The Charming Mother of the Small Town (1) Author: Wild Little Brother

Author: Wild Little Brother
Word Count: 4600

Chapter 1: I was born in a small southern town in the 1990s, a quiet and beautiful ancient
town . The town wasn't large, but it had all the necessary facilities. This place witnessed the prosperity of reform and opening up,
but at the same time, many state-owned enterprises went bankrupt one after another. Employees who used to work in state-owned factories or enterprises were laid off
, and my parents were no exception. My father was originally a workshop director in a factory. Due to
the , state-owned factories ultimately couldn't withstand the competition and went bankrupt after struggling for half a year. My father
was forced to lose his job. To support his family, he went to work in another factory workshop, working from dawn till dusk. He spent most of
his day at the factory and rarely went home. Due to the collapse of state-owned enterprises, the beautiful
southern town also appeared dilapidated. Most of the factory buildings and structures in the town were built in the 1960s and 70s and
looked somewhat old. The collapse of state-owned enterprises led to a large number of unemployed people in society. With
the economy still unstable, businesses, copper and iron dealers, casino operators, loan sharks, and
gangs extorting protection money roamed freely. This environment was a breeding ground for crime, with robberies, thefts, rapes,
murders, and other crimes rampant. Many people left the town to seek their fortunes elsewhere.
Our family stayed because my parents grew up in this town; it
felt like our home. Although the town has changed, my memories remain of those childhood days when
I would catch dragonflies with my friends after school, eat street food, and be extorted by older students.

The story begins in the summer when I was ten. At that time, my father was still working tirelessly in the factory
, rarely coming home. My mother ran a small general store. Because she was
business- , she also rented out a shop and a small apartment of about 50 square meters in the town. So
our family was doing fairly well. Although life was tough, our bank savings were gradually increasing.
My mother was very beautiful. She was only 35 years old that year, and because she loved beauty, she took good care of herself and looked
very young. She had fair skin, an oval face, and a high bust. She had beautiful long, flowing hair and large
, charming eyes. Although she was getting older, she had a mature woman's charm. My mother was a great
beauty when she was young, and many people in the town pursued her.

That summer, the weather was very hot and humid, and my mother closed the shop early. After dinner,
there weren't many places to take a walk in town. There was a park on the south side of town, where people of all ages would go to cool off in the summer evenings
. My mother held my little hand and we walked and walked. When we reached the center of the park,
there was a large dance floor. Many women and elderly men were dancing there. My mother was a woman who loved beauty very much. To
maintain her good figure, she would do aerobics with her friends downstairs every evening after dinner. Today,
because she was going for a walk with me, she didn't do it. Seeing how enthusiastically they danced, Mom's own desire to dance was
awakened. She gave me a few words of advice not to cause trouble, then joined the dance. That day,
Mom wore a white, low-cut, tight-fitting short-sleeved top and denim shorts.
Her fair neck and arms were exposed. She had a certain voluptuous sex appeal, like a Western woman; her waist was slender, but her buttocks were very shapely. The tight denim shorts
made me want to reach out and touch them. After watching Mom dance for a while, I got bored and
started playing with the cicadas the little boy next to me had caught. Time passed by unnoticed. The sky gradually darkened. Just as
I was about to kill the tenth cicada... Suddenly, a hand grabbed me. The force was surprisingly strong, startling me
. I looked up and saw it was my mother. Because of the heat and
the sweat transparent.
Her deep cleavage was clearly visible. The transparent fabric clung tightly to her high breasts, her
full nipples protruding clearly. What was wrong with Mom? She pulled me away from the park quickly.

On the way home, she walked very fast. I could barely keep up; she seemed
very anxious, constantly looking back. I was very confused. What was wrong with her?
"Mom, what's wrong? Why are you walking so fast?" Mom didn't answer. "Mom, Mom, what's wrong?
Tell me!" I kept asking her, until she finally
told me. It turned out that while Mom was dancing, two hooligans wanted her to drink with them and go dancing at a dance hall.
Of course, Mom refused. They wouldn't let it go, and even started groping her. Mom was terrified and
had no choice. The park was full of quiet people who didn't dare intervene. Mom had no choice but to grab me and run
away. Oh, that's what happened. It wasn't a big deal. Mom still held my hand and walked quickly. When we
were almost home, my shoelace came undone. As I squatted down to tie it, I saw two dark figures
flash by at the street corner. Of course, I didn't think much of it. I didn't tell Mom. After all, I'm only ten years old. But this was
the biggest mistake I've ever made in my life.

