wonderful! I suppressed the urge to rush over and hug my mother,
then suddenly realized: Wait a minute! Woody told me to kill this woman until she's mangled, so that means…?!
"You've heard of 'Big Dick Harry'? That's even better! I said I'd fuck you to pieces,
and I'll fuck you to pieces. Big Dick Harry is the executioner who'll fuck you to pieces!" Just as I was filled with doubt
and suspicion , Woody grinned maliciously at my mother. "Hehe! You're in luck. Big Dick Harry's dick
can make women scream non-stop!"
"You beast!" My mother cursed Woody angrily, but didn't mention that I was her son.
"I knew you didn't have the dick to do it yourself!"
No! Mom! Don't anger Woody! If I don't anger Woody, maybe I can
use my recent experience of fixing his gun to plead for him...
"I don't have the dick? Can't you see I'm busy? Let Big Dick Harry entertain you first, and I'll
take over later!" Unfortunately, Woody seemed to have already lost his temper. "Big Dick Harry, fuck that
woman !"
"Boss Woody... this..." I hurriedly thought of ways to resolve the current
crisis. "...I dare not! This is the boss's slave, I dare not lay a hand on him..."
"Damn it! Are you Big Dick Harry or Dickless Harry?" Woody suddenly yelled. "I told you to fuck, so
fuck! If you don't dare, I'll cut off your rotten dick!"
Oh my god! Woody's going to cut off my little brother! What am I going to do?
I couldn't help but look at my mother, only to find her looking at me with despair in her eyes.
"Big Dick Harry, I'll count to three!" Woody yelled again. "If you haven't shoved your
rotten , I'll use your dick as a target! One...! Two...!
..." Oh
my god! How did things turn out like this? If I disobey Woody's orders, the consequences won't
just be my little brother being ripped out; I'll probably have several holes in my head, and my mother's fate won't
be much better...
There's no way out if my mother and I are to get through this crisis... if I'm to survive...!
I walked towards my mother. Her eyes suddenly widened in panic, but quickly softened into a resigned
calm. It seemed she shared my thoughts. When I reached her, she closed her eyes,
slightly parted her lips, and two tears streamed down her cheeks.
"To survive, I have no choice but to…" I mustered my last bit of courage, banishing my hesitation.
I pulled down my pants and shoved my half-erect penis into my mother's mouth. "…I'm sorry, Mom!"
"Ugh!"
When my penis entered her mouth, she seemed momentarily overwhelmed and choked. I quickly
pulled it out a little to let her catch her breath. However, just as I was about to pull it away, she
sucked on it and began licking it with her tongue.
A soft, moist touch swirled around my penis, carefully licking both the front and back of the glans
. I think Mom was probably pretending to clean the dirt off my penis with her mouth, but when her
taste buds brushed against the back of the glans, a tingling,
electric sensation shot through my body, activating a rush of blood to the corpus cavernosum. My penis
instantly became erect, pressing hard against Mom's throat.
Perhaps feeling uncomfortable, Mom instinctively pulled back, exposing
half of to the air. But then she turned her head forward, taking my penis as much as possible into her mouth,
making it look like she was moving her mouth back and forth on it.
"Heh, you're enjoying Harry's big cock, aren't you! You slut!" Woody's voice came from the side.
"You were just pretending to be chaste! How come you're now acting like a slut, swallowing Harry's big dick like a whore?"
Hearing Woody's mocking words, Mom paused, tears welling up in her eyes again.
"Stop crying! I've had enough of you two giving each other blowjobs!" Woody roared. "Turn around right now and
stick your ass up high. I want to watch Harry's big dick pound your cunt to pieces!"
Mom, tears streaming down her face, reluctantly spat out my saliva-covered penis, struggling to turn over and lie face down on the ground.
Because her hands were still tied behind her back, she could only press her face to the ground, trying her best to stick her ass up high.
"Put it in!" Woody shouted again.
Looking at that plump, white, round, slightly trembling buttocks under the dirty cloth, with a pinkish-
purple a faint sheen of moisture in the slit; I came into this world through this place,
and now my big dick has to go back in... forced back in... Damn
Woody! One day I'll make you wish you were dead! I cursed inwardly, raised my huge cock, aimed at
my mother's pussy, and thrust it in hard.
