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Chapter 1 Drugged Rape After Drinking

In mid-November, sandstorms swept across the northern sky, accompanied by a large-scale
drop in temperature. Unlike the south, the north often experiences sub-zero temperatures in winter, requiring heating, and centralized
heating is currently the most widely used method. If the boiler operator for centralized heating is skilled, and one
lives in a dormitory or community, one can practically wear only underwear at night. People therefore dislike
going out and prefer to stay home, and I am no exception.

I just entered the second year of junior high school this September. My teacher said this is a crucial year, and I must
study hard, otherwise I will fall behind in the final year of junior high. My mother is 40 years old and also a
junior high school teacher. She is usually serious and dignified in class, and while she is strict with me,
she also often reveals her maternal tenderness.

My father was quite talented in his youth, but somewhat timid. He often vehemently criticized the political
system , yet he couldn't navigate the complexities of society. Now in his forties, he's accomplished nothing,
working as a low-level clerk in the county's construction bureau. He's also addicted to gambling, but his skills are terrible, leaving him with a mountain of debt. As a result,
uncles who come to collect his gambling debts frequently visit our house, arriving in the morning and staying until night. My father is
often too scared to go home, leaving my mother to deal with them alone.

One day, I came home from school and saw three debt collectors sitting on the sofa smoking, while my mother
poured them tea. The three were construction foremen, surnamed Wang, Liu, and Jiang. I
couldn't remember they were all in their fifties, pot-bellied, and balding—typical "Mediterranean"
hairlines. Their restless eyes kept glancing at my mother's swaying hips.

After greeting them, I went back to my bedroom. These three uncles are frequent visitors to my home.
Although my mother treats them kindly, serving them tea and water, she
always admonishes me to study hard and not become like them—over 50 years old, relying on nepotism for a living
, with vulgar language and low cultural literacy. She also often tells my father not to associate with them too much and to take care of
his health , lest he grow old like them, with potbellies and
teeth stained yellow from cigarette smoke.

That night, my father, having received the news, didn't dare go home and squeezed into a bed with the old gatekeeper at his workplace. My
mother had no choice but to cook and keep the three uncles company. The three shameless old men kept insisting on drinking, so my mother
had to tell me to go back to my room to do my homework while she drank with them.

At 9 pm, the noisy old men in the dining room suddenly stopped, which puzzled me, so I
opened a crack to peek into the dining room.

In the dining room, my mother lay reclining on a chair, her face flushed. Her large, mature breasts rose and fell with her breath,
her hair cascading over her shoulders. Her snow-white thighs rested on the chair legs, spread wide on either side.

The room was warm from the central heating, and my mother was wearing a loose-fitting housewife's dress without
trousers. Her inner thighs were clearly visible to the three equally drunk, pot-bellied old men opposite
her .

Moreover, to keep her vagina dry, she wasn't wearing underwear. Her deep red
vulva, between her thighs, opened and closed as if breathing, surrounded by thick, dark pubic hair. No wonder the
three foremen stared.

My mother, having been forced to drink too much by the three men, showed no signs of waking up. Instead, her body was flushed from
the alcohol , and her small hands unbuttoned the only button on her dress.
She wasn't wearing a bra underneath either, and her large, mature breasts were half-hidden, seemingly about to burst out of
her clothes and be displayed to the three middle-aged foremen opposite her.

Old Wang said to the two men next to him, "That kid's wife is really pretty. Look at those breasts, so big and round,
I really want to suck them."

Foreman Liu chimed in, "Yeah, look at this slut, her little hole is showing, and the color of her flesh
down there is no different from those prostitutes outside, except the flesh is so fat and big. If I touched it a couple of times
..."

I thought to myself, "That bastard, comparing my mom to a prostitute outside, just wait until my dad gets back and sees how he deals with
you guys ."

Old Jiang, who had drunk the most and was also the most overweight, rolled his eyes and said, "Anyway, that
brat is hiding outside tonight and doesn't dare to come back. Let's sleep with his wife, consider it paying off his debt, brothers,
what do you say?"

