My mother was gang-raped on a bus (Simplified Chinese)

"Xiaozhen, don't run so fast, Mom won't be able to find you if you get lost."

"Mom, we'll miss our seats if we're late. Hurry, let me help you carry them."

"No need, Mom can carry them."

My plump mother, wearing high heels and carrying two large plastic woven bags, followed behind

me, panting. The bags were filled with local specialties that my grandparents and uncles had asked me to bring to relatives in the provincial capital.

This was during the summer vacation of 1992. My mother, a middle school English teacher, was taking advantage of her vacation to visit my parents' home, about

300 miles

.

On the day we returned to the provincial capital, the long-distance bus station seemed unusually crowded. The station was small, with only one person maintaining order, and even

my grandparents who came to see us off couldn't squeeze in. My mother and I, carrying large and small bags, stood in line behind many people. My mother initially

didn't want to squeeze in with the crowd and wanted to wait for the next bus, but after inquiring about the time, she learned that the next bus wasn't until 2 PM, meaning a five-hour wait .

By then, this bus would have already arrived, so she decided to just get on this one. The August weather was terrible; the slight coolness that had managed to build up the previous night vanished almost instantly . It was only 9 AM, but I already felt a bit sticky. A few beads of sweat appeared on my mother's forehead and nose. Her light green silk blouse clung tightly to her body, and her white bra, visible through the blouse, clung tightly to her two high, firm breasts. Despite this, my mother's impressive breasts bounced up and down as she jogged, and her new high heels, unfortunately, were making things difficult for her, squeezing her little toes until they hurt a little. She had to shift her weight onto the inside of her feet , unconsciously raising her hips higher. As my mother, her buttocks half-protruding, breasts swaying , jogging past the long-distance bus, several pairs of eyes in the last row locked onto her full body beneath her thin clothes, and their groins began to stir. Most of them then swallowed hard; in most cases , they could only swallow dryly at the sight before continuing with what they were doing. The beast within them roared silently, yearning for that warm, sweet spring of desire they remembered, but such a spring mostly existed only in their imaginations. They were used to soothing their beasts with their rough hands, like stroking a pet; in this situation, even a dry well was a rare luxury for them. My mother followed me, squeezing onto the bus. Many passengers were already seated, but no one was standing in the aisle; perhaps there were still seats available. With this thought in mind ,　I walked from the front to the back of the bus, looking left and right, unwilling to let my last glimmer of hope vanish. Finally, I saw a small gap next to an elderly man in the third-to-last row. I asked my mother to sit there, but she looked at it, shook her head, and said, "Zhen, you sit." I thought, surely my mother wouldn't be embarrassed to sit next to an old man ?　　But when I sat down, I realized the gap was only big enough for half my bottom, let alone my mother's large bottom . The seemingly kind-looking old man squeezed in a little, and I was finally able to sit comfortably. Passengers kept boarding, and those who arrived later had to stand in the aisle. The driver kept urging everyone to squeeze in, saying it would only take a few hours. My mother initially stood next to me, but was later pushed to the very back of the carriage by the people in front. At this point, my mother started to feel a slight pain in her lower abdomen. She initially thought it was from catching a chill , but then she realized the real reason. Since giving birth to me, my mother has noticed that if she doesn't have sex for a while , she experiences lower abdominal pain during ovulation, which disappears once she resumes sexual activity. She saw a Western doctor who said her hormone levels were unstable, indicating a mild endocrine disorder. The doctor advised regulating it through diet and lifestyle and prescribed an imported birth control pill. Initially, the medication seemed to work, and the pain during ovulation subsided. However, once she stopped taking it, the symptoms returned. Even more alarming, she found her breasts became more sensitive, her nipples enlarged, and she frequently experienced milk leakage during intercourse, causing her considerable embarrassment. When my mother told my father about this, he seemed indifferent. When happy, he would say it was good ; when impatient, he would say, "I told you not to take these medications!" However, my father still dislikes using condoms, so my mother continues to take the pill weekly when at home. Their sex life has taken an additional step: after each sexual encounter, my father insists on emptying my mother's breasts of milk. My mother hadn't had sex for two weeks, and she hadn't brought any birth control pills. It wasn't until she started experiencing lower abdominal pain that she realized it was probably her ovulation period. No wonder she found clear, blood-tinged discharge in her underwear that morning. With just over four hours until they got home, my mother thought she'd definitely ask my father to " treat" her. Sexual intercourse was still the most effective treatment, though she reminded herself to take . The thought of "treatment" made my mother's mind wander. 　While she was thinking these things, she was completely unaware that twelve eyes behind her were greedily staring at her rounded buttocks　. They weren't originally traveling together; they were just ordinary travelers, but after a long separation , each of them harbored a restless beast within their groins. The cramped space inside the car reduced the distance between people to almost nothing. My mother's elastic, tight black dress clung to her ample buttocks, and the nearest person's nose was less than a foot away— even raising an arm could accidentally touch them. The man's wild desire fermented amidst the faint scent of my mother's sweat. I don't know when we started driving; a few miles out of the county town, we were on a bumpy mountain road. The bus, full of passengers, swayed constantly from side to　　side, and my mother had to struggle to maintain her balance. Even so, before an uphill climb, a sudden acceleration made my mother scream and land on the person behind her. To make matters worse, she felt something hard between her legs. My mother struggled to stand up, and at that moment, I turned around . My mother felt a pair of hands supporting her waist and pushing her up, and it felt like they even touched her buttocks. Everything happened so fast; it was over before she could even think. My mother was both ashamed and angry, but she couldn't retaliate, and she dared not look back.

