Night after night I think of Nu Jiao (Simplified Chinese)

(I) Pear Blossoms in the Rain

"Why did it turn out like this? Heaven! What did I do wrong to deserve this punishment?" In

a dark room with its doors and windows tightly shut, a naked woman murmured mournfully to herself.

Her once pure and innocent body, unable to withstand such merciless torment and abuse, was now a withered flower,

lying on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably. Just an ordinary woman, a weak and vulnerable woman, how could she endure such violence? Tears streamed down her face, her eyes

red and swollen from crying. A chill permeated her entire body, for she was completely naked, her snow-white skin covered in claw marks

and bruises. Her hands were bound behind her back, secured only by the shoulders of her own bra. Her legs were bound at the

ankles with her own panties, tied in a tight knot. Unable to move, unable to seek her own body,

unable to soothe her wounds. And so, she was left on the bed, her breasts exposed,

her lower body , silently awaiting the dictates of fate. Who was this heartless man, so insensitive and cruel, who defiled this beautiful

woman? Who could witness such a scene without being moved?

In the darkness, time stood still, and silence enveloped them. This traumatized woman forced her eyes shut,

desperately trying to forget everything that had just happened. She hoped it was all just a nightmare, that the man who

raped her, the one who had turned her into this, would return, sober and rational.

But even with her eyes closed, horrific scenes replayed before her eyes.

That tyrannical man had imprisoned her and raped her. He had professed his love for her abruptly, with

the force of a whirlwind, threatening to marry her. It all happened so suddenly, all within a single day, without

warning, without any warning.

This madman was none other than her own son, who had raped her, a heinous and utterly despicable act.

"Qiuping, Qiuping! How miserable your life is! Son! Son! Why do you treat your mother like this?

I raised you with such hardship, remained a widow and never remarried, all for you. Have you gone mad? Have you been bewitched by that prostitute

?" She cried, cursed, and cried for help, her voice hoarse, then fell silent, but who would come to her

rescue?

This son must be wicked, otherwise he wouldn't have committed such a heinous act as raping his mother.

What had happened was hard to believe. She only remembered nagging her son

a few times . Her son could never find a girlfriend, and he would always be self-pitying, coming home drunk. Recently he found one,

but she was a low-class woman, a prostitute. What was there for her son to be infatuated with? Moreover, her son actually brought her

home for the night, which infuriated Qiuping. She chased that woman away and sternly urged her son not to

associate with her, scolding him and having a huge argument.

"Can't you find another woman? Bringing home a shady woman would be a disgrace to

the family," Qiu Ping said.

"Mom, the women I like look down on me. Only she is someone I can buy love with money, and she says she

loves me, but you look down on her and drove her away. What am I supposed to do?"

"You're useless! You can't find a woman and bring home a prostitute. You've tainted my home." These

words were like a bomb, igniting her son's anger.

"I'm useless! Even you look down on me. I can't find a wife, and you nag me. I want a woman to sleep with

, but I can't find anyone. Who will pity me?"

It was the mother's fault—concern about her son's marriage and warning him against dating indiscriminately. The son turned his mother

into an enemy, wanting to retaliate in this way!

The son was extremely resentful and left home like a madman. When he returned, he was drunk, staggering,

his face contorted, reeking of alcohol, sour and foul. Upon seeing Qiu Ping, just as he was about to ask where she had been,

he became enraged, grabbing her and saying,

"Mom, you're the one who drove her away. What's wrong with her besides being a prostitute? You didn't want her to be

your wife, so why don't you want to take her place? Haven't you thought about the suffering of your son being a bachelor? Everyone has

a wife , why am I the only one without? Fine, I don't even have that prostitute anymore, you can take her place, you

, you can be my woman. Give me a kiss."

His stubble and stubble felt like needles pricking Qiu Ping's face. Qiu Ping was at a loss, trying to avoid him, and pushed him away

forcefully .

"What are you doing? You're drunk. I'm your mother! Let go of me, what do you want to do? Don't touch me,

let me go!" Qiu Ping was terrified and screamed loudly.

“Mom, I just want a woman. A woman, oh woman. You are a woman, come and be my woman, take

off your clothes and give me a blowjob.”

Qiu Ping struggled and cursed him, but he didn’t hear her. He forced himself on her, kissed her, and

groped , leaving her hair disheveled and her clothes in disarray. Qiu Ping resisted desperately and struggled with him, but she was no match

for a rude man who had lost his mind. Her son’s face turned lewd, and the lust in his eyes chilled her to the bone.