The three drunken old men looked at each other, and Old Wang said, "Okay, that slut was wiggling her big ass
when , I've wanted to fuck her for a long time." Old Liu also nodded.

Foreman Jiang then said, "Let's play rock-paper-scissors. Whoever wins goes first, the rest of you go wait in the living room."

Old Wang went first, then Old Jiang, and finally Old Liu. Old Jiang and Old Liu reluctantly watched as my mother
, her mature, alluring body swaying unsteadily, went to the living room.

My mother was still fast asleep, her large eyelashes fluttering with her breath, unaware that she was about to be
gang-raped by three filthy old men besides her husband.

Old Wang impatiently picked my mother up from the chair and carried her to my parents' bedroom. My wardrobe
happened to be connected to my parents'
wardrobe a small gap into my parents' bedroom.

I saw Old Wang throw my mother onto the soft bed, take off his filthy, unrecognizable
sweater, pull down his lime-stained pants, and finally remove his dark green underwear
, leaving him only in gray socks.

Old Wang's penis was already erect, pointing high at my mother. Thick veins coiled around it like snakes, and
every inch of the purplish-red glans was engorged with blood. His swollen scrotum contained billions of sperm, ready to be ejaculated
deep into my mother's uterus. Perhaps because he hadn't showered in a long time, Old Wang was covered in mud and grime, and his mouth
still bore the grease from his meal. Even I, peeking from inside the closet, could smell the foul odor that only
genitals emit after a long period of neglect.

My mother usually looked down on Old Wang, but now she was about to be ridden by him. Just thinking about
the show me a little excited.

Old Wang forcefully ripped off the only dress my mother was wearing, and his fat, hairy legs knelt on the bed.
His dirty, dark hands grabbed my mother's large breasts. My mother's breasts seemed to know what was about to happen
; their already large, deep red areolas swelled even more, and her nipples began to erect and tremble slightly.

These were the sacred breasts that had nourished me when I was a child, and now they were exposed to a dirty,
fat old man.

At this moment, Old Wang bent down and began to lick my mother's nipples with his greasy mouth. Old Wang's deep red
anus was also exposed to the air, equally filthy. Below his anus was his scrotum, which moved rhythmically, and his
penis pressed against my mother's snow-white thigh.

A still-attractive woman lay on the bed, her face flushed, her hands limply at her sides. Her long, glossy
black hair was pressed under the bed. Her body, usually well-maintained and in perfect shape, was now
pinned down by a balding, obese middle-aged man, well past fifty. The man's dark yellow fat rippled with each
lick, a disgusting sight that contrasted sharply with my mother's pristine white skin. His
large, black hands, stained with food grease and blackened with some unknown substance under his fingernails, groped my mother's smooth, delicate body
.

…After Old Wang's licking, my mother's nipples were fully erect, and
the areolas, slightly higher than her white breasts, had enlarged further. Her breasts were covered in the grease from Old Wang's mouth and the middle-aged man's filthy
saliva, contrasting sharply with the white of his head under the light.

Old Wang then placed his rough, black hands on my mother's breasts, forcefully squeezing the
sacred breasts that had once nurtured me. Under Old Wang's large hands, a pair of snow-white, soft breasts were squeezed into various
shapes, and the thick hair on the back of Old Wang's hands stood up because of this stimulating scene.

I was anxiously waiting in the closet to call my father, but because the phone was in the living room, and Old Liu
and Old Jiang were also there, I couldn't go out. I could only watch helplessly and decide what to do next.

At this moment, my mother's pink lips suddenly opened, and she made a soft "hmm" sound. Old Wang seemed to be
infected by the seductive woman's moan, and the glans on my mother's thigh grew even larger. His large hands moved away from my mother's breasts, which were covered in
grease and saliva, and touched my mother's sacred place, the place where I was born. Because Old Wang
was touching my mother's body, her small vulva
, nestled among her dark pubic hair, was already somewhat moist. Between two dark, fleshy mounds of flesh was a protruding, dark, bean-sized piece of flesh.