The man behind my mother touched his crotch, savoring the fleeting, wonderful feeling: a soft, yielding

buttock pressed　　 against his thigh, his manhood pressing against the slut's...that place. That was

the sweet spring he'd been longing for. He regretted helping the slut up so quickly; though he'd touched her buttocks in the chaos,

nothing more. Everything had been fine until this sitting, this support, this touch—the small flame in his lower abdomen

instantly he wouldn't find a place to relieve himself. He

only had 20 yuan left in his pocket, and he needed to eat before finding work. The man on his left nudged him. He'd glanced at the guy with the long scar above his eyebrow when he got on the bus

and

then dared not

look again. Who traveling wouldn't want to avoid trouble? Sitting next to him was already incredibly uncomfortable, but there

were . He turned to look at the person to his left, who was holding a sharp razor blade

, looking at him with a strange, ambiguous smile. He looked at the person to his left, puzzled,

then finally realized he wanted to switch seats. "Fine, I'll switch, but what's with the razor blade?" he thought, not daring to ask.

He stood up to let the person to his left move, feeling his erection pressing against the woman's soft buttocks. My mother felt it too , but she didn't move, because she had no room to move forward. Fortunately ,

the person behind her quickly sat down. My mother breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a burning sensation in her lower body. She tried not to think about it, but it only grew more uncomfortable; there seemed to be more discharge from her vagina, and it was itchy. Just then, a thick arm draped over my mother's right shoulder, and a large hand simultaneously covered her mouth. A deep, menacing voice rang in her ear: "Don't shout!" My　　mother froze, feeling a chill before her eyes. She then saw the gleaming blade less than two inches from her face. The man behind her said something else, but she didn't hear a word, only the last sentence, "Understand?" She nodded hastily , glancing at me sitting to her left, where I was dozing with my head down. My mother instinctively looked at my sunburnt neck, realizing she was dozing off. For some reason, her lower body felt increasingly hot. She still dared not look back. My mother felt a pair of hands greedily groping her waist and genitals. The zipper of her skirt was pulled down, and she suddenly remembered that she had inexplicably worn a pink thong that day. What my mother didn't know was that during her ovulation period after two weeks of abstinence from sex, she subconsciously craved intercourse with a man. What she was about to experience, from a biological perspective, was perhaps the inevitable result of this subconscious desire; after all, sexual behavior in most animals looks like rape. To put it bluntly and crudely, my mother was an incredibly horny woman that day, and what happened to her wasn't surprising at all; in fact, it was exactly what she deserved. 　　My mother knew her thong was exposed, and she felt both ashamed and frightened, wanting to scream, but she held back. A few buttons on her skirt were　　undone, and then the skirt slipped down to her ankles. The people in the last row stared at my mother's almost naked, full buttocks and thighs, swallowing hard. Their burning , which only intensified the intensity of their stares. Aside from her father, no other man had ever looked at　　　　her naked body so closely, let alone six men. My mother trembled at the thought of what was about to happen, but seeing me sitting in front of her, she knew she had no choice but to comply. The man who was about to violate her stood behind my mother, his hands roaming over her large, white, fleshy buttocks. For a moment, she calmed down, thinking that if she could delay the inevitable, perhaps a miracle would happen and help her escape this predicament. Thinking this, my mother squeezed her legs together ,　　hoping 　　to make it less easy for the man behind her to remove the last barrier protecting her lower body. As she squeezed her legs together, her skirt slipped down to her ankles, but my mother didn't care about . She absolutely didn't want anyone to see her like this. Fortunately, she had two large woven bags in her hands, which she could use to cover her half-naked lower body. 　　Women's so-called rationality is generally quite limited, and it turned out that my mother's attempt to close her legs was futile. The man behind her did　　n't intend to properly remove it; instead, he reached down to my mother's waist, where the thong was just a narrow strip. The man lifted the thong at my mother's left waist, and it snapped off with a sharp sound where the blade passed. Then he did it on the right side . My mother, holding the woven bag covering her naked lower body in both hands, couldn't stop him and dared not stop him. The thong instantly became a strangely shaped strip of cloth between my mother's legs, leaving her completely naked. The man stood behind my mother , pulled down the zipper, and his engorged penis eagerly sprang out, as if he had smelled the scent of my mother's female genitalia in the air and suddenly became aroused. The man clearly had phimosis; his erection couldn't hide the fact. His right hand caressed my mother's smooth buttocks, while his left hand pulled back the foreskin, revealing a dark red glans. The foreskin was still damp, covered in black smegma, and a strong odor of urine immediately filled the air around his penis, causing those sitting in the back row to fan the air with their hands .　　　　My mother felt a hand reach under her crotch to support her plump mons pubis, while another hand pressed against her back. One hand pulled back while the other pushed forward, forcing her upper body forward and her buttocks sticking out. My mother's perineum was exposed between her bare thighs as she arched her back. This was the most alluring and secret part of my mother's body; even my father had never seen her in such a seductive pose. The man reached between my mother's thighs, gesturing for her to spread her legs wider and stick her buttocks out even higher. My mother obediently complied. 　　From the front, my mother appeared perfectly normal, except for a slight flush on her face and a slight forward lean .

However, if it weren't so crowded, a careful observer could see the skirt and thong on the ground. From behind, my mother's

lower body was completely naked, her legs spread at a 45-degree angle, her beautiful genitals exposed, her anus faintly visible in the crevice, and

below that, her relatively darker perineum, the plump flesh of her vulva embracing the entrance to her vagina. My mother's vaginal opening faced downwards and backwards, opening and closing slightly with the rhythm of her rapid breathing ,