When we got home, Mom relaxed. She changed into her nightgown and started watching TV. I did my homework in
the living room . Time passed by unnoticed. Around nine o'clock, I got sleepy,
told Mom, and went to bed in my bedroom. Mom was still watching TV in her bedroom.
I don't know how much time passed before I was woken up by a series of voices. My family lived
in an old-style apartment building, allocated by my dad's factory. One of my bedroom windows faced the hallway, so we could usually see
people going up and down the stairs. My mom had installed a curtain in my window. Through the curtain, I saw two huge
figures. My heart tightened instantly. There wasn't a single light in the room; it seemed my mom was asleep. Who could be
outside ?

"Damn it. Unlock the door for me, hurry up!"

"Damn it, if you can do it, then do it. If you can't, don't talk nonsense. You think unlocking is easy?" "

Keep your voice down. If you wake us up, things will get complicated tonight. Hurry up. I've been holding back all night. I'll have
a good ."

"That slut's got me all fired up. I really want to fuck her."

"Then hurry up and unlock it!"

My palms were sweating. My heart was pounding. These two were thieves.

"I'll take care of the little brat. You take care of the slut. Be quick!"

Just as I was about to yell "Stop thief!", a pair of large, powerful hands covered my mouth. The force was
so great that it almost pressed my mouth into my face. I couldn't even fart anymore. I kicked and thrashed,
but those hands seemed to have endless strength. They lifted me up in an instant. My legs were kicking wildly in the air, and in
the darkness I couldn't see what was happening to me. In the pitch black, my mother's
screams and the sounds of fighting came from her bedroom. Then, it stopped abruptly. There was no sound in the darkness. It was eerily quiet. "Snap!"
The transition from darkness to light. My eyes were immediately covered by a white light. My blurry vision gradually cleared,
and I was being carried by a fat, pig-headed, white-haired man. This guy was the ugliest
person I had ever seen. Small, triangular eyes, a buzz cut, and a huge, gaping belly—it couldn't even be called a belly. His
belt was useless now, tied around his lower abdomen. Although he had
the physique of a middle-aged bureau-level leader, he didn't have the face. His face was full of fat, clearly not a good person. He dragged me into
my mother 's bedroom. My mother was wearing a revealing, semi-transparent nightgown, her smooth thighs and deep cleavage exposed to the air
. A rag was stuffed into my mother's mouth. A dark-skinned fat man tightly gripped my mother's hands.
My mother's thighs were kicking wildly. When she saw the fat man carrying me in, my mother stopped moving.

"Hello there. You slut, we meet again. Haha. Did you miss us? Wearing
such revealing pajamas."

"Mmm..." Since Mom's mouth was stuffed with a rag, I guessed she was berating
the .

"Let's talk about something. Like we did in the park today. But if we take the rag
out of your mouth and you start yelling like a madwoman, don't blame me for being harsh with your son!" He
lightly patted my head. Mom gave me a pained look and nodded.

The fat man started rattling off, saying things I didn't quite understand. Basically, he meant Mom had to
make his two sons happy tonight. I thought, "That's nothing, maybe they want to play a game with Mom." But at ten years old,
I didn't know the true meaning of "happy." After Mom understood what he meant, she almost
fell to the ground. The fat man immediately caught her and gave her plump, round buttocks a hard
grope . My mother, regaining her composure, angrily said, "Impossible!" "Since that's the case, then your son's in for
a ," the fat man said with a forced smile, before slapping me hard across the face. Half my cheek immediately swelled
up, but strangely, in that lewd atmosphere, I couldn't cry. I just stared blankly at
my mother. She visibly trembled when she saw me get slapped. She looked up at me with a complicated
expression . "Please, let us go." "Let you go? I came here for nothing tonight?
I came here to fuck people! Damn it!" he said, raising his hand again. Just as another loud slap was about to hit my cheek
, "Wait, don't hit my son!" My mother looked at me with tears in her eyes,
unable to look at those two disgusting fat men. "I promise you," my mother said, biting her lip, two long tears
sliding down her cheek. "Haha, good, good," the pig-headed fat man grinned. "But not here,
let's go out, or let my son go downstairs," Mom said, blushing. "Do you think we're stupid? What if we run into your acquaintances or relatives
on the street ? That would be troublesome. What if your son leaves and goes to call for help?
Are we going to get beaten up in your house?" "Besides, your son is so young. What does he know about
fucking? I'm going to fuck you in your slut's bed today. Damn it." "Brother, why don't we put
the little brat in his own bedroom? It's no good here. We won't have a good time." "Fine. I'll listen to you,
kid." Fatty, with his big belly sticking out, grabbed me with one hand and walked out of Mom's bedroom. As Mom's bedroom door
slowly closed, I saw Mom's expression—a mixture of humiliation, helplessness, and pity for me.
The door was closed. The living room was dark again, with only
the dim yellow light from Mom's bedroom door remaining.

