Familiarity Series: Caring for Mother

My father, who had been my only family, finally left me. Looking at him, who had raised me for over a decade, lying quietly on his sickbed, I held back my tears. He had told me to be independent, but on his deathbed, he handed me a will. When I gently smoothed out the crumpled paper, it stated that only 10,000 yuan was left to me in the bank account, along with a phone number. It was the number of my mother who had left my father years ago. Should I go live with her? I fell into deep thought, because according to my father's vague memories, she seemed to have settled down in a big city, sending him only 1,000 yuan a year for living expenses. I picked up my phone and dialed the number on the will. It connected and immediately hung up. I was disappointed. Was my mother really so heartless? Five minutes later, a text message appeared on my phone: "What's the matter that you have to call?" I hesitated for a moment, then immediately replied. As I was typing, another text message came in: "I already transferred the money at the beginning of the year, don't bother me anymore!" I stopped typing and pressed the call button directly. The app on my phone told me that my mother's city was listed. Seeing the city's name, I hung up the phone again and left the house. What followed was the cremation, dropping out of school, renting out the small house for 500 yuan a month, and then, like a migrant worker, packing my bags, taking my bankbook, going to the train station, and buying a 500 yuan ticket to the city. Emerging from the crowded platform, I was met with a dense sea of people. I had no idea whether to go left or right. I pulled out my phone and dialed my mother's number again. This time, she didn't hang up; the call rang for a long time, but no one answered. So I sat at the platform entrance, waiting foolishly, from day to night. I dialed again, but the response was always, "The number you dialed is not in service. The number you dialed is not in service..." So, following my hometown custom, I went to an internet cafe and slept there overnight. The next morning, I dialed my mother's number again, only to be told, "The number you dialed is out of service..." For several days, I was almost in despair. I spent my days frantically playing games at the internet cafe because my classmates were in class, and at night I would desperately cry to them on QQ. They all advised me to go back home, or stay at their homes, but I knew very well that I couldn't stay there forever. I called my mother countless times every day, knowing the answer would always be, "The number you dialed is out of service..." Then one day, I stopped calling. I opened a webpage and desperately typed in my mother's phone number. Suddenly, my eyes lit up—the number was listed! It was a number left by a minor celebrity or model for easy contact. My mother's real name was someone else—Xiao Li. I was shocked. Years ago, my mother couldn't stand the rustic atmosphere of our small town and left my father a year after I was born. In a fit of anger, he burned all her belongings and hadn't told me anything about her for 15 years. The only proof of her existence was a lonely, unreachable phone number! Since she was a minor celebrity, she must have a Weibo account. I hadn't learned anything in school, but I had learned to use the internet. I opened my mother's Weibo account, and a series of stunning photos appeared before me. A wave of happiness filled my heart. Today, she was filming a play at the theater. She posted the Weibo message at 12:15—just one minute ago! No, I had to find her, to see her! I waited for her at the theater entrance for almost two hours. Time flew by. When my mother suddenly appeared before me, I was astonished by her youth and beauty. An overwhelming sense of happiness washed over me. I wanted to surprise her, so I pulled out my phone from my clothes and dialed her number. Surprisingly, the call went through. My mother paused about five meters away from me, pulled a worn-out, vibrating phone from her Burberry purse, her face darkened, and she muttered, "Calling to urge me to pay before the due date is up. I should have known better than to top up the money." Then she hung up... Only five meters away, I watched her hang up, my heart sinking to rock bottom. Tears welled up in my eyes. I hadn't shed a tear when my father passed away, but now, tears involuntarily streamed down my face. She seemed to sense my presence, turned her head, looked at me, paused for a moment, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and then hailed a taxi. In the days that followed, I tracked down her address through Weibo and discovered that she was actually a mistress kept by a wealthy man, living in a notorious neighborhood for mistresses, and raising his illegitimate child, three years younger than me, named Bobo. So I rented a small room in the building opposite hers, directly opposite hers, and worked odd jobs at the convenience store downstairs from my mother's apartment. Although my mother didn't know, I knew in my heart that I was with her. Sometimes when she came to buy something, she would smile at me. So every night after get off work, I would stand at my window and gaze at her window across the street, but the distance was too great, and I could only vaguely see a figure. So I gritted my teeth and bought a high-powered telescope, but I would hurriedly draw the curtains whenever my mother was changing clothes. Even so, I could be intimately connected with my mother through the telescope almost every day, even though there was an almost non-existent air between us. I worked like this for almost a year, until that day. Chapter 1】 Although it was my nineteenth birthday, it was just an ordinary Thursday. My mother's son, Bobo, suddenly pushed open the door of the convenience store. He wasn't very tall and was on his way to class.First, his sharp eyes darted around, making sure no one was watching. Then, he excitedly told me he was going to do something big that night and asked if I knew anything about computers. Since the convenience store had a used laptop used for surveillance cameras—which I usually used to watch online videos when no one was around—I thought to myself, "I know this best." I deliberately asked him what he was going to do. Bo Bo lowered his voice mysteriously and said, "Brother Xiaofeng, I bought a Wi-Fi webcam today, and it's already installed, but I don't know how to connect it to my computer..." I was secretly taken aback. What was this first-year middle school student up to? Suppressing my surprise, I pretended to be calm and said, "Brother will help you set it up!" Actually, my heart was pounding because it was my first time visiting my mother's house. Bo Bo almost jumped up excitedly. He grabbed my hand and whispered, "Brother, this is our secret! You absolutely can't tell anyone, or my mom will kill me!" His face flushed red. Looking at his slightly shy face, my suspicions deepened. I followed Bobo out the door, then hung a "close" sign on the convenience store door. We took the elevator to my mother's apartment on the 16th floor. Actually, I already knew the layout of my mother's apartment using binoculars; it was a small two-bedroom, one-living-room unit. My mother's bedroom faced south, directly opposite my apartment to the north, while Bobo lived in the smaller north-facing room, which I couldn't see. Following Bobo inside, I glanced up and noticed a calendar on the shoe cabinet by the door, with today's date circled in big red. I paused for a moment, but Bobo completely ignored me, pulling me straight into his small room. He handed me a CD and then begged me to sit in front of the computer so he could install a program for me. I turned on the computer, paused with an air of superiority, and looked up at him, as if to say, "Aren't you going to get me some water?" Bobo was clever; he loudly proclaimed, "I have freshly ground coffee; I'll make you a cup!" He then got up and left me to prepare the coffee in the living room. I watched him leave, put the CD in, and start installing the program. There wasn't much to do in the convenience