Old Wang held one side of each of my mother's mounds of flesh with both hands, his dark fingernails digging deep into her vulva,
prying it open. The flesh was peeled back, revealing a clitoris with pinkish
, tender flesh inside. On top of the clitoris was a small, bulging piece of flesh—my mother's clitoral glans. The clitoris opened and closed,
containing a small amount of white, sticky fluid. Old Wang inserted two fingers of his right hand into my mother's clitoris and quickly stirred them
inside .

My mother seemed to sense the abnormality in her lower body and let out a soft moan. Old Wang, however, completely ignored my mother. Ignoring
the food and grease on his fingers, he pinched my mother's clitoris with his left thumb and forefinger and rubbed it heavily, causing
the bean-sized piece of flesh to turn bright red. After a while, Old Wang bent down again and began sucking
on my mother's vulva. My mother started moaning softly, but she didn't wake up yet.

After a few sucks, Old Wang lifted his fat body, his knees pressing against my mother's thighs, his right hand holding his
bright red penis, aiming the glans at my mother's vagina, which was revealing pink flesh inside. He took a breath, thrust
his large buttocks forward, and pushed into my mother's body.

My mother screamed the moment Old Wang entered, but she still didn't wake up.
How much alcohol did these three shameless old men give my mother? I wondered. At this moment, the redness on my mother's face
didn't fade; instead, it became even more alluring. Her eyes were tightly closed, her breathing rapid, and her breasts, covered in saliva
, moved with her breath. Her slightly flabby belly swayed with Old Wang's slow thrusts.

The old man thrust his buttocks forcefully, the fat on his buttocks trembling excitedly, as if he was
excited to have sex with such a respectable woman who had given birth. The old man's penis moved in and out of my mother's vagina, the hard
glans rubbing against her soft vagina, which tightly enveloped his thick, fleshy
genitals.

Then, he placed his hands back on her breasts, and her entire milky-white body
trembled with the powerful thrusts of his penis. Her small hands involuntarily grasped the sparse hair
on either side of his head, trying to reduce the impact. Her two delicate, translucent legs
trembled incessantly. Her vagina began to secrete fluid, which smeared around her vagina and thighs with each
thrust .

And so, Old Wang, using the most ordinary sex position, thrust in and out of
my mother's body like he was playing with a prostitute. His dark back was glistening with sweat from the constant piston-like movements. His large hands kneaded
my mother's large breasts, and he would occasionally bend down to lick her body with his tongue. My mother's skin shone
even brighter from Old Wang's saliva. Her legs, no longer kicking wildly, were wrapped around Old Wang's thick,
powerful a few beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Suddenly, Old Wang increased the speed of his thrusts; because of his intoxication, he might not be able to hold on much longer. Sure enough, Old Wang felt
the tingling sensation at the tip of his penis growing stronger. The stimulation of his penis enveloped by the moist, narrow vagina, along with the stimulation of her
breasts rushed to his brain simultaneously. So he thrust his hips forward forcefully, his hands holding my mother's fair
back, his dark, muscular chest with a few chest hairs pressing against my mother's trembling breasts.
Countless , finally spraying from the urethra into my mother's uterus. The viscous
semen of the middle-aged man spread everywhere, searching for the eggs undergoing meiosis. My mother's vagina clenched even tighter, the
clitoris contracting forcefully around the penis, absorbing the semen sprayed from a penis other than her husband's.

Having not been with a woman for a long time, and perhaps because this was his first time with a married woman, Old Wang ejaculated twice
as much as usual , lasting for several tens of seconds before stopping. He withdrew somewhat reluctantly, his penis slightly limp.
His still-large, glistening penis, glistening with female secretions, slumped onto
the bed where only my parents usually lay. His large, hairy, dark hands continued to knead my mother's breasts, his penis pressed against her
equally fat and strong thighs. His round, bulging belly bobbed up and down, sweat dripping
onto the sheets, coagulating the old man's filth.