captivating all who watched. 　　During male-female intercourse, the timing of genital insertion is usually entirely controlled by the man, making the moment of impending penetration the most agonizing for a woman, especially in forced sexual acts. My mother's mature female genitals knew she was about to be invaded by a man's penis, so her cervix stretched, and her vagina began to moisten, ready to receive the penis at any moment. 　　When the expected insertion didn't occur, my mother's mind was in turmoil, like a cat scratching at her, completely lost. Just as she was feeling　　helpless, something swiftly entered her vagina, causing her to gasp. It was finally happening. However, the expected feeling of fullness in her vagina didn't come, despite her vaginal contractions. The man withdrew his right middle finger, which had been gripped tightly by my mother's vagina, and it was now wet with a clear ,　　　　sticky fluid. He licked ; my mother's reaction had exceeded his expectations. Because of his phimosis, he usually needed ample lubrication before penetration, otherwise it would hurt. Now it seemed my mother's vagina was fully ready. He brought his glans to the entrance of　　　　my mother's vagina and slowly slid it into her warm, moist body. The smell of urine around his penis immediately disappeared. Despite being mentally and physically prepared, the first time a man other than her husband penetrated her still left my mother feeling completely lost. This was a completely different sensation. The man's penis wasn't particularly large, but she was being raped in such a public place by a man other than her husband, with her son nearby. The extreme fear and shame combined to create a strange excitement my mother had never experienced before. She felt a tremor in her vagina and cervix, unable to explain the continuous flow of fluid from her lower body. 　　My mother had never had sex before marriage, and in ten years of married life, she had never felt anything like this. It was unimaginable that　　her vaginal fluids would be opened today on a long-distance bus for an uninvited guest who threatened and humiliated her. Equally frightening for my mother was the burning sensation she felt spreading , filling her lower abdomen, rising again until it filled her breasts. She felt a throbbing pain in her breasts, her nipples feeling so tightly pressed against her bra that she could hardly breathe. Just as she was struggling on the verge of suffocation, she felt a large hand caressing her breasts through her bra. Then she felt the pressure on her breasts ease, and her bra cups were slashed open with a blade. 　　My mother then realized that the bottom two buttons of her shirt were undone, and the man's hand was inside .　　 But she didn't resist at all, not even for a moment, letting her bra be cut to pieces by the sharp blade, pulled out from the neckline. The man continued thrusting his hips, casually tossing my mother's two bra cups to a few people in the back row, who grabbed them and sniffed them as if they were precious treasures. At this moment ,　　　　my mother's worst fears came true. Hearing my mother's heavy breathing, I turned to see what was happening. I noticed my mother's posture was strange; her legs were spread apart, her upper body leaning forward, like she was squatting in a horse stance. Her clothes also looked odd. I couldn't figure out why, but it just felt different from usual, something was wrong. "　　　　Mom, are you tired?" "　　 ...No , no　　　　...Xiaozhen, sit still, don't look around. 　　" "Mom, why don't you come sit down for a while? "　　　　"No!! Don't come over! Xiaozhen, listen to Mom, sit still." I　　　　found it strange that my mother seemed so nervous when I tried to stand up to let her sit down. “　　　　Mom, how about I help you with your things? It must be tiring for you to stand and carry them.” “No !!!　　　　Didn’t you hear me? I’m carrying them perfectly well, turn around!” 　　I was puzzled as to why my mother suddenly got angry. Just then, I noticed a man standing behind her. He had a fierce look on his face, and　　 although there was a seat behind him, he wouldn’t sit down, insisting on standing right next to my mother. My eyes met his, and he glared at me menacingly. Despite it being the middle of summer, I still felt a chill. Just then ,　　　　the old man next to me grabbed my shoulder and said, "Stop looking, good boy, listen to your mother." 　　 I turned around, full of suspicion, but dared not look back again, so I pretended to be dozing off in the back of the seat in front of me, occasionally glancing back out of the corner of my eye. Seeing that 　　I had finally turned away and wouldn't look back, the man put away the razor blade he had been holding to my mother's neck, wrapped ,　　 and reached his right hand down to her crotch to rub her clitoris and labia, while his left hand went inside her clothes to pinch her breasts and nipples. My mother's body, which had been cooling down after the initial shock, was aroused again. Although she kept cursing herself in her heart for being a shameless, slutty woman, her genitals didn't respond to her brain. 　　The man could clearly feel my mother's genitals gripping him; the tip of his penis felt the suction of the vaginal muscles, and the frenulum was being squeezed by the warm flesh of her vagina .　　 With each insertion and withdrawal, the tip of his penis had to separate from my mother's... due to sexual arousal.

The vagina, now tighter, caused the glans penis to swell in a way that resembled a pump,

drawing ,　　 leaving the base of the penis and pubic hair covered in my mother's vaginal