store, so I studied the computer. As I installed, I habitually switched to the desktop and casually opened his C drive. My intuition told me that a man's computer must have porn, so I started searching for AVI format. Sure enough, I found a hidden directory. Opening it, I was shocked to find that the articles inside were all about incest between mother and son, and the related videos were very similar. My heart skipped a beat. What kind of program was he installing? Just then, Bobo excitedly placed a coffee in front of me and loudly said, "Xiaofeng, please use it!" I wondered what this brat was up to. So I turned to him and pretended to be serious, saying, "Bobo, there's a big problem with this directory, ah..." Then I turned the screen to show him the incestuous directory. Bo Bo was startled, his face turning bright red instantly. He became awkward and hesitated for a moment before suddenly snapping, "You stinking country bumpkin, you bumpkin! My business is none of your concern!" I was stunned, feeling as if a giant hammer had struck my heart. Was my mother's departure from my father also because of the word "bumpkin"? My father often sighed when he mentioned my mother, saying she left him because he was a bumpkin. And today, her child was mocking me in the same way. Thinking of this, I gritted my teeth, glared at him fiercely, and prepared to get up and leave this hateful place! But Bo Bo changed his expression quickly. Seeing my fierce look, he immediately softened and said gently, "Big brother, it was my fault for finding out. Please help me install it. Look, this coffee has lots of sugar in it, it smells so good!" He changed so quickly. Are city people really this fickle? My heart skipped a beat. I figured I should figure out what this kid was up to, so I forced a smile, pointed to the screen, and said, "It's installed!" Bo Bo jumped up excitedly, shoved me off my chair, and sat down. He double-clicked the program, but to his dismay, it was just another bunch of Wi-Fi settings. He could only sheepishly get up from his chair and mutter, "Help me fix it, this will let me see the screen." I pretended to sigh, sat back down, and started setting it up. It was basically just a Wi-Fi setup, but the interface was in English, filled with complicated parameters and viewing passwords. After I finished, when I opened the program again, a large wardrobe and a bed suddenly appeared on the screen. A quick glance told me it was my mother's bedroom, because I'd always scanned it with binoculars when she wasn't home during the day. What was this kid up to? "He's not trying to spy on my mother, is he..." Bo Bo's face lit up with excitement when he saw the footage, but his expression immediately darkened, and he suddenly said to me, "You'd better leave now, my mom will be back soon!" Hey kid, your face changes faster than flipping through a book. I suppressed my annoyance, didn't even drink my coffee, and got up to leave his room. He was already too lazy to pay attention to me, excitedly using the remote control on the interface to adjust the camera's angle. Just as I was about to leave, he coldly shouted at me, "If you dare say those things to my mom, you'll see!" I ignored him, turned around, closed the door, took the elevator back to the convenience store, sat down in front of the monitoring computer, and immediately downloaded an identical driver program from the internet. Actually, since it was Wi-Fi, I could see it too. I quickly opened the window, sat in front of the computer, and saw the camera moving from far away to near, zooming in and out. While I was testing, my boss, Zhang Cong, pushed open the door and saw me playing on the computer. He yelled at me menacingly, "You lazybones! Why was it closed when I came in?!" I shuddered. He lived downstairs from my mother and ran this small shop with his wife's help, but he was usually too lazy to look after it. When his wife wasn't home, he'd go out to play cards. Actually, I was the one running the shop, which often caused arguments between him and his wife. Their son, Mingming, was Bobo's playmate, a year older than Bobo. Both were mischievous little devils. Last time, he mysteriously stole a few condoms from me, and I had to check the security camera footage to find out who it was. The boss gave me a severe scolding. After saying that, Zhang Cong turned and left angrily. A little while later, a customer arrived, and while I was handling the business, I kept wondering what that little devil was up to that night. It was almost 11 PM, and just as I was about to close the door, my mother's patron suddenly pushed it open. He was a bearded man who always wore Zegna. Sometimes when I stared into my mother's room at night, I would often see him roughly push open the door, grab her, and kiss her passionately. My mother would blush and let him touch her while she quickly went to the window and drew the curtains. Today, he, like his son, asked me in a low voice, "Young man, do you have any medicine here?" I asked him in surprise, "What kind of medicine are you talking about?" "Nonsense, of course, it's aphrodisiacs!" he sighed and said. Just as I was about to reply, he continued, seemingly unsatisfied, "Young man, you don't understand. Women only reach their prime around 40, it's endless. I came straight from the company today without any medicine. Do you have any?" I calmed myself down and remembered that after the boss's son stole the condoms last time, he noticed I hadn't reported him to Zhang Cong and treated me like a brother. He even asked me to buy some aphrodisiacs, saying he was too young and sometimes worried about not being able to perform. I almost punched him then, but he said he'd pay whatever it cost. So, thinking that the boss was so stingy, I could make money off his son, I took 400 yuan from him and bought some aphrodisiacs for 50 yuan at a pharmacy on the street. However, he hadn't come to pick them up yet. Well, I might as well sell them to this uncle today. I calmly took the medicine from the back and said to him, "I do have some, but only a few!" "Okay, I'll take them all. Here's 200 yuan, keep the change!" With that, he grabbed the medicine and pushed open the door to leave. I was about to haggle with him when I thought, "Damn it, this whole family is no good." I cursed as I slammed the door shut, took my laptop home, and left. Zhang Cong made me bring my laptop home every day because he was worried about the shop being robbed; I could use it to watch videos online. When I got home, it was freezing cold. I cooked a packet of instant noodles. It was my birthday, and I'd taken an extra egg from the shop and cooked it with the noodles. As I sat in front of the binoculars with my steaming noodles, I looked through the small lens and saw my mother's house brightly lit. The bearded man was embracing that annoying Bobo, while my mother mumbled something. It was so late; I guessed he was telling him to go to bed early. Bobo suddenly jumped off his father and nestled against my mother's chest, rubbing his little head against her breasts. My mother let him do that. The bearded man laughed heartily, saying something. The clock was almost striking midnight. My birthday was almost over. Looking at that happy family, I really wanted to be a part of them. I wanted my mother to hold me tight too. I slowly moved away from the telescope, tears welling up again. That day, I missed my father too. I turned on my computer and went online. When I turned back to look at that happy living room, I found...The lights were off, but the light in my mother's bedroom was on, though she had drawn the curtains. The clock struck twelve, and I silently made a wish: I hope God will give me a chance to be with my mother! As the clock struck its last chime, I suddenly noticed that my laptop's Wi-Fi was on. There was no Wi-Fi in this building, but I had turned it on earlier that day at the convenience store to test the webcam in my mother's room. Thinking of this, I eagerly turned on the webcam, and a scene that made my eyes water appeared before me: My mother was kneeling on the floor, sucking on a large penis with all her might, her