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Mom's Story 

Chapter 1



I've always thought my mother was a very calm woman, her life revolving around family and work. As time went by,

although the years slowly etched their marks on her face, she remained a beautiful woman.



From a young age, I preferred spending time with my mother because she was so gentle, softly patting me to sleep

while I nestled in her arms—those were the happiest times of my life. But that happiness remains only in my childhood

memories; life is never so perfect.



My father was an honest man, and in this day and age, honesty is practically synonymous with being spineless. A few years ago,

the factory went downhill, and most workers were laid off. My father only managed

to keep his job thanks to his comrade-in-arms, Uncle Zheng, who had become the head of the personnel department at the textile bureau. My family, like many ordinary Chinese families around the world

, experienced bitterness and occasional moments of sweetness, but life is mostly filled with disappointments. My mother wasn't doing too well at work either; in her early forties, it was such an awkward age for



a woman working in a company .

I want to keep working here; I haven't reached the age limit yet.

But young people keep coming to the company, and my current family situation doesn't allow me to sell my seniority. I'll be going to university next year,

so my mother has to work tirelessly. Her once radiant smile is now much less

frequent. Although I'm growing up, I still love seeing her smile.







When I was in elementary school, my mother wasn't working in the office she works in now. She

was a warehouse keeper in a low-level precious goods warehouse. Back then, I often heard her say, "Son, you must

study hard. Look, after I gave birth to you, I went to school, and now I don't have to work in the factory. Son,

do you want to be like me?"



Looking at the uncles and aunts doing manual labor in the factory or other jobs, I

admired my mother immensely. Because after giving birth to me, she actively pursued further education and finally earned a college diploma.



My mother's small warehouse was her personal domain. The goods in that warehouse were only used when producing

the highest-end products, so it was rarely frequented. Since my mother was

one of the few college graduates at the time, her supervisor put her in charge of the warehouse when there were no other positions available. I was

young then, and no one at home could take care of me, so my mother often brought me with her. Her supervisor turned a blind eye.

I had my own little bed in the warehouse.



My bed was at the very back, behind some goods on the floor. Through

the gaps I could barely see my mother's desk. After school, I would go to my mother's workplace for lunch and then

sleep on my little bed. But I never expected to see something I could never have imagined from that bed. That

event had a profound impact on my life; to this day, I can never forget what I saw and heard.



I remember it was summer vacation, a Saturday noon. I was sleeping on my little bed, dreaming of going to college

, when a loud noise shattered my dream. The first thing I heard when I woke up was my mother's very low

voice.



"Oh no, my son is awake."



What could be wrong? I couldn't help but wonder. Just as I was about to respond to my mother, I heard another

man's voice.



"No, listen, there's no sound. Let me see." As he spoke, a figure stood up.



At the time, I didn't know what was going on, but I instinctively closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I only

opened a slit, but I saw that the chair where my mother had been sitting was gone, replaced by cardboard

boxes spread on the floor. My mother's black high heels had been taken off and were scattered haphazardly under the table. Next to her shoes was

a pair of men's leather shoes, and standing on the floor were two pairs of feet wearing socks.



Then the man and my mother sat down again. After I was sure that neither of them could see me, I

opened my eyes wide again and looked at the two men through the goods.



The man,

older . He gently brushed aside her shoulder-length wavy hair, his tongue kissing her ear.

My mother tried to move away, but the man's hands held her head firmly. The expression on my mother's face

wasn't one of disgust, but rather a half-smile. At the time, I didn't know what they were doing, but

my intuition made me very curious.



The man placed his hand on the buttons of my mother's white, semi-transparent blouse, unbuttoning the top button and

slipping his hand inside. I only saw his hand moving inside her clothes. My mother's face seemed to be in pain,

revealing an expression I had never seen before.



"Qiuying, how is it? Comfortable?" the man asked my mother.



"Keep your voice down, don't wake my son," my mother said, tilting her head back and wrapping her arms around the man's

neck , sealing his mouth with her own.



I remember back then, when there were kissing scenes on TV, I asked my mom if I could do that with her.

She always laughed and hugged me, saying I couldn't do that with her, not with anyone but my dad. But why is she

doing it with someone else now?



The man's right hand was rummaging inside my mom's clothes, while his left hand

unbuttoned her bottom buttons one by one. After unbuttoning them all, he pulled open the sides of her shirt, revealing her flesh-colored bra

, and then pulled the shirt off, leaving her only in her bra.



At that time, I was eating placenta and ginseng with my mom, and these things really

stimulated . Even when I was very young, my penis could already get erect. When I saw my mom like this, my

little penis was already hard. Then the man stood up and quickly took off his shirt and trousers; his

underwear contained a large bag. My mom sat on the cardboard with her legs half-bent,

unbuttoning her skirt and pulling down the zipper.