My mother lay sprawled on the bed, her legs spread, her belly heaving, her body covered in Old Wang's saliva and her own sweat .
Her pubic hair was matted with a sticky fluid from their intercourse, clumps of which were
unclear . Her vagina, surrounded by his penis, wasn't fully closed from being filled,
leaving several clumps of thick semen that oozed out and dripped down her slippery thighs onto the sheets.

Having rested enough, Old Wang wanted to go again, but Old Jiang, who drew second place,
couldn't wait and opened the bedroom door. "Get out of here when you're done. I already took care of myself outside," Old Jiang
said, frowning.

"What's the rush? This slut isn't going to wake up anyway. Her husband is probably hiding somewhere and won't come out.
Their precious son is already asleep. How would he know that his slutty mother is being gang-raped next door?"

Old Wang said, slowly putting on the sweaty, sour-smelling clothes that had fallen to the floor and walking out. Old Jiang quickly closed the door, took off the clothes he was wearing, and kicked off the dirty , urine-smelling underwear

that had already been pulled down to his ankles .
Old Jiang was the most overweight of the three, and with his long hours
working shirtless on the construction site in the summer, his beard looked like it hadn't been shaved in ages. He reminded me of Zhang Fei from the Three Kingdoms and
Li Kui from the Water Margin. He reeked of male stench, his skin almost black, and his arms
and thighs were covered in layers of flabby flesh. I compared his arms to my mother's thighs; his arms were even thicker.

Like Old Wang, Old Jiang was someone my mother looked down on the most. She always said, "What woman would like such an unhygienic man,
all black and dirty, and so fat?" But she never imagined that today she
would be so easily humiliated by the kind of old man she despised, having his filthy, large penis inserted into her private parts, which she usually washed extra carefully when
showering .

Old Jiang stood upright in front of the bed, his hairy penis pointing straight at my mother. His scrotum was
partially hidden by thick pubic hair, and the dark red folds in his scrotum
were filled with filth from not showering for so long. His penis was as black as his skin, though with a dark purple tinge. The glans,
breaking through the foreskin, gleamed, like a venomous snake ready to plunge into my mother's soft body.

My mother remained unconscious on the bed, her legs spread wide in a V-shape from the intercourse.
She snow-white breasts now bearing red marks from Old Wang's handling
. Her pubic hair was covered in an unknown mixture of fluids, and the labia of her swollen, engorged
vagina remained engorged with blood from the forceful thrusting, as if awaiting the next round of penetration. A thick, milky-white fluid continuously oozed from her slightly parted
vaginal opening—undoubtedly the thick semen Old Wang had ejaculated inside her.

So much semen...wouldn't my mother give me a younger brother or sister? If so, wouldn't Old Wang be another
father ? Old Jiang wasn't in the mood for that. "Damn it, that idiot Old Wang, he's made this cunt
so dirty, how am I supposed to ride it?"

He thought to himself, "You haven't showered in months, I can smell your stench in the closet, and you dare say
my mom is dirty." As he spoke, Old Jiang pulled out some tissues from the bedside table and wiped
the liquid . He then inserted the tissues into her vagina, trying to clean away the semen inside, causing my mom to gasp for breath.

After wiping, Old Jiang turned my mom over, making her face pressed against the bed, her body arched, her legs kneeling on
the bed , seemingly intending to put
her in a doggy style position. Because my mom was kneeling on the bed, her dark red anus was naturally exposed, and below the anus was the plump, cunt that the old man had been dreaming of. Also
exposed to the middle-aged man's eyes in the doggy style position, the dark opening opened and closed as if breathing
. Because of the weight of her breasts, which sagged like two fleshy balls, Old Jiang's penis, positioned below his abdomen,
grew even thicker, the glans already the size of an egg.