cheeks twitching with each suck. I turned up the volume, and I heard low music coming from inside the room, but the louder sound was my mother sucking on the penis. I opened my eyes wide, trying to get a good look at my mother. Suddenly, the camera zoomed in, focusing on her penis. I saw a limp penis dangling in her mouth. She held her testicles in her hands, her rosy lips trying to rouse it, but it wouldn't get hard. A male voice came through: "I'm so tired today, I'll give you a rest!" My mother continued to suckle relentlessly, her nimble tongue gently licking the area around the urethral opening, left and right. It was arousing, something I'd only ever seen in porn. And here it was, right before my eyes. No, as the camera zoomed in and out, I also saw her own son, Bobo, in front of me. I could almost imagine Bobo's little hands massaging his crotch. Gradually, I realized that Bobo didn't like his mother's mouth, but rather her vibrant breasts. Because the camera kept zooming in and out on other parts of his body, he suddenly stopped at his chest. His mother's breasts were neither too big nor too small, and he estimated that he could hold them in one hand. However, her nipples were still bright red and had not turned dark purple with the passage of time. The bearded man had no interest in those breasts. He walked to the edge of the bed, sat down, leaned back, and enjoyed his mother's constant oral sex. Because the camera was fixed, only the mother's fair back was visible. However, a closer look revealed a small tattoo on her lower right spine. As the camera panned, Bo Bo's anxious state was palpable; he couldn't see where to feed him and was extremely worried. Suddenly, both the bearded man and the mother paused, as if they had heard something. The mother asked, "Is Bo Bo still not asleep?" The bearded man gestured for her to go check. The mother went to the bedside, put on a garment, and looked down, revealing a deep cleavage. She then moved away from the camera. The bearded man immediately went to the bedside, took out the medicine I had sold him, and swallowed it without water. After a while, the camera stopped panning, and the mother returned to the camera, whispering to the bearded man, "This child just loves playing on the computer..." "I just turned off his computer! You better keep an eye on him when you come back, otherwise Bobo's computer addiction will cause trouble!" As he spoke, the bearded man got excited, grabbing his mother and saying, "I don't care about anything else today, let's satisfy your needs first, you slut!" With that, he reached down to his mother's crotch, and she immediately groaned. The bearded man continued lewdly, "Damn, it's all wet, you were soaking wet when you were licking it..." His mother groaned shyly, remaining silent. The bearded man's hand continued to caress her through her pajamas. His mother, blushing, touched his chest with one hand and mumbled, "Turn off the light!" The bearded man, still unsatisfied, squeezed his mother's breasts a couple more times. Her breasts were so soft, shifting with his touch. Suddenly, he said, "Slut, today I want you to lick my toes, or I'll never fuck you!" Hearing this, my already erect penis suddenly went limp, replaced by utter rage! This perverted man with the big beard actually made my mother lick his toes! My mother protested shyly, "No, I threw up for days after that!" The man ignored her reaction and loudly ordered, "You either lick my toes or my asshole! I can do whatever I want in the group, but there's no service at home. What's the point of me coming back?!" My mother was stunned for a moment, then protested, "Of course you can do whatever you want in the group, but this is home!" The man was taken aback, not expecting his mother to resist. Without saying anything, he kicked her in the chest and shouted loudly... "You bitch, all you do is suck my dick, and your pussy is just for me to fuck. Damn, I bought fake medicine today, it's useless!" I almost exploded, really wanting to rush down and beat up the bearded man. But what surprised me even more was that my mother suddenly collapsed to the ground. Seeing the bearded man about to leave, she crawled over to him and licked his toes... I slammed my laptop shut. I couldn't stand it anymore. I was going to smash his car. It's just a beat-up BMW. I was going to plant a bomb and blow that son of a bitch to death. After fantasizing for an hour, I opened my laptop again and it was completely dark... Chapter Two] That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, scenes zoomed in and out, followed by the image of my mother's client kicking her to the ground. In this chaotic state, I was awakened by a text message notification. In a daze, I opened my phone and saw a message saying 1000 yuan had been deposited into my account. Looking up again, I realized the sun was already past noon, the bright sunlight shining directly on me. Oh no, the convenience store wasn't open yet! That stingy owner must have yelled at me. In a rush, I grabbed my notebook and dashed to the store. When I got there, I found the sign "Closed," but the door was open, though no one was inside. I quickly went to the cash box, only to find the lock unlocked. A chill ran down my spine—had it been stolen? While I hesitated, I suddenly heard faint noises coming from the back of the store. Listening closely, I recognized the owner, Zhang Cong's, voice. He never came in, so why was he up so early today? Was he checking the accounts? Still unsure, I cautiously moved to the door, but it was tightly shut. Only a few words could be faintly heard. "Disgusting..." a slightly familiar female voice said softly. The shopkeeper leered, "Didn't leave any money yesterday? I knew he was unreliable!" "You're just trying to bully me, you won't get away with it today!" The woman's voice was defiant. "It's rare that the kid at the door is so late, but I didn't expect a beauty like you to show up," the shopkeeper said brazenly. "You lied to me, saying you'd lend me money before I came in!" The woman's voice rose slightly. "Look, isn't the money here?" A sound of money being shaken followed. The woman hesitated, then said tentatively, "Lend it to me first, I'll definitely pay you back next time!" "Here's the money, no need to pay me back, I want you now! Xiao Li!" The shopkeeper suddenly raised his voice, followed by heavy breathing. Xiao Li! Oh my god, could it be Mother? The moment she was humiliated last night flashed before my eyes, but I stood dumbfounded at the door. If I rushed in, I might lose my job, which would mean I couldn't be with Mother anymore, and I wouldn't see her every day. But if I didn't rush in, then… A woman's voice screamed from inside: "You bastard, how dare you do this!…No…No…Ah!" The boss continued to lewdly laugh: "Just playing around? Do you know how long I've been waiting?" "If you dare come again, I'll tell your wife. Get out of the way, I'm leaving!" I had no idea what was going on inside, but in my panic, I gently pushed the door, but it was locked from the inside. The situation was getting more and more urgent, and sweat poured down my face. But my father's words flashed through my mind: "Stay calm in critical moments." I composed myself, quietly ran to the counter, took out my phone, and made a call to the convenience store's landline. A few seconds later, the phone rang loudly. I grabbed it and shouted at the top of my lungs, "You're looking for my boss? What? The stuff you're selling is expired? I'll get it for you right away. I think he's here today!" I then stomped my foot hard on the ground, as if to make a sound. About a minute later, the door to the inner room clicked open, and the boss came out, loudly asking, "Who's looking for me?" I looked up and saw him calmly putting on his shirt, but the zipper of his suit trousers was clearly undone, revealing glimpses of his pale red underwear. I hurriedly said, "I haven't asked yet. I saw you were here, so I thought I'd come find you." With that, I handed him the phone, feigning concern. The boss walked up to me, took the phone, but just then, my mother—Xiao Li also came out from the inner room. I finally got a good look at my mother's face. She was very calm, her face slightly pale, which made her oval face look particularly clean. Her light purple lace coat looked perfectly neat. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise, I don't know what would have happened. Just as she passed me, my mother and I met face to face again. She had a pair of willow-leaf eyes, large, clear and bright, with a hint of shyness, but it quickly disappeared. As she walked calmly out of the convenience store, I felt a fragrant breeze gently brush against my chest, but the shopkeeper quickly grabbed my hand. Zhang Cong wasn't stupid; he had already heard the beeping sound of the phone being hung up when he answered it. While I was still intoxicated by my mother's fragrance, he stared at me with his fat eyes for a minute and said, "If this gets out, you fucking go back to your hometown right now!" I hurriedly replied, "I don't know who was talking nonsense. Was that our neighbor from the building?" Zhang Cong hesitated for a moment and said... He said, "She wanted to see me about something today. Oh, and I just took some money from the cash drawer. Ah Zhi will be checking the accounts later. Tell her she went to get more stock, okay?" I replied smoothly with a smile, "The boss's wife hasn't checked the accounts in a long time, so don't worry." Just then, the boss's wife suddenly pushed the door open and shouted at the boss, "You damn thing! I told you to take something to heaven! It's so cold, and you made us, mother and son, wait at the door!" The boss's wife's words came out like a torrent of beans in a few seconds, and the boss was trembling with fear. Clearly, the boss's wife, Ah Zhi, wasn't satisfied yet and continued to curse, "I saw that slut leave here! What did you do with her?!" Then her eyes swept down to the boss's genitals. At this crucial moment, I rushed over and shouted, "I was there too! The boss suddenly needed to pee and wanted to find a toilet!" "Hmph, toilet? That slut is the public toilet. Her man only comes back once a week, and she gets horny every time she sees a man in the building. Xiaofeng, you better watch out!" The landlady's tone had softened considerably after hearing my explanation. I was both anxious and angry, and I really wanted to grab the kitchen knife next to me and chop it down. You're the real sluts, your son buys aphrodisiacs, your husband bullies an innocent woman, you're a shrew! But even though I thought that, a bright smile still appeared on my face. The boss gratefully nudged me, and following my words, regained his dignity and said loudly, "Don't throw a tantrum, you'll corrupt your son. Xiaofeng was very diligent today, he arrived very early this morning!" I muttered to myself, "I haven't even opened my laptop yet." To save face, the shopkeeper muttered under her breath, "I'll check the accounts properly in a couple of days. You two aren't doing anything bad behind my back, are you? Hurry up, my son's still cold!" With that, she pulled the shopkeeper away quickly from the store. Watching them leave, I slumped into a chair. This was the first time I'd shown concern for my mother, but did she really know? As the shopkeeper's car drove away from the neighborhood, the store door gently opened, and my mother's pretty figure appeared before me. She looked around shyly, then walked up to me. Several times we'd just brushed past each other, but this time I could finally get a good look at her. My mother wasn't particularly tall, only about 1.65 meters, but she dressed very well. Even though it was winter, her breasts were still prominently displayed, squeezed together. Although Bobo and I had admired a version without the thin fabric last night, it felt even more real now, because I could almost touch them. My breathing quickened. Seeing my reaction, my mother seemed to think I was admiring her beauty, and confidently raised her eyebrows, as if to say, "Haven't you ever seen a beautiful woman before?" Then, casually, she asked, "Young man, you're from the countryside, aren't you?" This was the first time my mother had formally asked me a question. My hands nervously rubbed against the seams of my pants, unsure how to answer a question from someone who was both my mother and a sexy woman with red lips. Seeing my embarrassment, she continued calmly, "I heard what you said earlier. My son is only a little younger than you. I believe you're old enough to understand things. But thank you for getting me out of that awkward situation earlier, that old lecher!" With that, she was already about to...She spat lightly, as if it were a person. Every smile and frown of my mother was deeply imprinted in my mind. Moreover, her words were soft, and an unknown, faint fragrance quickly reached my nostrils. I really wanted to tell her that the old lecher wasn't scary; what was scary was the little lecher in your family. He had already started making his move, so you had to be extra careful! "That old guy is gone. I have coffee at my house. Come over at 3 o'clock, I'll treat you to coffee." My mother said this and turned to walk out gracefully. I stood blankly in front of the cashier, and it took me a long time to turn on my computer. My mother had invited me to her house. Finally, I could go to my mother's house with a clear conscience. The happy scene of my mother's family last night flashed through my mind. Even when I pushed open the door to my mother's house, I still felt like I was dreaming. My mother hadn't locked the door. Entering the familiar living room, I saw that the door to the small house was tightly locked. Standing in the living room, I asked loudly and proudly, "Aunt Wang, are you home?" "Yes! Come into the inner room!" A familiar female voice rang out from the inner room. I locked the front door behind me and walked step by step towards my mother's bedroom, looking up for the security camera that Bo Bo had installed yesterday. I wanted to find a chance to destroy it, otherwise, it would be so bad for my mother! With that thought, I pushed open the bedroom door. The room was dark, with only a bedside lamp shining. Then, a gust of steam rushed in, and I saw that my mother had come out wrapped in a bathrobe. Her long, shiny black hair was draped over her slender shoulders, and half of her breasts, wrapped in a large bath towel, were exposed, looking white and alluring, full of temptation. My mother habitually turned her head and said softly to me, "Sit down first, I'll go put on some clothes." I was already about to have a nosebleed. The bedroom was small, with only the light from the door I had just opened and the lamp. My mother didn't care about my feelings at all. She walked to the mirror in front of the wardrobe, looked down at the clock on the bedside table, checked the time, sighed, picked up a comb, and gently combed her hair. My genitals are on the verge of collapse. There's an old saying: "To do it is to be an animal, not to do it is to be less than an animal." Damn, a beautiful woman is combing her hair by the bed, draped in a towel, her bare, white legs within reach. The bedroom is filled with the scent of perfume, and the dim lighting completes the scene—all that's missing is the romantic music from last night. Is my mother really promiscuous? My genitals tell me they're rock hard, and if I don't find a place to release this, I'm afraid I'll die. But as my mother combed her hair, she sighed softly, "Time waits for no one. Your auntie is getting old too, she's 40 now..." I, who usually pride myself on my wit, could only manage a haphazard reply, "Little...Little Li, you're so beautiful, you're not old at all...you're the goddess of our building, even that old lecher's eyes have changed when he looks at you..." My mother seemed completely oblivious to my words, continuing her self-pity in a coquettish voice, "My breasts have sagged, I really can't compare to young people anymore!" With that, she lowered her head and gently parted the bath towel a little, revealing a larger expanse of milky white skin before my eyes. Just a little further down was the red apricot blossom from last night—I was so