"Ouch!"
My cock entered her hole, and my mother let out a painful groan. I didn't know if it was the pain of being forced into incest with
her own son, or the fact that her tight pussy couldn't accommodate my cock's invasion!
"Hehe! Bitch, Harry's cock tastes good, doesn't it?" Woody leered. "Harry! Thrust your
cock hard! Show this bitch a thing or two!"
Although I didn't want to ravage my mother's body, I knew Woody was just a beast in heat.

If I didn't obey Woody's orders, he wouldn't even consider my usefulness in fixing guns; he would definitely pull out his gun
and kill my mother and me.
There was no other way but to obey Woody's orders and start thrusting my cock into my mother's pussy.
The folds of flesh in my mother's pussy tightly wrapped around my cock, making thrusting extra difficult and painful;
so every time I thrust, my mother would let out a soft moan of pain.
No, forcing my mother to have sex with her own son is already painful enough; how could I make
her suffer even more? But I absolutely cannot pull out my huge penis, otherwise Woody will beat both my mother and me
to death on the spot, and Woody might even find someone else to rape my mother! Since my mother is destined to be humiliated anyway, I
'd rather do this dirty work myself; at least I can alleviate her suffering.
And the way to relieve my mother's pain is the sexual technique I've learned: I slowly push my huge penis into my mother's vagina
, pressing it against her G-spot. When the glans and the uneven muscles of my penis rub against her G-spot,
it brings her some pleasure, slightly compensating for the pain she's endured.
"Ugh...ugh...!"
My huge cock rubbed against her G-spot, probably too stimulating, and Mom trembled all over. Her vagina
suddenly secreted a lot of lubricant, instantly reducing the resistance as I thrust forward. As a
result, I couldn't immediately reduce the force of my thrust, and my cock rapidly
advanced through her fully lubricated vagina, slamming heavily against her clitoris.
"Ah—! Ahhh—!" With her clitoris being slammed so hard, Mom suddenly groaned loudly.
Although she immediately lowered her voice, everyone could tell it was a woman's
groan caused by unbearable pleasure.
"Good! Good! Big-dicked Harry, keep going like this!" Woody grinned maliciously, pinning the female
slave down, placing her legs on his shoulders, and beginning a violent thrust. "Let's have a contest and see who
can fuck a woman the most wildly!"
Although I didn't want to have this kind of competition with Woody, if I could exhaust Woody during the competition,
maybe Woody would let my mother and me go. So, I pulled my big cock, which was already fully inserted, out halfway
and pressed it down hard against my mother's G-spot again until I hit her G-spot hard.
"No—! Ah—!" My huge cock must have really stimulated the sensitive spot in Mom's pussy, because
Mom screamed loudly, but before the scream was over,
it turned into a moan of pleasure because of the thrust to her clitoris.
"Haha! I didn't expect this hypocritical bitch to moan so wildly!" Woody laughed as he panted
and vigorously fucked the female slave beneath him. "This is so exciting!"
"I'm sorry, Mom." While Woody was focused on fucking his woman, I whispered.
" I have to do this to survive; but I will try my best to make Mom comfortable."
Without waiting for Mom's reply, I immediately thrust my huge cock in again and again, using all
the tricks on Mom.
"Ah! Harry...you...ah! Ouch!"
Under the heavy blows of my huge cock, Mom could only helplessly sway her buttocks to meet my thrusts.
"Hoo...hoo...Mom, is this...comfortable?" Feeling Mom's pussy
wrapped around my cock, waves of pleasure spread throughout my body. Mom's moans ignited my
desire, and I thrust faster and harder.
"Ah—! So good...so good—! Harry...not there...oh no! Too sensitive...
oh no! Ahhh!"
With a high-pitched moan, Mom suddenly tensed and trembled, a large amount of warm
fluid gushing from her pussy; then, having climaxed, Mom collapsed to the ground, slowly panting.