The man had already sat down. He hugged the mother and slowly pulled her yellow skirt

down , gently stroking her thighs, which were still covered in flesh-colored pantyhose. His hands went

under the pantyhose, touching her buttocks, and he

kissed . He bit her flesh-colored bra strap with his teeth, pulling it down from her shoulders to her arms.

The mother cooperated, slowly pulling the pantyhose down from her waist, revealing a pair of matching panties underneath.



By this time, both of Mom's bra straps had come off, and I could clearly see her breasts

exposed —two large, white mounds.



"Qiuying, come on, move a little, let me take off your panties." The man pulled

down , and Mom's hands pressed against the man's bulge.



"Hurry up, my son might wake up at any moment," Mom said to the man.



The man listened, unhooked Mom's bra, pushed her down onto the cardboard, rested his bald

head on her chin, and grasped her full breasts with both hands, sucking them into his mouth





with loud sucking sounds.



"Ah...so good! God, be gentle, be gentle...my son can hear me!" Mom moaned softly to

the man.



"Okay. Mmm...so fragrant, so sweet!" the man replied indistinctly.



The man was suckling at my mother's breast while playing with her other breast.

My mother held his head in her arms, rubbing her legs against his thighs, half-sitting up. With one hand around

his neck, she reached for his penis, still covered by his underwear, and

stroked the bulge with her slender fingers.



At this moment, the man could no longer restrain himself. He pulled down his underwear, revealing a

penis much larger than I was at the time, menacingly erect. My mother lay completely flat on the cardboard, waiting quietly. The man

's fat body pressed against her white flesh, and he tried to penetrate her.



I knew what was happening then, and I thought the man was so clumsy, struggling on top of my mother for

so long without getting anywhere. My mother opened her eyes, looked at the man, and

smiled . I loved seeing my mother smile; her smile was so sweet!



At this moment, the mother supported her entire body with one elbow, raising her legs wide open, almost

pressing them against her own. One hand guided the man's penis below, and she called out, "Come in!" The





man thrust forward, their waists joining together.



Then the man pressed down on the mother again, her head resting on his

chest, her tongue licking his nipples, sucking, and gently biting them.



The man's hands were on the ground, his waist thrusting against the mother forcefully; although he was careful, the sounds of their bodies

colliding were still clearly audible.



The mother sucked on one nipple then the other, alternating constantly,

her .



"Wu Qiuying, your oral skills are quite good! Ah, be gentle, don't bite so hard," the man called the mother's

name, pulling her head away and pressing her completely against the cardboard.



He held my mother's head with one hand, pressing his large mouth against hers again, while his other hand scooped up

one of her legs from below. I saw his large penis appear and disappear repeatedly beneath her





My mother held the man's neck with one hand, their mouths pressed together, their heads occasionally tilting to the side,

their tongues intertwining. The man's hands remained on my mother's

breasts long-fingered fingers circled the man's nipples.



I didn't know what they were doing, but they maintained this position,

their hips I started to feel sleepy again.



Then, the man released my mother's legs, and his mouth parted.



"You're so strong! Can't you hurry up? We only have half an hour until work," my mother said softly.



After hearing this, the man reached behind him and said, "Qiuying, wrap your legs around my waist."



The mother obediently wrapped her legs around the man's waist, clinging to him even tighter. She held onto his

armpits ; both of them were drenched in sweat, and the cardboard on the floor was damp.



The man's mechanical movements changed. At this moment, the mother let out intermittent moans, like

the sound of pain in some part of her body. But I didn't feel any pain; instead, I felt an extraordinary gentleness,

making it incredibly soothing to hear. Those soft moans were like heavenly music, something I'll never forget. Years later, I also had women and heard that sound, but none were as alluring

as the one I heard from my mother .   The man pressed down hard, then pulled out high, moving on top of the mother like this. After more than a hundred such movements, the mother, who had been holding onto the man's hands and wrapping her legs around him even tighter, relaxed after only a few more thrusts. The man was still on top of her, continuing his movements . After about thirty more thrusts, he leaned forward, pressing his entire body against my mother's. As he thrust forward, my mother let out another soft gasp, and the two of them held each other tightly, breathing heavily.   After a few minutes, they stood up. My mother wiped her genitals with tissue, and the man asked her to help him, which she did. After they got dressed, they sat on my mother's chair and touched each other for a while before the man quietly left.   Just then, I heard my mother's high heels clicking on the floor and the sound of her putting down a cardboard box. I deliberately turned around, rubbing my eyes, and told my mother about my dream. My mother was dressed now, and she still looked so beautiful.

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