My Mother Married Me, Part 2, by OWL

My Mother Married for Me, Part 2

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⊥Like a train changing tracks, everything went completely out of order after that night.

My mother was raped.

⊥In front of me, my mother cried out in a hoarse voice, and those scenes, like scenes from purgatory, were etched
into my mind.

I was very tired, but I could never fall asleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, my mother's face contorted in pain, her fair and tender
breasts , her red eyes from crying, her long and slender legs... the gushing semen flowing between her legs... These images
alternated repeatedly in my mind, and anger mixed with a strange sense of excitement burned my heart.

The next day, I lay awake until dawn. My mother walked into the room expressionlessly and helped me to wash up.

I ate breakfast silently by myself. My mother didn't eat anything, but just sat on the sofa in the living room, staring straight
ahead.

My mother's eyes were swollen from crying, but her pale face only made her more beautiful.

A ponytail was tied behind my mother's back. She was wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt and straight-leg jeans.

The narrow t-shirt couldn't hide her full bust, and the jeans made her legs appear even
longer and . She wore black socks.

Normally, I would have been playfully teasing and joking with my mother, but from now on, I wouldn't be. My mother had been raped, and I had witnessed the entire incident .

This inexplicable and unresolved situation stood between my mother and me . 　　What could my mother say to me? 　　What could I say to my mother? 　　After breakfast, I went to the equipment room alone for my routine rehabilitation. I was exhausted, but for some reason, as if possessed, I did set after set, far exceeding my usual capacity. I don't know if two or three hours passed, but even the phone ringing several times sounded like mosquitoes buzzing . 　　I was immersed in the pleasure of self-destruction… 　　After taking a deep breath, I suddenly felt dizzy and fell out of the wheelchair. 　　Just as I was panting and trying to climb into my wheelchair, I suddenly heard the door open, followed by Old Man's voice. 　　"Xiaotong, why didn't you answer the phone? I've been thinking about you at the company..." 　　My insides felt like they were being clamped by some giant clamp. Ignoring the wheelchair, I crawled to the cabinet near the living room. There I saw Old Man sitting next to my mother, one arm around her, the other ruthlessly . My mother turned her face away, silently enduring it. 　　"Heh... I just did it a few hours ago, and now I miss your body so much..." He said, getting up to examine my mother closely. 　　"Are you so shy about being covered up? I've already done it to you, what's there to be shy about?" 　　He then pressed my mother down on the sofa, kissing her beautiful face and lips. My mother tried to dodge , but Old Man grabbed her cheek and shoved his dirty tongue into her mouth, sucking on it . Tears streamed down my mother's face. 　　He kissed his mother's fair neck, roughly caressing her breasts through her t-shirt. His mother endured it with her eyes closed. He grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, trying to pull it up, but she resisted by grabbing his glans. He lowered and licked her ten delicate fingers, forcefully pulling her t-shirt up to her neck. His mother's 　　soft breasts, covered by a pale yellow lace bra, were now exposed to the lewd middle-aged man's eyes 　　. 　　He ripped off her bra, and a pair of soft, white flesh sprang out. 　　Old Gu Tou's eyes lit up, his throat gurgling. "I've been with so many women, but I've never seen one so beautiful..." 　　He immediately grabbed the swaying breasts, kneading them with all ten fingers, and lowered his head to suckle at his mother's pink nipples. His mother bit her lip silently, enduring the pain. As he sucked on his mother's breasts, he mumbled , "One time yesterday wasn't enough. I took the drug today, so I need to do it at least a few more times to feel good." 　　While his left hand and mouth lingered on his mother's soft breasts, his right hand haphazardly pulled down his pants. 　　Old Gu Tou's strange penis was an even more bizarre color than yesterday. He stood up, dragged his mother to the ground to kneel, and placed his strange penis in front of her, saying, "Lick it." His mother turned her head away, biting her lower lip, and another hot tear rolled down her cheek. 　　The old man turned my mother's head and shouted, "Lick! Lick it for me!! Don't forget your crippled son !!" 　　The old man's sudden mention of me brought me back to my senses from my extreme confusion and infatuation. I saw my mother frowning, her eyes closed, her delicate little mouth already sticking out a bit of her tongue, slowly approaching that strange penis. I was about to speak, but an inexplicable desire overwhelmed my reason. Finally, Mom's tongue touched that disgusting glans . The old glans was so excited that his voice changed: "Yes...yes, take it in a little more...take it in a little more." The old glans closed his eyes and pressed Mom's head down with both hands. Mom slowly placed the entire glans on her tongue. Suddenly, the old glans thrust hard, and the whole thing went into Mom's mouth. Mom was startled by this sudden action. She pushed the old glans's thighs with both hands , but Mom's head was pressed tightly down. Her delicate nose was hidden in the old glans's pubic hair. The old glans trembled with pleasure. Mom hit the old glans hard. He released Mom's head, but still left half of his penis in Mom's mouth. Because it was piercing her throat, Mom's throat was twitching. Coupled with the stench of the old glans's strange penis, Mom felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. But the old glans pressed tightly against the back of Mom's head. The feeling of almost vomiting made Mom's face flush with pain, and saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth to the ground. 　　Seeing his mother like this, the old man started moving his hips, faster and faster. Half of his penis was going in and out of his mother's mouth, and her fair breasts bounced softly. The old man closed his eyes and breathed heavily, then suddenly thrust his entire penis into his mother's mouth and began to move in and out wildly. His mother made "woo woo..." sounds in pain, slapping the old man's penis with both hands. Saliva dripped more and more from the corners of her mouth. After a few minutes, the old man moved rhythmically, then pulled out his now somewhat limp penis and lay down on the sofa to rest.