I glanced at Woody; he was trembling on top of the woman, seemingly ejaculating. I
didn't know how good Woody's stamina was in bed, but the thought of him ejaculating on top of Mom...
I would rather die than see that happen!
The best way to prevent Woody from bullying Mom is to plug her little honey hole and let Woody continue
to vent on that female slave until he's exhausted; anyway, Woody himself told me to fuck 'this woman' to pieces, so he can't blame my
big dick for occupying Mom's little hole.
"Mom, to prevent Woody from having a chance to bully you." I put Mom's long and elastic jade legs
on my shoulders, pressed my big dick against Mom's honey hole, and then slid in. "This is the only way, I hope Mom
will feel good."
"Ah...! Ah...! So good...!" Being tossed around by my big dick again, Mom moved her
waist to match my thrusts while moaning. "So good! Harry... ah! It's hitting the spot... oh! My
Harry! My darling Harry, my good boy...!"
Hearing Mom call out like that, I was startled and quickly kissed Mom's mouth to prevent her from accidentally calling out
the word "son." If Woody found out about my mother-son relationship, who knows
what tricks Woody would come up with to mess with me.
However, the moment I kissed my mother's lips, her tongue almost immediately invaded my mouth
, sucking my saliva and giving me a passionate, wet kiss; her waist thrust upwards repeatedly,
seemingly hoping my large penis would penetrate even deeper.
Okay... since that's how it is...
I put all my weight on my penis and thrust in with a powerful vertical pressure, the tip of my glans squeezing into
the ; suddenly, my mother's eyes widened, her whole body tensed again, her vagina gushing fluid
and contracting rapidly; gripped by my mother's vagina, a chill shot from my tailbone to my
head, my defenses instantly crumbled, and a large amount of thick, turbid fluid shot into my mother's uterus.
When I realized I was ejaculating, I wanted to pull my penis out; but my mother suddenly
clamped tightly around my neck, thrusting her waist upwards, her vagina gripping my penis tightly,
absorbing every last drop of my semen.
"Mom, you..."
"Don't speak... Harry, Mom knows you had no choice." Mom whispered,
kissing my nose. "Since you've already done it, don't give yourself away; are you still okay?"
"I can still ejaculate three or four times, no problem."
"That's good." Mom sighed softly, two rosy blushes spreading across her sand-covered
, white cheeks. "Continue... don't stop... don't let Woody find any flaws, but take
it slow ... support Woody until he can't anymore."
"Yes, Mom." I pulled my penis out a little, then slowly pushed it back in.
"Mmm~~~!" A blissful, seductive expression appeared on Mom's face, her legs tightly wrapped around my
waist.
Chapter 3 Struggle
I've forgotten how long Woody's "sex game" lasted, only that Woody repeatedly told me to get
off and "let" her have his way with him. Of course, I couldn't agree to such a request, but I also
couldn't refuse Woody's orders. Refusing Woody's orders would likely result in him shooting me on the spot. The only
solution was to make Woody give up his orders, and the way to do that was to use certain
highly provocative positions to make Woody so aroused that he'd rather I continue "performing" on my mother—
for example , entering from behind with my mother facing Woody. This way, Woody could clearly see my big
cock stretching my mother's vagina, covered in her juices, going in and out. Moreover, I could easily reach
my mother's G-spot from behind, and the naturally seductive expression on my mother's face would further stimulate Woody,
making him unable to resist his lust and forcing him to grab other female slaves to vent his anger, thus abandoning his plan to defile my mother.
Although I successfully made Woody nearly exhausted from venting his frustrations on the other female slaves, he then
only allowed me to leave his tent alone, leaving my mother behind. This meant that while Woody "
theoretically" shouldn't have had the energy to abuse my mother anymore, as long as she remained in
that beast's tent, I couldn't shake the disgusting image of Woody's ugly penis penetrating her vagina from my
mind.
Damn it, it seems I really have to go all out to rescue my mother.
I didn't sleep all night, staying holed up in the weapons tent, trying to fix the M60
machine gun as quickly as possible. Finally, I finished fixing it shortly after sunrise and immediately took the M60 to the firing range for a "
test shot." If Woody was still asleep, the gunfire would wake him up; if
he was already awake, the gunfire should lure him out of the tent—and prevent him from having time to...