Could my mother handle such a large glans? I worried inwardly. Old Jiang placed his large hand
on my mother's white, tender buttocks, like a withered tree trunk rising from the snow. After stabilizing her buttocks, he
twisted his hips, placing the glans between her labia. His already swollen and hard glans rubbed against
the tender flesh of her vulva a few times before slowly inserting halfway. My mother let out a soft moan, as if protesting that the inserted
glans was too large to bear. But Old Jiang ignored her, continuing to penetrate until his dark, hairy
thighs touched my mother's snow-white thighs. From inside the wardrobe, I could clearly see
the point where my mother and Old Jiang were joined; the pink flesh of her vulva gripped Old Jiang's thick, dark penis tightly.

Because of the heating, the house was warm inside and cold outside, so the
windows poor air circulation. Normally it wouldn't be so bad, but now, I could smell
semen and genital secretions even in the closet. This smell might normally be nauseating, but for
someone having sex, it's a powerful catalyst. Old Jiang probably smelled this,
and suddenly like a bull in heat, he began violently rocking his hips back and forth, his penis rapidly
thrusting in and out of my mother's opening vagina.

Not finding it stimulating enough, Old Jiang suddenly raised his hands and slapped my mother's snow-white buttocks hard.
Five red finger marks immediately appeared on her smooth skin, and with each slap, my mother's buttocks gradually became
red . Her vagina contracted due to the violent slaps. This gripped her very well,
and Old Jiang couldn't help but let out a cry.

Old Jiang thrust his hips forward and backward into my mother's vagina for a while, then ejaculated his thick semen into
her uterus.

Afterwards, Old Liu also ejaculated a thick stream of semen inside my mother.

The three of them then filed into my mother's bedroom, climbed onto the bed together, and began their second round of release.
They had a clear division of labor: one man's penis was inserted into my mother's vagina, another into
her mouth , and the third held my mother's soft, white hand and masturbated his somewhat limp penis.

After one of them ejaculated his thick, sticky semen into my mother's vagina, the three of them took turns. Their
hands were mostly busy, kneading my mother's white breasts and large buttocks, and frequently
slapping her buttocks, breasts, and thighs with their rough hands.

The older men became increasingly vigorous; at this point, my mother's vagina was either inserted with a penis or open,
leaking milky white semen. They stopped ejaculating inside her vagina and instead
ejaculated their thick semen onto my mother's face, breasts, stomach, and back.

It wasn't until late at night that the men rested at my house for a while, naked, each pinching my mother's plump
buttocks . Old Wang even took out his phone and
took pictures of my mother covered in semen, her wide-open vagina constantly leaking semen, before they left, satisfied.

I, because I had class the next day, simply fell asleep in the closet. The next morning,
when I woke up, I rushed into my mother's bedroom, only to find it empty and the sheets changed.

The room was also free of the lingering, erotic smell of the previous night's intense sexual encounter.

I went into the dining room, and my mother, dressed in new clothes, brought breakfast out of the kitchen, saying, "Come and eat,
then hurry to school. I have a cold and am feeling a bit unwell, so I'm taking a day off to rest at home."

I feigned concern and asked, "Mom, are you alright? Should I go with you to the doctor?"

Little did my mother know that her precious son had witnessed her being gang-raped by three men the previous day,
and she said with a happy expression, "Ha, my son knows how to care for people now. It's alright, it's alright, Mom will just
rest at home."

Rest? More like digesting the semen of those old men flowing through her body. Afterward, I finished
breakfast , grabbed my backpack, and went to school.

When we arrived at school, my good friend Du Wei mysteriously approached me and said, "A-Tong, I have something good to show
you. Come to the toilet with me after class."

Chapter Two: Springtime at the Winter Construction Site

. "The old drunkard's intention is not in the wine, but in the scenery of mountains and rivers. This is the central idea of this ancient text
. Remember it well!" The first class was Chinese. The teacher was lecturing with all his might, but my mind was completely
elsewhere. Du Wei and I lived in the same alley. He was a notorious pervert in our class, always
telling dirty jokes he'd gotten from who-knows-where to the boys. Occasionally, he'd pull out his latest phone to show everyone the
Japanese AV videos he'd just downloaded or some suggestive photos. Most of the boys in our class first learned about the "
Edison Chen photo scandal" from his phone.