Mom knelt on the ground and vomited, spitting out a large pool of white semen. Mom raised her head, and
some semen remained at the corner of her mouth.

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Mom wiped her mouth, stood up, picked up her clothes and was about to leave when Old Gu grabbed her from behind.
His hands just happened to grab Mom's breasts, and Old Gu took the opportunity to rub them. Mom twisted her body to resist:
"Go away...don't..."

Old Gu grinned lewdly and said, "Come on, keep resisting. The more you resist, the more excited I get." After saying that, he pushed Mom
down onto the sofa and pulled at Mom's jeans with both hands. Mom held on to the waistband and wouldn't let him take them off. Old Gu had a lot
of effort to take off Mom's jeans completely and threw them behind him. It turned out that Mom was wearing a pair of
dark black elastic pantyhose. Her slender and well-proportioned legs shone with a smooth and alluring light like black jade.

Mom moved back uncomfortably, bent her legs, and covered her crotch tightly with both hands.

Old Gu Tou stared, his eyes wide. Without a word, he grabbed his mother's two small feet, clad in black stockings, and put them in his mouth
. His mother tried to pull them back, but her ankles were held tightly, so she could only struggle and kick wildly. Old Gu
Tou savored his mother's delicious stockinged feet, drooling with satisfaction. He sucked on his mother's toes, making
"tsk tsk" sounds. Soon, his mother's toes glistened with a wet
sheen . Old Gu Tou stroked his mother's insteps, letting her soles rub against his face and nose, and
licked the soles of her feet with his tongue. Old Gu Tou's strange penis slowly began to harden again, and his glans began to leak
fluid. He grabbed his mother's right foot and licked her toes, soles, and insteps like he was licking ice cream.
Soon, his mother's foot was soaking wet.

The old man slowly licked upwards, down his mother's calf, down to her slightly pale knee. He lifted her left
leg and began licking and biting her calf, sucking hard on the soft flesh. Soon
, a circular saliva mark was left on her calf, and her soft calf swayed. He licked downwards,
on her full, soft thigh, pinching the alluring flesh with both hands. The old man sucked on the soft flesh of her inner
thigh . Her hands remained tightly guarding her groin. He tried to grab her hands, but she shook her head,
murmuring, "No...no."

The old man then reached for her breasts. She hugged her chest tightly, burying her head in her arms. "
Take your hands away..." the old man said hoarsely, his eyes red. But she just kept shaking her head and trembling,
curling up into a ball and sobbing.