I went to do other things, like…
After setting up the machine gun at the firing range and loading the ammunition, I immediately opened fire on the wooden rack holding the bottles and cans. The deafening
bursts of gunfire woke everyone in the camp, including Woody; and when Woody, wearing only tattered shorts and
still sleepy-eyed, arrived at the firing range, he was met with a ground riddled with
bullet , the dust kicked up by the bullets still hanging thickly in the air.
“Holy shit…!” Seeing the mess before him, Woody’s sleepiness vanished completely. “What the
hell ?!”
“Boss Woody!” Seeing Woody come out, I quickly picked up the M60 and brought it to him.
"This is the gun I just fixed, please accept it, Boss Woody!"
"What?!"
Woody looked at me, then at the M60 I was holding in my arms, before hesitantly taking the M60
. As Woody took the M60, I quickly stepped aside to avoid him "accidentally" pulling
the trigger and tearing several large holes in my stomach.
"Hey, you guys, go get some wooden crates!" Fortunately, Woody didn't fire; he just
ordered his men to move the crates.
After the crates were brought over, Woody raised the M60 and fired at them. The powerful
recoil of the M60 made Woody lose his footing, shooting and retreating. By the time Woody finished firing a round,
a row of crooked footprints was left on the ground. However, the wooden crates used as target practice were reduced to
splinters, and the smoke from the M60 firing and the dust from the bullets hitting the ground almost obscured
everyone 's vision.
"Holy shit!" Woody paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. "With that kind of firepower, who could possibly
be my match? Haha! Big Dick Harry, you did a great job! I should reward you!"
"Thanks, Boss Woody!" I nervously rubbed my hands together. "Um... Boss Woody, could you give me
that ?"
Oh God, Woody, you have to grant my request! Otherwise, I'll have to carry out the riskier "
Plan B"—that is, secretly shoot Woody in the head at night and then escape with my mother; but
if we get lost in the wilderness, we'll just starve to death.
"That female slave from yesterday?" Woody squinted at me with his beady eyes. "Why?"
Why? Could I tell Woody that it was because that female slave was my mother? Woody might
rape my mother in front of me!
"Because...because it's been so cold at night lately, I often can't sleep because of the cold...and I don't have a blanket
to
cover myself with, so I haven't been sleeping well, which is seriously affecting the progress of repairing the guns..." I made up an excuse, hoping to fool Woody. "...So I was thinking, if I could hug a woman to keep warm without a blanket,
at least I wouldn't feel so cold..."
"Hmm..."
Woody tilted his head. I knew Woody was thinking about whether to give me "that female slave";
this bandit camp had plenty of female slaves that had been stolen from all over the place and were waiting to be sold to slave traders, but
there wasn't a single blanket. Even Woody's sister Daisy didn't have a blanket to cover herself with. Therefore,
it was absolutely impossible for Woody to give me a blanket, but giving me a woman was not difficult for Woody.
"Hmm, okay!" Woody nodded.
When Woody nodded, I was so happy that I almost shouted. I could finally rescue my mother from Woody's
clutches ; but I had to restrain myself from showing too much excitement, for fear that Woody would become suspicious.
"Anyway, I don't need that woman. I'll have someone bring her to your tent," Woody
said , patting my shoulder hard. "Good job, big-dicked Harry! As long as you do a good job, I won't treat
you unfairly!"
I returned to the weapons tent to continue repairing the guns. Although I really wanted to go back to my own tent
to see if Woody had really kept his promise and brought my mother back, I knew that if I left my work unfinished and
Woody found out, who knew what would happen to me if he got angry? I had to suppress the urge to go back
to my tent to find out and focus on repairing the guns.
Finally, night fell. I quickly put away the guns I hadn't finished repairing and
rushed back to my tent.
My mother was sitting in the tent.
Although Woody hadn't even given her a rag to cover herself with, leaving her naked in my
tent, at least she was free from Woody's clutches!
Hearing me slip into the tent, Mom instinctively covered her chest with her hands and turned to look at me. When
she saw it was me, the fear on her face vanished instantly, replaced by
joy .