He pushed her down onto the sofa, tore her clothes, and ripped them to shreds. The tearing fabric and her cries for help were

equally horrific; anyone who heard them would feel sorry for her.

Huddled in the corner, a mother was barely clothed. Her bra was torn off, revealing half-naked breasts with faint claw

marks. She stared at her son, swallowing involuntarily. Her skin stood erect, as if awaiting invasion … A tall figure approached step by step, looming over her.

He grinned lewdly,

lusting after his mother's beauty and body. To satisfy his lust, he didn't hesitate to lay his hands on his own mother.

Qiu Ping had no way out. She knelt on the ground, begging her son to spare her and not make her do such

shameless things. The tragic scene was beyond description.

"I beg you, for the sake of our ancestors, don't do anything shameful or disgraceful to our family. I'll

remain a widow for your family, preserving my chastity. Look carefully, I'm your mother, don't do anything reckless."

"Disgrace the family? Marrying a prostitute is shameful to the family, but if you become my wife, it won't be shameful.

Mom, you're lonely too, being a widow isn't easy! Let me love you, mother and son become husband and wife. It's better than you one day

succumbing to loneliness and remarrying. If I keep you by my side, give me sex, and have a son, even the ancestors

will be pleased."

"What do you want to do? Help!"

"I want to do what I love most, have sex. Come, come, come, I want to fuck your cunt."

Qiu Ping was grabbed, the remaining fabric on her body, barely enough to cover her, was torn away. Panic ensued.

Startled, Qiu Ping used all her strength to push her son away and instinctively tried to run away. But trapped in the small room,

where could she run? Her son grabbed her bra strap from behind. With a tug, the strap came off, revealing

two shapely breasts, trembling slightly. Qiu Ping panicked and fell to the ground, crawling on all fours. Her son caught up, grabbed

the elastic band of her panties, and with a "whoosh," the white panties were ripped off, hanging from her ankles, revealing her shiny,

round buttocks.

Her son pounced forward like a lion pouncing on a rabbit, seizing the petite Qiu Ping.

"Mom, don't run. You can't escape. I want a woman, a woman, don't run away. Come and be my woman."

"Help! I'm your mother, don't you recognize me? My son is raping his mother! He's gone mad! He's gone mad!"

Qiu Ping shook off her son's hand, and as she got up to run away, she tripped over the panties hanging from her ankles and

fell to the ground again. Her son grabbed her legs, and she desperately clung to any piece of furniture, like a drowning person

grasping at the last straw. How could she possibly overcome her son's brute strength? He dragged her naked body like a plucked

pig, making her cry and scream all the way to his bedroom and onto the bed.

The lust-driven man, drunk, showed no mercy to his mother, treating her as

a tool . He had already stripped her of all her clothes, even her underwear, tearing them to shreds and exposing her

shame. He rode on her like a madman, like a street dog, subjecting her to his defilement. Although Qiu Ping wept bitterly,

pleading with him not to defile the chastity she had preserved for his ancestors and father, repeatedly crying out, "I

am your mother! You can't do this to me!"

the strong, muscular man, the ravenous lustful devil, would never let go of such a tempting prey. Qiu Ping

couldn't escape her son's clutches, forced to submit to his lewd abuse.

"Mom! You're even more alluring than that prostitute. Your skin is so delicate. You said

no other man has ever touched you, you've saved your best for me, you're absolutely amazing! Look, your face

is beautiful, your breasts are gorgeous, your buttocks are round and perky, it feels so good to touch them!"

"Let me go! Don't touch me! Help!" Qiu Ping cried.

Her son's constant praise of her naked beauty did nothing to lessen her shame.

Qiu Ping was forced onto the bed by her son's heavy body. He pulled down his pants, revealing his terrifying penis,

waving it in front of her. In her terror, Qiu Ping saw her son's penis as a gigantic monster, reaching out with its suction tube to

burrow into her vagina and suck out her internal organs. What he was about to do was too horrifying; Qiu Ping covered her face, unable to bear watching. Her son

pressed down on Qiu Ping with both hands, lay down on top of her. The penis thrashed wildly between her thighs. Qiu Ping desperately

squeezed her legs together, protecting her private parts, resisting to the very end.

"Open your legs, open your legs, I'm going to fuck you, fuck you to death."

"It hurts! You're hurting me so much, it hurts so much. Help!"

Her son forcefully grabbed her legs, forcibly spreading them apart. His penis thrust in and out a few times, finally penetrating her vagina.