Old Gu Tou quickly lost his patience, yanked Mom's hands away, and slapped her hard across
the face. Five finger marks immediately appeared on Mom's fair cheek, and tears streamed
down her face like a burst dam. Her hands were only resisting the demonic hand that was about to violate her breasts.

I wanted to kill Old Gu Tou immediately. I stood up, holding onto the cabinet, but immediately fell to the ground. I
quickly crawled to Old Gu Tou's side, clenched my fist, and punched him in the stomach: "Damn it! Stop right now!"

Old Gu Tou was stunned for a moment, clutching his stomach and curling up on the ground in pain. Seeing this, Mom immediately came over and hugged my
head. My head rested on Mom's soft breasts, and Mom's legs, clad only in black stockings
, were resting against my useless legs in shorts. Logically speaking, in my current state, even if a knife were plunged into my legs and I bled, I wouldn't feel
anything . But at this moment, I could clearly feel
waves of heat coming from Mom's stockinged thighs. The warm and smooth touch made my heart flutter. But the punch missed Old Turtle's
vitals Mom helped me to leave, Old Turtle swayed to his feet, quickly stepped forward,
kicked me in the back, and then slapped Mom to the ground.

I stumbled sideways, and Old Turtle stomped on my stomach. The pain almost made me faint; I
immediately vomited, and a wave of dizziness left me lying motionless on the floor.

"Pah!" Old Turtle spat. "Wasn't peeping enough? What else do you want, you piece of trash?"

He pulled Mom up and pushed her onto the sofa, tearing at her black stockings at the crotch with both hands. With a
ripping sound, a large hole appeared in the stockings.

Mom resisted fiercely, finally managing to break free from the old man's clutches. She ran over to me,
looking at : "Haohao!! Do you have any...?"
Before she could finish, the old man grabbed her, forcefully pressing her under his swollen, fleshy body, and slapped
her several times: "You motherfucker! You run away again!!!"

He ripped Mom's pale yellow lace panties aside, forcefully pushing his penis into her crotch, but
because her genitals were too dry, it wouldn't go in. He spat a few times under her crotch, picked up a nearby
pillow to elevate her hips, lifted her legs onto his shoulders, spread her labia,
rubbed his grotesque penis against the entrance, and suddenly thrust it in forcefully.

"No!!!! Get away!!! Ah!!!!!!!!!!" Tears streamed down Mom's face from the pain. She
tried to push away the old man's penis, but he held her tightly, forcing her to move backward.

"Fuck!!! Run away!!! Run away again!" The old man thrust angrily, his hands squeezing and kneading Mom's
breasts .

I lay on the ground, drool dripping from my mouth, watching this scene like a dazed person.

Mom was being raped again. The old man cruelly fucked her. Mom's beautiful legs, clad in black stockings
, swayed on his shoulders before falling limply to his arms, her toes curled tightly.

The old man fucked her faster and harder, the sound of his flesh slapping against Mom's
buttocks echoing throughout the room. Mom's breasts bounced rapidly.

Mom closed her eyes tightly in pain and turned her head away, helplessly being ravaged by this beastly man. The old
man had taken a drug and was unusually long-lasting. After 30 minutes, Mom's thighs had slid from her arms to her waist. The old man's
penis thrust harder and harder. Mom bit her lip, her body turning a pale pink, her areolas slowly swelling.

The old man leaned forward, grabbing one of Mom's breasts in each hand, kneading and squeezing them roughly, sucking on
her nipples while continuing to thrust. Mom's breasts and nipples were covered in filthy saliva.
Her body writhed, her hands weakly resisting.

The old man stood up, lifting her right leg high in front of his chest and resting it on his shoulder,
exposing . He knelt on her bent left leg and inserted his penis into her vagina. "Ah!!!!"

she screamed in pain. "Hehe, this feels good, doesn't it?" The old man continued to fuck her, his mouth roaming over
her black-stockinged legs, kissing them. Her breasts bounced rapidly. He was greatly excited,
thrusting intermittently into her genitals. With each thrust, her face contorted in pain
. After a while, he thrust hard into her genitals, pinching her buttocks, his body twitching
nervously , before ejaculating into her vagina.