"Harry!" Mom excitedly opened her arms and hugged me tightly, her cheeks
rubbing . "Harry, I'm so glad you're alright!"
"Mom, I'm sorry I couldn't get you out sooner." I could feel the warm, dampness on
our cheeks; it must be Mom's tears. "I'm so sorry you suffered."
"No, no, that's not true!" Mom choked back tears. "You did a great job. You saved Mom from
that 's clutches. You did a really good job!"
Saved Mom from Woody's clutches? Maybe, but that was after Woody had her "abused"
; and the person responsible for "abusing" Mom was me...
Although I deeply resent everything Woody did to my mother, the thought of Woody reminds me of Daisy; the thought of
Daisy brings to mind the days I was kept as a sex slave in the tent; and
the days Daisy treated me like a sex slave make me think back to yesterday, when, forced by circumstances, my mother was penetrated by my large penis
, and the allure of a true woman was revealed before my eyes…
And now, my mother is naked, tightly embracing me, her soft, round, and full breasts pressing against
my chest, and my little brother suddenly grows rapidly.
Hey! Hey! Little brother, although this woman is a standard beauty, she's not someone you can "think about"
…!
Unfortunately, my little brother ignores my protests and remains hard and erect, and to make matters worse, it's pressing right
against the inside of my mother's thigh!
My penis nudged her inner thigh, startling her at first. She looked down to see what had touched
her, then her face flushed red. She quickly released her grip on me, turned around abruptly, and
sat with her back to me. The previously harmonious atmosphere of family reunion instantly became incredibly awkward.
"Uh… Mom, what would you like to eat?" Not knowing what to say to ease the tension, I tried to find
an excuse to start a conversation—perhaps an excuse to legitimately slip out of the tent and catch my breath?
"…I'll go get it. I did some things for Woody anyway, and he allowed me to take whatever I wanted
."
"Anything…anything is fine…" Mom's voice was very low; clearly,
what happened yesterday was still fresh in her mind.
"Okay, I'll just grab something to eat and be right back."
I crawled out of the tent, suddenly remembering that I had a tattered cloth to cover my lower body, but Mom
had nothing. Wasn't that inappropriate?
Anyway, there wasn't much else in the camp, just a lot of naked slaves, so one more wouldn't make a difference; so I
untied the loincloth from my waist and placed it inside the tent.
"Mom, this rag isn't very comfortable, but it can at least keep out the cold a little, you can wear it
..."
After putting the rag down, I hurried towards the tent where the bandits had piled up food; my restless little brother was still proudly erect, so I had no choice but to walk towards the food tent
with my erect penis standing tall, enduring the strange looks from others . Oh well, as long as Mom's alright, I don't care about anything else... Anyway, no one else has any clothes to wear, at least I still have the "capital" to hold my head high in front of others. ( Anne Porter joins the team ! ) ********** ... Although Mom had covered her three most sensitive areas, most of her fair skin was still exposed . The few tattered pieces of cloth barely covered her private parts, and the allure of this half-concealed state was almost as strong as complete nudity. My little brother, which had finally calmed down, started to stir again. Luckily, Mom had her back to me and couldn't see my embarrassing state. I shared the food with Mom, and we ate our dinners quietly. Before she was kidnapped by the bandits , Mom would always ask us at the table if the food was good, then smile broadly as she watched us men devour her delicious cooking. But since Woody's gang appeared, I've never seen Mom's warm smile . Even now, when Mom and I can eat together, we can only quietly eat our own coarse food, barely exchanging a few words. Damn Woody, one day I'll make you pay! "Harry…?" Suddenly, Mom spoke, though her voice was unusually low. "... Where did you learn those... techniques for pleasing girls?" Techniques for pleasing girls? Why would Mom ask that? "Some of them I learned from Grandpa's books." But I could only obediently answer Mom's question. "The rest I learned from Daisy." "Daisy?!" Mom's voice trembled. "Woody's sister. I was kept as a sex slave in Daisy's tent; I only managed to get a job repairing guns for Woody." "I see..." Mom's voice became even softer. "...I really feel sorry for you..." After finishing my food, I curled up at the tent entrance