secretions. 　　My mother felt her vagina tightening, the sensation of her vaginal cavity being stretched intensified with the increased thrusting speed. Her uterus began to contract, and at that moment, a gush of hot fluid erupted from the urethral opening at the tip of the glans. The penis stopped thrusting and instead throbbed up and down within the limited space of the vagina, spraying thick streams of semen into my mother's vaginal cavity. Because she hadn't taken birth control pills and was ovulating, the environment inside my mother's vagina was ideal for sperm. Therefore, the hundreds of millions of sperm in the semen vigorously swam towards the depths of the uterus and fallopian tubes, seeking an opportunity . My mother seemed to realize the gravity of the situation at this moment, pulling her raised buttocks forward with a "plop," and the glans slid out of her vagina. But it was too late; ejaculation was complete, and the penis, having fulfilled its seed-planting task, began to soften, with only a drop of milky white semen remaining near the urethral opening. Several　　　　men who had been watching for a while, driven by their own genitals, also began to stir. Each of them had a seed-planting machine in their crotches, and my mother's fertile ground was ready for sowing. Who says men don't think with their lower bodies ?　　 At this moment, the other five men sitting in the last row were completely controlled by their own genitals . 　　From the moment my mother's lower body was stripped naked, her buttocks forced up, and her genitals exposed, all five pairs of testicles began working overtime to deliver sperm to the epididymis. For the reproductive organs of the men in the last row, the orgy had only just begun. They started exchanging seats, and whoever's turn it was moved to the seat behind my mother. They didn't sit down, but instead pressed themselves tightly against her back, forcing her to bend over, and penetrating her from behind, ravaging her vaginal cavity. After the initial arousal subsided, my mother felt a churning, throbbing pain in her lower abdomen. She knew this was the result of excessive sexual activity causing vaginal swelling and congestion, but she was powerless against the continuous thrusting. Each person's penetration lasted about　　ten　　minutes, from insertion to ejaculation, and they wouldn't stop until they had thrust hundreds of times. The only breaks were a few dozen seconds when people changed seats, and later even those few dozen seconds were greatly shortened, because the next person would be sitting in the empty seat behind my mother, the seat that should have belonged to the man currently raping her. 　　After all six men had ejaculated inside my mother, the pace of the intercourse slowed considerably because everyone's stamina had increased. The first round took only about thirty-five minutes, but the second round doubled, taking seventy minutes, and the journey was only halfway complete. Billions of sperm swam in my mother's uterus and fallopian tubes. They could survive for　　three 　　days in a suitable environment, but　　only one sperm would eventually fertilize an egg, producing an illegitimate offspring. The rest would be absorbed by my mother's uterine wall, becoming an indelible stain on her body. 　　From the third round onwards, my mother began to feel exhausted, swaying and unable to stand. Her vagina was severely swollen and red from the continuous intercourse; the vaginal mucosa had turned from pink to bright red, and streaks of blood would occasionally appear when the penis withdrew　　. Men blinded by lust had no compassion for other men's wives and mothers. They simply allowed my mother to sit on the lap of the man who raped her, his erect penis penetrating her vagina. Then they lifted my mother's naked buttocks and wiggled her back and forth, enjoying her vagina, which was especially tight due to its swollen state. 　　