He withdrew his penis, and a large pool of semen mixed with blood flowed from her swollen vulva,
forming a bizarre pattern on the red sofa.

Old Turtle Head took a few tissues and wiped his weird dick: "Phew...so good, you woman were
born to be fucked." He patted his mother's face. His mother was lying on the sofa, her hands covering her chest, her right leg dangling
off the sofa, her cheeks swollen, and she was silently shedding tears. "What are you crying for!" Old Turtle Head shouted in fright. His mother
was startled turned her head away, sobbing without saying a word.

"You'd better accept your fate sooner rather than later," Old Turtle Head said viciously, and glanced at me.

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Old Turtle Head left.

His mother was raped again in front of me.

I glanced at his mother. She was lying on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

I suddenly felt so tired, so very tired. My whole body felt like it had been thrown into the void of the universe.

In a daze, I felt a familiar fragrance surrounding me. I was being lifted up by a soft
object , and then I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I found myself lying in bed. I tried to sit up, but
I found that my whole body was in excruciating pain, so I had to give up and lie back down.

I turned my head and saw my mother staring blankly at me, tears streaming down her face. But rather than staring at me,
her gaze seemed to pierce through me as she looked at a point on the wall behind me. "Mom..." I called out. My mother
seemed startled, and when she realized it was me calling her, she hugged me and burst into tears. I held my mother tightly, closed my eyes
, and cried. I hated it all. I hated this world, I hated Old Turtle Head, I hated the car that caused the accident, I hated my grandmother's
heartlessness, I even hated my dead father. If he hadn't died so young, my mother and I wouldn't have ended up like
this .

"You're awake," my mother said with a forced smile. "Would you like something to eat?"

I looked out the window; it was already pitch black outside.

"I'm not hungry..." I said hoarsely. I just felt so much pain all over my body.

"No, you haven't eaten all day," my mother said, frowning. "Sweetie, at least eat something. I cooked
a pot of seafood porridge. I'll go get you a bowl."

My mother patted my head and went out to get the porridge.

I checked the time; it was 10:23 PM. I had slept for so long.

My mother's seafood porridge was my favorite, but thinking about what was to come,
how could I possibly eat anything, no matter how delicious it was?

I stared blankly at the bowl of porridge. My mother gently said, "Why aren't you eating? What are you staring at?"

"Mom… I…"

My throat tightened, and I couldn't say anything more.

"Haohao… Mom is sorry for you, and for your father, but for you… Mom can endure anything,"

my mother said slowly, her head bowed. "No… no… I don't want to…" Looking at my mother's still swollen cheeks,
I painfully closed my eyes. The thought of my mother becoming a toy for my old man's sexual gratification made me sob uncontrollably.

"Don't cry...don't cry, Hao Hao," Mom hugged me and said with tears in her eyes, "You are Mom's baby
, right...you are Mom's baby." Mom looked at me with teary eyes. "Yes..." I nodded, holding back my tears .
"Then everything Mom has done for you is worth it."

That night, the old turtle head did not...
Mom's beautiful body hugged me, but I did not feel excited at all.

(4)

I continued to do rehabilitation. I told Tamura that I had regained feeling in my legs. Tamura said that my leg condition was slowly
improving. Under his guidance, I miraculously stood up one day. This was more joyful than anything else for me . 　　In the days that followed, I improved to the point where I could walk slowly with crutches. I started thinking about going back to school, because from then on my mother and I would have to rely on me alone. I was determined to recover as well as possible. Once my legs were back to normal, I would immediately take my mother away from this awful place. 　　Although my mother was worried about me going back to school, I was soon able to walk on my own with crutches. With my insistence, my mother had no choice but to enroll me in a nearby private school. The school was less . I wanted to walk that short distance by myself, training my still weak legs as I went. But every day, my mother would ride her bike to take me to school. "Anyway, Mom has to go to work, so I'll give you a ride " 　　she would say. But I knew my mother was only saying that to protect my pride; she was always worried about me walking that distance alone. 　　I usually put my hands on the back handlebars when riding a motorcycle, but my mother specifically told me to hold on tight. So, I obediently wrapped my arms around her slender waist, inhaling the fragrance of her hair and the faint scent of her perfume. One time, I dozed off and woke up to find my hands resting between my mother's chest and abdomen. Through her suit jacket and white shirt, I could still clearly feel the soft lower edge of her breasts. From then on, I often changed positions to slowly move my hands between my mother's chest and abdomen. My mother was focused on riding the motorcycle, so I didn't dare to be too presumptuous. I could only carefully move my index finger to feel that soft weight. Several times, I got an erection and pressed it directly against my mother's soft buttocks, which were covered by her tight skirt. Occasionally, I couldn't help but rub against her a few times, and my breathing became . My mother would then turn her head and ask, "What's wrong, Hao Hao? Are you feeling unwell?"