excited! No matter what, as a son or a normal man, I couldn't resist such temptation. I couldn't take it anymore; I suddenly stood up, my crotch bulging high, like a cannonball pointing directly at my mother. By this time, my mother had sensed my change. She picked up her watch from the bedside table, glanced at it, and then heard the sound of a car horn downstairs. She slowly put the watch down and said softly, "Still early? There's plenty of time!" My mind was filled with countless fantasies. The pornographic books I'd read online over the years couldn't compare to the reality before me. I rushed forward and hugged my mother tightly. A rich, milky scent filled my nostrils, indescribably comforting. My mother's body was soft and boneless, light and airy in my arms. My penis pressed tightly against her buttocks. My mother's figure was very well-proportioned, not the kind with large breasts and buttocks, but rather the kind where both breasts and buttocks were just right. My penis, through her bathrobe, nestled into the crevice of her buttocks. The feeling was simply divine. I held my mother tightly, and she gently breathed into my ear, saying, "Are you trying to strangle me?" Inexperienced as I was, I abruptly released her. She lost her balance and fell onto the bed, her white thighs peeking out from the seam of her bathrobe, revealing a pair of black lace panties at the end. My mind exploded. I didn't care about cameras, mother-son relationships, or my father's will anymore; I just wanted to fuck this slut. I unzipped my pants, freeing my penis. Just then, the front door of my mother's house was suddenly pushed open, and hurried footsteps filled the air. My mother's face changed, and she lunged at me, grabbing me tightly. The instant the inner door opened, I felt petrified; the shock was indescribable. My penis went limp. My mother's breasts pressed tightly against mine, her rapid breathing intensifying my tension. My arms were fixed on the bed, unable to embrace her. A familiar voice, the voice of someone who bought medicine from me last night, came through: "Bastard...who the hell are you! How dare you mess with my woman!" I felt a pair of hands grab my collar, followed by a punch to my face. The punch wasn't very strong, but it made me see who hit me. It was my mother's client returning home. My mother didn't even bother to explain. He rushed over and slapped her across the face repeatedly. It felt like the slaps were on my own face. I instantly snapped and kicked the man hard. I'm a young boy, but I'm incredibly strong. The man couldn't believe I dared to fight back and was kicked to the ground. I pounced on him, straddling him, and started punching him relentlessly. My punches were powerful; he was weak, and I punched him until he groaned and cried for help. My mother started covering her face. She hadn't expected things to turn out this way. Not only did I not run away, but I even dared to pin her husband to the ground and beat him mercilessly. Seeing how fiercely I was beating him, she mustered her courage and slapped my already contorted face hard across the cheek. This was the first time my mother had ever hit me. I was still immersed in my ferocity, staring at my mother with my savage expression, but she ignored me. She lunged at her husband and whispered, "How are you? Do you need to go to the hospital?" I snapped back to reality and stood there dumbfounded. Her client shoved her hand away, jumped up from the ground, stared at me, pointed at the two of us, and shouted, "You wait!!!!!" Then, as if he had boarded a plane, he dashed out the door, leaving it ajar. My mother was completely stunned. Her bath towel fell to the floor, revealing her large, white breasts. Her dark pubic hair, visible through her black lace panties, exuded a lewd scent. She lunged at me, pounding my chest with her fists. Her full breasts bounced with each blow, displaying irresistible allure. As she pounded, she loudly complained, "Why didn't you run away? I sent you here to provoke him, not to beat him!" "If you drive him away now, who will give me money? Who will support me?" With that, she turned and threw herself onto the bed, sobbing uncontrollably against her pillow. "I'll support you!" I said through gritted teeth, my fists clenched tightly. "Get out of here! I never want to see you again!!!! Get out now!!!! I'd rather lick your ass every day than see you again!" my mother cursed fiercely! My heart sank, as if frozen in a refrigerator. I turned and left the house, slamming the door shut. Just as I stepped out, I saw that little devil, Bo Bo, excitedly exiting the elevator. He looked up and saw me, looking like a ghost, and jumped in fright, quickly pushing open his door and hiding inside. [Chapter 3] Dejected, I returned to the convenience store and sat blankly in a chair. How could my mother be like this? Her purpose in luring me there was clearly to anger her customer. Didn't she know that I was the one who saved her this morning? Why? Why? Just then, a regular customer came in to buy bread and gave me a large bill. I took the money and went to the cash register, only to find a pile of coins inside. Yesterday I had collected almost 1000 yuan; where did it all go? I rubbed my temples and could only take out some change from my pocket to give to the customer. How much money did the owner give my mother this morning? Oh right, there's also the security camera footage. I can just take it out and check. But as soon as I opened the laptop, I suddenly remembered that I brought it home yesterday, and there was no footage. However, the icon of the software I installed for Bobo yesterday was right in front of me. My heart skipped a beat. When I went out, my mother was still half-naked, and what if this little Bobo…? Nervous, I immediately double-clicked the software: the camera on the screen reassured me a little because the camera wasn't moving, proving that Bobo hadn't used the software to control the monitor. My mother was probably lying on the bed because she was tired, with a thin blanket draped over her back. From her bare shoulders, I could see the bra straps. Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, I heard a faint sound of the door opening. Bobo sneakily came in with a glass of water, gently placed it on the bedside table, and then opened the drawer to take out…A small bottle appeared. Seeing this, I knew Bobo wasn't in the small house. I quickly zoomed in and saw that the bottle contained common sleeping pills. Bobo took one out and crushed it into powder with something. What the hell was he trying to do? I felt a burning urge to rush to the door and warn my mother, but her cold voice echoed in my ears: "Get out of here! I never want to see you again! Get out now! I'd rather lick your ass every day than see you again!" I gritted my teeth, pulled out my phone, and pressed the call button, my eyes fixed on Bobo's every move. Bobo calmly poured the crushed powder into a cup, gently shaking it to dissolve the powder quickly. Just then, my call connected. The instant the call connected, both Bobo and my mother were startled. Bobo was so frightened he almost spilled water on my mother. The mother rolled over, gently pushing the blanket to her feet, revealing her beautiful figure. A black lace bra and panties were visible. She was surprised to see Bobo in her bedroom. Bobo's eyes initially showed panic, but he quickly said something to his mother and then took his phone from her bag. The mother, seeing the number, instinctively pressed the hang-up button, muttering something under her breath. Seeing Bobo's flustered expression, he composed himself, but his hands trembled slightly as he handed her a glass of water. The mother calmed herself slightly, took the glass, and drank it. She pressed the hang-up button again. At that moment, a surge of hatred and resentment welled up inside me. "You wretched woman! No wonder Father hates you so much and will never contact you again. Now your son has drugged you, and I'll just watch and see how you resist!" The mother whispered something to Bobo, who put on a docile expression, quietly turned off the light, and then