During this time, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that my mother was sitting on someone's lap, moving up and down. At the time ,　　I couldn't understand it at all. 　　Initially, intercourse was lubricated by my mother's vaginal secretions. Later, due to frequent intercourse, the secretions became insufficient, and　　it gradually became lubricated by semen. As the intervals between ejaculations lengthened and the amount of semen decreased, they resorted to having one of them take turns standing in my mother's original position to block her view. My mother would then turn around, unbutton all the buttons on the front of use her genitals to encircle his penis while offering her breasts for him to fondle. During the sucking of her breasts, they quickly discovered that my mother's breasts were actually secreting milk, which greatly delighted them. Initially, this arrangement did indeed accelerate the secretion of milk from my mother's genitals, greatly improving lubrication, as the shame it triggered . Finally ,　　　　in the fourth round, the man who had first raped my mother came up with a new trick. When he felt my mother's vagina was too dry, he made her kneel on the ground to give him oral sex, partly to lubricate his penis with saliva, and partly to increase my mother's shame, causing her vagina to secrete more fluid. This trick was indeed effective. When my mother got up from the ground and straddled that penis , it was almost effortless to insert it all the way in. The others then followed suit. 　　As the long-distance bus drove through the streets of the provincial capital, my mother was still straddling the lap of the last man. Although her breasts had long been emptied, that　　man still stubbornly sucked on her nipples. The drivers of the cars behind and next to her, seeing my naked mother swaying her large breasts as she was being raped by a man through their windows, were all stunned. The moment the long -　　 distance bus pulled into the station, my mother finally got off the man . 　　In her haste, she buttoned up her shirt, not having time to find a skirt to put on, and was forced to stand up naked from the waist down. My mother told me to get off first and wait for her below the bus. She waited until I got off before finally managing to find her skirt on the ground .　　The remnants of her bra and thong had been taken away by the men who had gang-raped her as souvenirs. Before getting off the bus, they all kissed my mother's bare buttocks.

My mother limped off the bus, her nipples clearly visible through her semi-transparent shirt, and people around her

stared. She said she couldn't walk anymore because she'd been standing for so long, so we took a taxi home. 　　I don't remember what happened after that, only that my mother subtly asked me if I'd seen anything . I lied and said I hadn't seen anything, and　　 she didn't say anything more. 　　Later, my mother found out she was pregnant. In June 1993, I had a younger sister. To avoid the family planning authorities, my mother took a year of sick leave and returned to her hometown to give birth. 　　It wasn't until I was 16 that I fully understood that my mother had been gang-raped by those men, and that my sister the product of that rape. My father ,　　 however, knew nothing and remained completely in the dark.

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