to sleep; the desert nights were quite cold, and even with the tent providing shelter from the wind, the low temperature could still condense around me through the tattered canvas of the tent; therefore, it was difficult to sleep well. The excuse I made up for Woody earlier, "It's too cold to fall asleep at night," was indeed true. "Achoo!" A gust of cold wind blew in from the tent entrance, tickling my nose and making me sneeze. "Harry." It was my mother's voice. "It's too cold over there. Come and sleep with me, it'll be warmer." "But..." I thought my mother and I were still at odds because of what happened yesterday. "Or I can sleep with you." My mother said, and I heard her moving around inside the tent, then a warm feeling pressed against my bare back. "Sleeping together makes it easier to fall asleep, just like in the books, when you encounter a cold snap while hiking, several people can hug each other to keep warm and avoid freezing." "Yes, Mom." "Sleep well." My mother wrapped her arms around me from behind, and two warm, soft mounds pressed against my back... Hey! Little brother, can't you just behave yourself? You're always trying to stand up! My mother is kindly using her own body heat to warm me up! Unfortunately, my little brother ignored my protests and continued to puff out his chest. Luckily, Mom was sleeping behind me; otherwise, if she had seen me in this embarrassing state, I wouldn't have been able to speak to her for days. "Slap!" I slapped myself, hoping to calm down. "What's wrong, Harry?" Mom's gentle voice was full of concern. "There...there are mosquitoes," I quickly made up an excuse. "Oh, I see." Mom's voice remained gentle and soothing. "Mom will swat the mosquitoes for you. You've had a long day; you should go to bed early." "Okay, Mom."

Suddenly, I heard my mother softly humming a lullaby. Although I was no longer a baby
, the familiar melody gave me the comforting feeling I had as a child. My mother's warmth
also dispelled some of the chill, and a wave of drowsiness washed over me.
The next day, before going to the weapons tent to repair my guns, I specifically told my mother not to leave
the tent . Since the bandits usually didn't approach my tent, as long as my mother stayed inside, she would
be safe. However, if she were to come out and be seen by a bandit, captured, and violated
, unless I could immediately grab a weapon and kill the entire bandit gang, I wouldn't be able to save
her .
Even with Mom in the tent, I was still worried. While repairing the weapons, I kept my ears perked up, listening
for any sounds outside. Thankfully, until I finished repairing "today's share" of weapons that evening, I didn't hear
anything strange. Apart from the guards changing shifts outside the weapons tent, the bandits, as usual, didn't
approach the weapons tent or my living tent.
I went to the food tent to get some food, and when I crawled back into my tent,
Mom cleaned it spotless—not a speck of dust. She had even
leveled the ground where we slept, so we wouldn't be uncomfortable sleeping on small stones or bumps. Mom
had even redid her hair; yesterday it was a tangled mess like straw, but
today it was smooth and flowing, making her look even more beautiful.
"Mom, here's your food." I handed her the freshest food I had.
"Thank you, Harry." Mom smiled as she took the food, casually tossing her head to let
the strands of hair that had fallen in front of her fall back behind her…so beautiful…
"What's wrong, Harry?" My mother asked curiously when she saw me staring at her face.
"Oh, nothing... nothing." I quickly sat down and started eating my food; my mother, on the other hand, smiled and
took small bites of her dinner, watching me wolf down my food like a hungry ghost, just like always.
But, I had only eaten half of my dinner when I heard dragging footsteps approaching my tent. I
immediately had a very bad feeling—the footsteps didn't sound like the bandits guarding the changing of the guard post. Who would
come near my tent for no reason?
I turned to look at my mother, whose face was already pale, and the half-eaten piece of hard bread in her hand
had fallen to the ground.
It seemed that my mother, like me, had not only heard the approaching footsteps but also had a bad
feeling .
(Mom, what should we do? Should we run away now?)
I looked at my mother with a questioning gaze, making a shooting gesture with my hand. The meaning was that I should
immediately go to the weapons tent, get the gun I had repaired and hidden beforehand, and then escape with my mother under the cover of darkness.