left the room. The room was plunged into darkness. Without even thinking, just half an hour later, that little rascal Bobo quietly crept in. I saw him gently turn on my mother's bedside lamp. The light wasn't very bright, but I could see his somewhat nervous expression through the remote control. I cursed inwardly, thinking, "Serves me right for being messed with by my son!" Bobo softly called to my mother, stroking her face with his hand. After a while, seeing that she didn't move, he gently poked her pretty cheek. Seeing no reaction, he gently pinched it, and my mother stirred slightly before returning to normal. Seeing that the drug had taken effect, he happily twisted his waist in the room and made a V-sign towards the camera. He really didn't know that I was actually watching him closely in the dark! I imagined the next scene would be like in some novels: pulling back the covers, unhooking the bra, and then… But to my surprise, Bobo's next move was to gently get into bed, then put one arm around his mother, lean his head against her, and gently rub his cheek against hers, like a little lamb clinging tightly to its mother. I stared blankly for almost five minutes, getting sleepy. Was this really the kind of bad Bobo I thought he was? I was completely bewildered. Just then, the shopkeeper's son, Mingming, rushed into the store excitedly, his face flushed, and anxiously called out, "Where's the medicine I asked for last time?" I froze. I had already given the aphrodisiac to Bobo's father; we were out of medicine. Luckily, the little guy didn't understand much foreign languages. I couldn't handle a shrewd woman like my mother, but I could handle this little brat. I composed myself, turned to the cash register, found a box of aspirin, tore open the packaging, took out a few pills, and calmly handed them to him. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he lowered his voice to say to me:"Does this really work?" I calmly shook my head, indicating I didn't know, and cursed inwardly, "No city people are any good." Mingming was too lazy to pay attention to me, and hurriedly turned and left the room, leaving me alone in the empty house. With nothing to do, I could only continue watching Bobo snuggling up to my mother. Seeing that heartwarming scene, I felt a great sense of guilt. I had misunderstood Bobo; he just wanted my mother to get some sleep. Just as I was feeling sentimental, Bobo seemed to hear something, jumped out of bed, and hurriedly left my mother's room. I wondered if he had gone to do his homework. Soon, he returned to the room, but this time he wasn't alone. He had come in with Mingming. The two of them stood at the door, talking to my mother, their expressions suggesting they were judging her. Then, Mingming and Bobo took out some things. I looked closely and realized it was the medicine I had just given Mingming. The two of them were so careful, each taking two pills and swallowing them without even drinking water. I took a sip of water and almost spat it out laughing. I wish them both good health. After they finished, they looked at each other. Mingming was practically bursting with pent-up desire; even in the sunlight from the outer room, I could clearly see his pimples were exceptionally red. He suddenly rushed over, pulled back the thin blanket, and Bobo tried to pull him away, but he couldn't. He just stood there. Seeing this, my penis instantly hardened. It turned out my mother's sleeping posture wasn't pleasing at all; her two white thighs were spread wide apart, and at the bottom of her thighs was a semi-transparent black lace panty. I recalled the scene when I was there. Although my mother was very close, I was too panicked to observe her closely. I zoomed in, and in the light, my mother's pubic hair wasn't as bushy as I had imagined. Through the semi-transparent panty, I could see it was trimmed into neat vertical stripes, looking extremely alluring. Mingming was already a little stunned, probably because it was his first time touching a mature woman's body. He gently moved his hand up his mother's legs until he touched her black panties, paused, and turned to say something to Bobo. I especially hate this camera now. Why is the sound so bad? You can only hear it if you speak loudly, and if they speak softly, you can't hear anything at all. Bobo slowly came over and walked to his mother's lower body. As if smelling a work of art, he lowered his head and sniffed the panties hard. Mingming didn't have his patience. He quickly pulled his mother's arm away from her chest, and his mother's high breasts were suddenly exposed to the two of them. That's right, to the three of them. Although I had just admired them, I had never seen my mother's lingerie show before. My mother's skin was very white and tender, forming a sharp visual contrast with the black lingerie. Just as Mingming was about to pull off her mother's bra, Bobo grabbed her hand. Mingming could only sigh helplessly. Bobo gently pulled open the left bra first, and a firm breast sprang out as if freed. Bobo gently lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, slowly sucking on it. Upon seeing this, Mingming immediately climbed onto the bed, pulled off the right bra with one hand, and roughly rubbed his mother's breast with his other hand. In the footage, it looked like two little wolves greedily devouring a large white sheep, but the most hateful thing was that the white sheep couldn't wake up and could only let the little wolves ravage it. Mingming rubbed his mother's breast with one hand, and with the other hand, he groped down along the seam of her black lace panties. Bobo suddenly raised his head and pulled his hand away. It seems that Bobo has the right to play with his mother! I don't know what I was saying to him, but after listening for a while, he nodded, decided not to kiss his mother's breasts, and rolled over. Through his mother's panties, he gently caressed her vulva with his small hand. Mingming joined in, gently peeling off his mother's panties along her buttocks. I watched in the camera's view as the black fabric slowly detached from my mother's body. Just as I was about to take a closer look at the place where I was born, Bobo suddenly pounced and began licking… Mingming looked at him helplessly, and could only roll over and continue to fondle his mother's breasts. "Damn it, these two little beasts," I cursed, while gently stroking my own large penis, my eyes fixed on the screen. The two boys were playing enthusiastically, exchanging smiles before leaving their mother's bed and pulling down their pants. However, their penises were so small that I could see through the camera that they both ejaculated white semen onto their underwear. Mingming, being more experienced than Bobo, was masturbating, and Bobo, seeing this, joined in. Seeing two kids masturbating to a mature woman on the screen immediately reminded me of the Seven Dwarfs and Snow White. But clearly, the drug had no effect; neither of them could get hard again. I was laughing uncontrollably at this point, thinking to myself, "You two little brats, do you think mature women are so easy to conquer?" Time flew by; almost an hour had passed. The two boys remained silent, and seeing no other way, they pulled up their pants and put their mother's underwear and bra back on exactly as they were. Mingming, cursing under his breath, reluctantly covered his mother with a thin blanket, his eyes fixed on her as he slowly retreated. Bobo quietly turned off the light. Darkness returned. "Oh no, they're definitely coming back to cause me trouble." I sensed it without even thinking. Just as I realized the danger, the shop door was suddenly pushed open, and the owner, Zhang Cong, rushed in excitedly. Seeing me turning off the screen, he shouted at me, "You little rascal, watching porn when nobody's around, huh!" I said shyly, "No more..." Zhang Cong shouted back, "You still have some use after watching? I can only rely on this after watching!" With that, he pulled out a few blue pills from his suit pocket. "By the way, keep these pills here for now. They'll be useful next time that slut comes. Just don't