In that environment, how could I just lie on the bed? What were Mom and the others doing in the bedroom?
My curiosity soared like a rocket. Mom's bedroom door was an old-fashioned wooden door with
many cracks, but Dad had sealed them up with tape. Sometimes, Mom and Dad would hide in the bedroom
and wouldn't let me in to play. The wooden door wasn't very soundproof, so I could roughly hear what was going on inside
. Now I pressed my ear against Mom's door, carefully listening to the sounds inside.
First, I heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled. Then there were some noises. Then I heard people talking. "Slut, hurry up and
take off your clothes. What are you standing there for? I'm still holding my dick and waiting!" "Damn, big brother, look at these
big tits, your nipples. Touch them, they feel so fucking amazing. Fuck." "So soft. So white, let me lick them,
let me lick them, why are you dodging? Don't move." "Tsk tsk tsk tsk..." "Little Fatty, hurry up and take
off this little slut's panties. Let the two of us see your big fat cunt." Please. Let me go. No, no...
"

Damn, these legs are enough to play with all night. Haha."

"Wow, really good. Damn, your dick is fucking big tonight! Bigger than when you're fucking prostitutes
!"

"Of course, tonight I'm fucking someone's mother! Haha, awesome."

Although I couldn't understand what they were saying. But my heart was pounding incredibly fast, my hands and feet were starting to
tremble and go numb, and I became unusually excited, desperate to rush in and see what they were doing.
My ears and face were burning hot. There was an indescribable throbbing pain in my lower abdomen. The discomfort was
beyond words.

"Quick. Give me a blowjob first, this big fat cunt is really nice. Look at this big white ass. Ah…so good,
that little mouth is fucking amazing. Tight. Hot…you try it later."

"No, no...please...uh...uh...uh..." It seemed like something was stuffed into Mom's mouth. Why were
they stuffing the towel into Mom's mouth again? I was curious. "Brother, this slut's nipples are hard, fuck
her. She was pretending to be innocent in the 　　park 　　earlier." "

Don't just lick her tits, lick her big fat cunt. That way she'll come faster

. Idiot. " "Uh...u ... I was scratching my head, listening intently from outside. The sound seemed to have a magical power, drawing me in. I almost wanted to break the door open to hear it. That night, I changed; my memories of the small town were no longer so pure. 　　"Fuck...fuck you to death...is my dick big? Does it feel good to fuck your cunt? Fuck your mother. 　　Serves you right for not going to the bar with us. Serves you right for not going. Fuck you to death...oh oh oh... 　　" "Slap slap slap slap slap...oh oh oh." "Ah...I'm going to cum. I 'm going to cum...cum inside your cunt...ahh ... 　　"Hurry up and blow it out for me. I want to taste your big, fat cunt too...take it deeper... yes, yes, yes...oh...so good...faster...oh oh oh oh oh." 　　"Swallow it. I want you to eat my semen. Damn it." 　　A brief silence returned to my mother's bedroom. After a while, the familiar voice rang out again. Because I couldn't see anything, I could only hear, and my interest gradually waned. I lay down on my own bed. I could still faintly hear sounds from my mother's bedroom next door, filled with exhaustion. I fell into a deep sleep. 　　This is my first time writing. I wrote it three times in total. The first time I tried to publish it on my phone, it wouldn't work. The second time I uploaded it, only the first paragraph was uploaded. The third time I finally finished the first chapter. My writing isn't very good. Please bear with it. The second chapter is currently being conceived.

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