Seeing my gesture, my mother's expression darkened, and she slowly shook her head. She made a looking-around gesture with her left hand and
pressed her right hand to her stomach, making a hunger gesture. I knew my mother meant that we weren't familiar with the area,
and if we got lost, we would starve to death in the desert.
(So, should we just appease Woody and endure this humiliation to survive?)
I made a submissive expression, nodding my head unnaturally. My mother nodded slowly and helplessly
, her face first turning pale, then red.
Then, she turned her head away.
"Big Dick Harry!" The footsteps of someone stopped outside my tent, followed by
the sound confirming my ominous premonition. "Woody wants you to take that woman to his tent!"
Having decided to endure this humiliation, my mother and I had no choice but to obediently follow that man to Woody's tent.
When my mother and I entered the tent, I saw Woody and several of his trusted men already
there , each with two female slaves beside them.
"Oh, Big Dick Harry, you're here!" Woody said with a grin, but his smile was the ugliest I could
imagine . "Your performance yesterday was quite impressive, so today I
've gathered some of my best buddies for everyone to enjoy your show!"
Damn it! I knew it would be like this again! And it was even worse than I imagined; Woody had also invited other
members of the bandit gang to "enjoy the show." At this point, forget about refusing Woody's "orders"; even if I tried to make an excuse to appease him, Woody would probably shoot me on the spot
because he "felt he had lost face in front of his other men." Shooting me was one thing, but what I feared most was that Woody would then do something disgusting to my mother... "Yes, Boss Woody." I had no choice but to obey Woody's orders without question. However, I had barely responded when Mom squatted down, gently lifting my still limp penis with one hand. Then, with her eyes half-closed, she stuck out her bright red tongue and began licking my enormous little brother from the side, so that Woody and the others could see the process clearly. Woody and the other robbers watched with drooling faces and wide eyes as Mom "massaged" my little brother with her tongue, while their hands groped the female slaves next to them. "Damn! Look at that female slave of Big Dick Harry, she's such a vixen!" Woody grinned lewdly. "Seeing her licking Big Dick Harry's big penis like that, my own penis is hard." The other robbers also stared wide-eyed, drooling as they watched Mom serve me with her tongue. "Damn, I can't take it anymore!" Woody shouted, reaching out to press the two female slaves next to him in front of his already erect penis. "See that woman's movements? Do exactly what she does! Otherwise, I'll fuck you both to death!" As Woody ordered his two female slaves to perform oral sex on him, the other bandits followed suit. My big cock was already throbbing with excitement under my mother's skillful tongue service. At this moment, my mother released my little brother, knelt down, and leaned back, letting her large breasts, exceeding D-cup size, sway and protrude. I knew my mother's intention, so I reached out and put my arm around her waist, allowing her to continue leaning back until her head touched the ground; letting her two beautifully shaped breasts tremble and protrude upwards with her body leaning back, two dark red, hard little buds swaying slightly at the top of her white jade breasts.

I stuck out my tongue and licked the nipple at the tip of my mother's right breast
; my tongue swept across the side of the nipple, making it bounce back and forth like a spring.