let my wife find out, okay? You did a great job today, I'll give you a raise at the end of the month~" Zhang Cong smiled and placed the pills in my hand, his eyes filled with expectation. Just as we were talking, the two little ones rushed into the convenience store. Before they could say anything loudly, Mingming spotted his father standing next to me putting money into the cash box. He called out softly, "Hello, Dad!" I saw up close that he looked furious, his acne on his face almost purple. Bobo followed behind him, unsure what to say. The shopkeeper looked closely at his son and said, "Son, what's wrong? You're sweating so much. Go home quickly, your mother was just looking for you!" "No, Dad, you go back first. I want to ask Xiaofeng about a computer problem!" Mingming was now openly venting his frustration on me. "Good boy, I'll go back now. Bobo, how's your mother doing lately?" Zhang Cong said as he walked away. My mother had just been molested… those words suddenly flashed through my mind. Seeing their father leave the convenience store, Mingming and Bobo's eyes seemed to blaze with anger as they shouted at me, "What kind of medicine did you buy?! Why didn't you use it?" I slowly held out my hand to them, and the blue pills immediately appeared before their eyes. I said in a low voice, "This is the real medicine. The little money you gave me isn't enough to buy it!" With that, I pulled my hand back. I could sense their urgency. Mingming, seeing the real thing, immediately said, "Brother Xiaofeng, you have to give me this medicine next time. I really need it urgently!" I shrugged and said, "Then how much money will you give me?" Mingming immediately became arrogant, pointing his finger at my nose and saying, "You stinking country bumpkin, my mom has plenty of money. She'll bury you in money!" Bobo also glared at me fiercely. I waved my hand and said, "Then hurry up and give it to me. It's right here. Take it if you pay!" With that, I showed them my hand holding the pills in a show of force. Bo Bo pulled Mingming aside and muttered a few words in a low voice. Mingming nodded fiercely, and Bo Bo said to me in a humble tone, "Brother Xiaofeng, can we ask you to do something for us? We'll split the profits!" I was surprised by how many clever ideas Bo Bo had. I asked him in a low voice, "Go ahead?" "I want to... I want to rob Mingming's mom with you and Mingming!" Bo Bo's words were few, but each word hit me like a hammer blow. What are you little brats up to? Chapter Four] Robbery, please, it's robbery! How could I agree to that? But kids these days are so precocious, no, they're incredibly audacious! Seeing my face clearly showing "no," and knowing he was so anxious he didn't know how to react, he stammered, "Xiaofeng, don't worry, if anything happens... I... I'll handle it!" Listening to his fumbled and incoherent words, I couldn't believe him even more. I waved my hand, not wanting to argue with them anymore, and too lazy to pay attention to the two kids. Just then, Bobo slowly walked over, holding a trendy cell phone and handing it to me. It only had one text message: "Sweetie, your mom's having an affair with the kid downstairs. You'll be living with me from now on. I'll pick you up tomorrow! Don't tell your mom! Kisses..." from Dad, Yishan. Seeing my ashen face, Bobo...Guessing that the guy in the text message was me, he smugly told me, "Either you split the money with us, or I'll have my father break your legs! In my family, only I can control my dad. You decide!" My mind was a mess. First of all, I didn't sleep around with my mother at all. Secondly, I saved your mother. You were the one who just molested my mother, and now you're blackmailing me, huh! "Then..." After a long silence, "What do you want to do?" I hesitantly answered, not knowing what the consequences of saying that would be. Seeing that I seemed to have agreed, Mingming sighed and ignored me completely, praising Bobo, "You little magician, you're amazing! There's no one you can't handle!" Bobo completely disregarded him, his little eyes fixed on me. I could sense his extreme distrust, but he slowly said, "Brother Xiaofeng, you've seen my computer. Since you're joining us, we won't hide anything from you. Mingming's mom always carries a card with her, containing 30,000 yuan for daily expenses. Since you've helped us this time, we'll give you half, and we'll also give you a big surprise!" Hearing the last part, Mingming nudged Bobo and muttered to him, "Are you going to expose our whole plan to him?" Bobo said contemptuously, "You've taken advantage of my family so much today, I should make your family pay back!" Hearing Bobo's last words, I was shocked. These two little brats had molested my mother at home today. Bobo said "pay back"... Could it be...? I pictured the landlady's fierce face in the morning. Although she was stern, a closer look revealed she was quite a beauty in her youth. The boss often told me that she was a school beauty back in the day. He said he was poor then, and the two of them vowed to work hard together. Later, they both...He bought a house when real estate was cheap, and after back and forth buying and selling properties, he finally had some money and didn't have to worry about making ends meet. So, fearing her husband would be unfaithful, the landlady opened a small shop for him to run, but she controlled all the money tightly, so he was very frugal with every penny he spent. However, it must be said that the landlady had a really good figure, completely opposite to my mother. She was a little shorter, but had huge breasts, and sometimes when she scolded the husband, her large breasts would jiggle, which was quite suggestive. And because she had some spare money, she often went to beauty salons, so her buttocks were also very shapely… Seeing that I was lost in thought, Bo Bo sighed and said, “Let me tell you the story… Every Friday, even though Dad isn't home, he goes to collect money from other tenants. He says he collects money, but actually… sigh, that's just how adults are.” His eyes lit up as he continued, “So he leaves after a while, and the two of us actually planned this…” "We've been planning this for a long time..." We were calculating when the door was suddenly pushed open by the boss. The three of us froze. The boss walked cheerfully to my side, pulled me to the door, and whispered, "Where's my medicine?" I shakily took the medicine out of my pocket. The boss proudly took two pills, stuffed them into his pocket, turned around, and said loudly to his son with a radiant face, "Son, study computers well with Xiaofeng, don't be illiterate like your mother!" After taking a few steps outside, he turned back and shouted to Bobo, "Bobo, tell your mother to come to me if she has any difficulties..." I turned my head and saw that Bobo's expression was very complicated. He gritted his teeth and said to Mingming and me, "Let's do it, I'll make the call." Actually, robbery is much simpler than you might imagine, especially with insider collusion. I tore open a few thick stockings from the convenience store, put them over my head, and looked in the mirror. It was indeed exaggerated; no one could tell who you were. Just sucking on an olive could completely change your voice. Bobo tore open a SIM card from the convenience store and called the owner, asking her to come downstairs to pick up a package. A moment later, I saw the owner hurriedly coming down from the window. She was dressed casually, clearly wearing a down jacket over her pajamas. Because she was in such a hurry, I could see her large breasts jiggling from afar. I quickly followed Mingming up several floors and entered Mingming's house. I looked up at the knife and tag in my hand, wondering whether to tear them off. But if I did, the owner would still charge me when checking the accounts. While I was hesitating, the sound of rapid high heels grew closer. Mingming whispered, "When she comes in, you put the knife to me, then make her turn around and give you the bag. It's in the bag..." Before she finished speaking, there was the sound of a key turning in the lock, followed by the door being