He thrust in forcefully, encountering resistance, pushing harder until it was all the way in. It felt like an arrow piercing her heart, causing her

unbearable pain . The more Qiu Ping resisted, the more excited her son became, and the more unbearable the pain in her lower body became. With an extremely embarrassed expression, she tightly closed

her eyes, biting her lip, enduring her son's defilement and humiliation of her body. Her son thrust in and out, sometimes deeply, sometimes shallowly,

pounding and arching his neck, experiencing pleasure he had never felt before. Poor widow, who had lived her whole

life for her son, thinking of him, in the end, her lewd son had defiled her.

In the midst of their struggle, a pool of hot, viscous semen sprayed between Qiu Ping's legs, causing a

burning pain.

The rude man, having satisfied his lust, finally released his mother. He got out of bed and pulled his pants back up. Qiu Ping

buried her head in the pillow, curled up, and cried uncontrollably. The son turned around, looking at his mother beside him, tormented by

his actions . Seeing her bare neck, bare back, and bare buttocks made his heart pound.

The suppressed lust within him had erupted, uncontrollable. He would go and have sex with a bitch, even a scorpion. In

his eyes, this woman called Mother had become a piece of lustful flesh.

Her son turned her body around, touching her pubic hair covered in filth, and said,

"So this is what it feels like to make love with Mom. I really like it. I think I'll make love with you more often in the future.

Oh! Why are you crying so hard? Making love won't kill you... I'm not a stranger, I take

responsibility for what I've done. Since you've lost your virginity to me, and I can't find a wife, I'm willing to be your husband from now on, wouldn't that

solve our problem?"

Qiu Ping covered her face, sobbing, heartbroken. Qiu Ping cried even harder. Her son stroked her face, her

breasts, but she was too weak to pull away. The son said to her,

"This is a great idea! I can't believe I thought of it, and I can actually do it. After you've penetrated me, you'll be my woman,

understand? Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! We'll get married and be husband and wife. From now on, you're my

wife, and I'm your husband."

"Incest! How can you say such things? It's outrageous! Raping your mother is an unforgivable

crime. You actually said you wanted to marry your mother. You grew up on my breasts, how could you do such a beastly

thing? We're mother and son, how can we get married?"

The son was so engrossed in rehearsing his wedding with his mother that he didn't listen to Qiu Ping at all. He

pulled her hands away from her face, pinched her cheek, kissed her, and muttered to himself

,

"I have a wife! I have a beautiful wife with a great figure, let's see who looks down on me. Mom,

we're getting married soon. I'll marry you, yes, yes, yes. We need to have a ceremony, Mom, wait for me, I

'll go arrange the wedding banquet and come back to celebrate our wedding with you."

As he spoke, he twisted her hands behind her back and tied them with her bra straps. He used her panties to bind her

legs, saying,

"I know you'll run away if I don't tie you up. Women are all the same, they don't trust you, they'll

run away from you. My bride, don't even think about running away. We're a perfect match, you can't escape."

His abusive hand was particularly interested in her buttocks, groping them. Qiu Ping instinctively twisted her

buttocks to avoid him, but to her son, this only added to the temptation. Her son patted her buttocks and said

:

“I think I made the right choice in choosing a wife. Your buttocks are so tender and smooth, so elastic. I haven’t touched

many women’s buttocks. You’re my mother, that’s why I’m telling you, but actually I haven’t touched any. However, I do things with my hands,

and I can tell what’s good just by touching it.”

As he spoke, he kissed her buttocks again, and Qiu Ping burst into tears.

“Don’t touch me, don’t touch me,” Qiu Ping cried.

“Not your buttocks, but your breasts, your belly, your pussy, okay?”

Her son groped her all over, his hands moving freely over her body.

"No! No! Please! Oh! Help! Open me up!"

"Mom, I won't touch you anymore. There's plenty of time in the future. Remember, we've already slept together, made love, you're

already taken, you're my woman, I can't touch you there. I think marrying you is

a lifelong commitment , it can't be rushed, we need to have some kind of ceremony, a wedding. Mom, tell me, what should I buy for the wedding?"

"You beast, go to hell!"

"You're marrying me tonight! How can you be so heartless as to want your new husband to die? If I die, you'll be a widow,

can you bear that? Don't worry, I won't die, I'll be back soon to marry you. Hahahaha."

This lewd laughter gradually faded away, but lingered in her ears. The bedroom door closed tightly, and she heard the sound of

the main door closing . Everything was deathly silent; Qiu Ping could only hear her own breathing and sobbing.

Her son didn't ask her "whether she was willing or not," he dictatorially decided her fate.

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