It was actually too comfortable... but because it attracted my mother's attention, I didn't dare to try it
again .

Because of the tight skirt, my mother's long and beautiful legs were always exposed to passersby when I was riding my bike. Motorcycle riders nearby would always intentionally or unintentionally steal
glances my mother's legs. When there was a lot of traffic, I
saw people taking pictures of my mother's legs in front of me several times.

At this time, I would turn my head and glare fiercely at that person until he ran away.

(5)

Although life at school was hard, my classmates were generally nice to me, especially the girls.
Some confessed to me that it didn't matter if I had to walk with a cane for the rest of my life, and she was willing to take care of me for the rest of my life.

I didn't want to say anything, but this sentence really angered me.

Walking with a cane for the rest of my life...

could I be a useless person for the rest of my life and let my mother live in hell forever? How long is a lifetime?
Can a woman like her, who is inexperienced in the world and has been pampered since childhood, understand?
Can she understand ?

My pent-up anger exploded instantly. I swung my cane at her head, but she
dodged it, and I fell to the ground. I lay there, still roaring and cursing.

I could only hear her footsteps as she ran away and the faint sound of her sobbing.

Although the fall hurt, I was used to it.

Because when I got home, something even more heartbreaking was about to happen.

Old Turtle would come every few days, at unpredictable times, so if I got home early, I secretly
hoped that Old Turtle would be hit by a car and die on the road, never to appear before my mother and me again.

Sometimes, when I didn't see my mom after class, I would sit on the railing and wait for her, hoping that the familiar
sound of her motorcycle would ring out in the next minute, and that I would see her smiling and saying, "I'm sorry, Mom had to work late today."

But after waiting for 40 minutes, I called her on her cell phone, but no one
answered . So I had to walk home step by step with my cane. When I opened the door, the house was pitch black. Just as I was completely confused,
I heard faint sobbing coming from my mom's room: "Waaah...waaah...waaah...don't do this...don't...no...waaah..."

"...Please...please let me go...please...uh...uh..."

My mother's voice was muffled, something sealed her mouth. I didn't want to think about it anymore.

The room was extremely quiet. My mother's painful groans and the violent sounds of the impact relentlessly
tore until I was numb.

I felt the outline of my body expanding, then shrinking, then expanding again...and shrinking again...

I stood quietly in the entryway, the setting sun behind me casting a long shadow. If I could, I would really want
to switch places with that shadow. "Just for one day, you be me, and I'll be the shadow, how about that?"

I said to my shadow. Even though the old turtle didn't stay overnight, my mother still... I was too scared to sleep in my own room
, so my mother and I slept in the same bed every night. Occasionally, my mother would wake up in the middle of the night, startled, and then sob
softly .

Gradually, I felt like my time was being folded up. One second I was standing in the entryway, and the next I was in
the classroom. I didn't know what I was doing in between; I couldn't remember no matter how hard I tried.

Sometimes, there would be overlapping moments. For example, when I was in class, I would hear my mother's painful cries.
At that moment, I would clutch my head tightly, as if I wanted to crush it.

The next second, I would be pushed to the ground, and several male classmates would be trampling on me. When I came to my senses, I would yell
, "Why are you hitting me?!!!!"

I would only hear several...

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