flung open. The landlady, her face contorted with rage, muttered and cursed, "That bastard dared to play tricks on me! If I find out... Ah!!!!!!!!!!" She let out a scream as she looked up and saw a masked man holding a knife to her precious son's neck. Damn it, I knew the kid's plan was unreliable. Then, like a mother beast, she charged in without giving me a chance to speak, seemingly trying to snatch the knife from my hand. I'd never seen anything like it. I usually trembled at the sight of the landlady, but seeing her charging at me so ferociously, I was utterly terrified. At that moment, Mingming cried out in shock, "Mommy, don't come any closer! He's going to kill me!" Those words were incredibly powerful. The landlady rushed towards me, stopping a few steps away. She shouted, "Let go of my son, or I'll call the police! You can't escape anyway!" My legs were trembling uncontrollably; I had no idea how to respond. I was facing the woman who usually attacked me with such ferocity several times a day. If she had a knife, she would have killed me instantly. Just then, the door slammed shut. The landlady fell silent, and a cold, deep voice behind her said, "Kneel down, or I'll kill your son!" Without thinking, Bobo, wearing stockings, came in, holding a knife to the landlady's back. The landlady knelt down helplessly, her large, white breasts exposed to Mingming and me through her pajamas. Mingming's mouth went dry, and I hadn't expected them to be so big. Bobo yanked his backpack off her shoulder, then bound her hands with transparent tape. He then held a knife to her neck, gesturing towards me. Seeing that I had the situation under control, I pulled a black cloth strip from my waist and cautiously blindfolded the landlady. Mission accomplished! Bobo was so frightened by my actions that he almost fainted. If he hadn't arrived in time, who knows what the consequences would have been. But his efforts paid off. Bobo grabbed the landlady's large breasts and began kneading them back and forth, as if taking revenge for Mingming's actions towards his mother that afternoon. Mingming, his blood boiling, ran over, grabbed the landlady's bag, took out her card, and pulled me into the house, saying, "It's up to you to force her to give you the password!" He then pushed me out, leaving the door ajar. The landlady, utterly terrified, collapsed to her knees by the door, her body limp. She struggled, her breasts being squeezed, muttering incessantly, "I'll give you money, what do you want? Please don't kill my son..." I slapped her hard across the face. She probably saw stars. I thought to myself, "This is for my mother, serves you right for cursing her this morning!" Then I kicked her hard and shouted, "Damn it, this is all the money in my bag! Tell me your card PIN!" "There's no money in the card, we have no money..." the landlady stammered, a pitiful expression on her face. Bobo completely ignored her answer. The hand squeezing her breasts behind her increased from one to two. Her breasts were too big for his small hands to grasp, so he frantically manipulated her nipples through her pajamas. Mingming, watching his frenzied antics through the crack in the fabric, looked utterly helpless. It seemed the two of them had a tacit understanding, exchanging mothers' bodies. I was about to interrogate her about where the money went when I heard her screaming "Ahhh!" from inside, followed by the sound of her head banging against the wall—it sounded terrible… The landlady was completely stunned, having no idea what was going on. She stammered, "The money was all taken by that bitch upstairs! That slut seduces my husband every day, there's really no money in this card!" Damn it, I felt a surge of anger rising within me, and I rushed over, about to strike, when I saw Bobo was feeling the same way. He grabbed her hair and pulled her up from the ground. The landlady's large, voluptuous breasts were right in front of me, and I had no mercy for her. I tore open her nightgown, revealing a pair of large, white, plump breasts. The breasts were slightly sagging, but still very round, though the areolas were a bit large and the nipples were black. I grabbed one nipple hard and shoved it forward. The landlady groaned in pain, arching her body forward, her buttocks sticking up high. Even though he was clearly seeing things going too far from inside, he wanted to push the door open, but after thinking about it, he didn't for some reason. Bo Bo, looking at the plump, big buttocks, was also incredibly excited. He lifted the hem of her nightgown, revealing a dark pink pair of panties. He reached out and explored the landlady's clitoris through the panties. The landlady was caught in a pincer attack, unsure how to respond. The person behind her seemed only interested in her body, while the person in front seemed only interested in the money. She decided to focus on me, calmed herself down, and whispered, "Don't kill my son, I'll give you money." Actually, I wasn't that interested in money anymore. If I slept with this old bastard today, I would be betraying my mother. I leaned down and watched Bo Bo playing around with it through the nightgown. I reached out and ripped off the pink panties, revealing a clump of dark, fuzzy pubic hair. It was so messy, completely different from the neatly trimmed pubic hair my mother used to do. Before Bo Bo could retract his fingers, they were already poking into the landlady's plump labia. "If that's how it is, I'd rather die than tell you the password! Just kill me!" The landlady's last line of defense was breached, and she was somewhat desperate."My old man will be back soon and arrest you all." They really want to play dirty! No wonder she's the landlady; she can use this to keep the boss in line. Too bad we're not the boss; you can't use this on us. I turned and left the landlady's room, pushing open Mingming's door. I saw Mingming panting heavily as he masturbated to his mother. Good heavens, what a spineless kid. I whispered to him, "We need to use some methods. Your mother won't listen to reason!" "Use them, hurry up! I've never seen my mother back down. If you can make her back down today, I'll do anything for her in the future!" Mingming said through gritted teeth. "Don't be shy!" I asked worriedly. "Go ahead, just do it for my dad. You don't know how fiercely she beats him when she gets angry!" Mingming said as if he were doing justice for God. I thought to myself, "I've been waiting for you to say that." As I walked out, I pulled down my pants, my long penis rising high with the sight of her large breasts. I grabbed the landlady's hair and pulled her in front of my penis. Looking at this face I saw almost every day, the one she always spoke to us with her arrogant attitude, I grabbed her nose, making it hard for her to breathe. She opened her mouth, and then my big penis shoved in, thrusting in and out. Both kids were seeing real oral sex for the first time, and they were completely dumbfounded. Bo Bo even forgot to play with the landlady's genitals. All they could see was a huge, adult penis going in and out of a beautiful mature woman's mouth. I imitated the scenes in porn movies, repeatedly slapping her mouth and roaring at her, "Suck it properly, or I'll kill you!" It seems the rich are afraid of the poor, and the poor are afraid of those who risk their lives. The landlady was stunned by my actions and could only obediently lick my penis. Unfortunately, her oral skills were too poor; she just kept biting my penis with her teeth, which hurt me a lot. But I couldn't give in. I thrust my hard penis in hard, and when I felt it was almost reaching her throat, the landlady coughed incessantly. I waved to Bobo, who looked down at his penis. It was hard, but much smaller than mine. I turned and waved to Mingming, pulling a small blue pill from my pocket and tossing it to him. Mingming slowly walked out of the house, getting closer to see his mother vigorously sucking my penis, his face showing utter disbelief. I firmly believed that deep down he could never believe his fierce mother was kneeling on

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