"Ahhhhhh." As my tongue swept across my mother's nipple , she let out a seductive and comfortable sigh without restraint. I continued to move my tongue around my mother's two nipples, sometimes flicking them, sometimes circling them, as if my tongue and my mother's nipple were dancing . "Ah ... "Big Dick Harry hasn't even used his big dick yet, and he's already getting this excited with the women?! Damn, I want some too!" Woody said, gesturing for one of the bustier female slaves to stop licking his penis with her tongue and sit up so he could lick her breasts like I was doing. The other bandits followed suit, and in an instant, the tent was filled with the sounds of women's pleasurable moans. "Fuck... fuck the fuck!" Woody growled as he listened to the moans and gasps of the women. "I'm so into this! I've never had so much fun with women... fuck!" Just as Woody uttered the last word, a stream of white fluid shot out intermittently , splashing onto his legs as he sat cross-legged. Just then, Mom straightened up, her body arching back; then, she gently my large penis, opened her cherry-like mouth, and swallowed it; the thick penis forced Mom to open her mouth to its maximum extent, the shaft filling her mouth completely, and you could even see the glans protruding outwards as it brushed against the inside of her mouth. "Oh, I remember... Big Dick Harry, you performed this move yesterday!" Woody panted, shoving his large penis into the mouth of another female slave kneeling in front of him. "This move is pretty good too!" Looking at Mom's flushed cheeks and dazed eyes, seemingly unconsciously swaying her head back and forth, I suddenly wondered, how did Mom know these techniques recorded in Grandpa's book? Could it be... that Dad taught Mom? Thinking of this, my penis softened a bit; but then, Mom gently pricked my penis with her fingernail . (Don't overthink it, getting through this is the priority.) I read that message in my mother's reproachful yet disappointed eyes. Yes, if I can't satisfy Woody and get through this, I'm afraid Woody will shoot me dead on the spot ; what will my mother do then? "Heh...ho...!" Woody had already pounced on one of the female slaves, his lower body thrusting incessantly between her legs. "Damn! It's really...it's really fucking exciting!" But, if we satisfy Woody's demands, will he become addicted and make me and my mother perform fairy fights for him every day? That's very possible, so should I, in order to save my life, engage in incest with my mother every day? Perhaps noticing that I was starting to overthink again, my mother frowned and spat out my penis ; then, she turned around, her back to me, sticking out her round, large buttocks, the shimmering valley between facing my big cock. I knew what Mom meant, "If only you had known this earlier." If Mom hadn't wanted to survive through incest , she would have refused on day one. Since she had already chosen to endure humiliation to survive, thinking about it further was pointless and would only undermine all the efforts she had made to survive. I understand, Mom, I won't think too much about it; since I've made the decision, I'll do my best. With a thrust of my hips, my large penis plunged straight into Mom's honeyed depths; flesh and fluid squeezed against each other with a "plop " sound, the thick shaft expanding Mom's paradise to its limit, the tip of my penis even touching a soft ring of flesh inside Mom's body. "Ah—uh!" Mom let out a rather loud and seductive moan, the sound stopping abruptly when my large penis reached the deepest part of Mom's body. Mom's hands went limp, and her face pressed against the dusty ground again, just like yesterday; but Mom still desperately held her buttocks high, the soft flesh inside her vagina contracting rhythmically, waves of pleasurable pleasure traveling up her spine from where Mom and I were joined. Strange…why is it so lubricated? Yesterday, even with Mom's saliva as lubricant, my big dick encountered considerable resistance when trying to enter her body; but just now…it slid in . Although Mom's honey hole was still taut because it couldn't accommodate my big dick, but… “Whoa! Good job, Harry!” Woody shouted. “Harry, give that woman a good fucking!” “Yes, boss!” I didn't have time to think. I patted Mom's big ass, signaling her to use her hands to support her body and get into a doggy-style position; then, I pulled my big dick back slightly, and then thrust forward with all my might; my big dick slammed into the deepest part of Mom's body, feeling as if it had broken through the ring of flesh I had hit before. “Plop” It was the sound of flesh and fluid squeezing violently again. “Ah────! Harry!” Mom cried out, shaking her head helplessly, her body also “crawling” forward a step because of the hard slam I had made into her ass. " Your — haa ...

After a few forceful thrusts, the violent impact between their lower bodies caused Mom to crawl forward a few more steps. "Ah—ah!
Ha, Harry—! Haaaah~~ Really—! Really—ahaaah~~ I can't—oh!"
Just then, Mom's hands suddenly went limp, her upper body slumped, and her face hit the ground again; but Mom's
vagina suddenly contracted rhythmically and powerfully, followed by a gush of fluid that soaked
the insides of both Mom and me.
"Ha...ha...too...too exciting..." Woody gasped, his eyes half-rolling back.
" Look at Harry...doing...doing that woman until she peed...!"
Although Mom couldn't hold on any longer, I looked around, and the bandits
were almost all semi-paralyzed from the "intense fucking"; I was the only one in the tent still full of energy.
Damn it, if I had a gun, I could easily kill these damned guys right now!

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