"He must have shown me some AV videos again. But why didn't he show them
to ? Why did he have to be so mysterious and tell me? Could it be that the photos of my mom taken by Lao Wang and his friends have already
reached him?" My palms were sweating, and I waited anxiously for the end of class.

After class, Du Wei took me to the toilets on the playground. Since the first two periods weren't for
PE , the toilets were empty. Once inside, Du Wei took out his phone and
showed me a photo. The photo clearly showed a woman, her face obscured, kneeling on a bed. Her slender, white
arms were supporting her weight, her face down. Her beautiful long hair was
being held . The man's strong, muscular legs were slightly bent, and he was squatting on the bed. From the photo
, it was vaguely visible that his penis was inserted into the woman's vagina.

My first impression of this photo was that of a strong Mongolian man riding a snow-white
pony across the grasslands. The "snow-white pony" was actually a woman with fair skin, the "green
grassland " was a simple cot, and the so-called "riding" was a middle-aged man
thrusting into the woman's vagina in a doggy-style position. The woman was quite voluptuous yet slender, with fair
skin that looked tender and smooth, suggesting she took good care of herself. Unfortunately, her face
was obscured by the camera angle, but the man's dark purplish-black neck, with its bulging veins and grime,
made it easy for me to recognize him at a glance as our school's Director Ma.

Director Ma was in charge of student discipline, and after the flag-raising ceremony at the beginning of each month, he would report on
the previous month . Almost every student in our school knew him. Because of his large size and
very big buttocks, we secretly nicknamed him "Big Butt Ma."

In the photo, Director Ma's small eyes are narrowed, as if he is enjoying the waves of pleasure from his penis being enveloped in
the warm, His large, sallow hands are tightly gripping the woman's plump
, perky buttocks, looking quite imposing!

"How did you get this? What kind of photo is this?" Seeing that it wasn't the photo of my mother being gang-raped by Lao Wang and his gang last night
, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yesterday, Director Ma saw me smoking in the toilet and called me to his office. As soon as I got there,
someone came and said the principal wanted to see him, so he told me to stand still in his office and wait for him to come back. I stood there for a while and
saw that his computer was still on, so I browsed through it and found this good stuff. I quickly sent it to my
email, but as soon as I sent one, I heard a noise outside the door, so I immediately shut everything down and stood aside
," Du Wei said with a hint of regret. "

Maybe Director Ma is just being trendy and took this with his wife. Let's go, let's go, class is about to start."

I pulled Du Wei and ran towards the teaching building.

The next few days were uneventful; nothing happened. My mom went to work, came home, and cooked dinner as usual.

My dad also worked during the day and played cards until late at night. However, there was an exception: towards the end of the month,
my dad would lose all his salary and bonus, and then he'd have to obediently come home for dinner on time.

One evening at the end of November, the three of us sat together eating dinner, while the television in the living room played
the evening news. Ah… what a heartwarming scene of a family of three.

“Who did you play cards with this month?” my mom asked casually, putting some food into her bowl.

“Lots of people, but only a few familiar faces, like that Teacher Song from your school, and
Old Wang who always comes to our house…”

“You know who Teacher Song is, he’s just a shameless scoundrel. When he first came to our school… ”
"Director, he's gotten promoted higher and higher, while he's gotten lower and lower, all because he's always
groping . He hangs out with shady characters at school all the time. I despise
him the most. You should stay away from him and play cards!" My mom interrupted my dad abruptly when she heard the name "Old Wang,"
shouting excitedly.

"Okay, okay, I won't play with him anymore. I'll only play with Old Wang from now on," my dad agreed.

"You should also stay away from Old Wang. I don't think he's a good person either. I always see him
sitting on the street with a bunch of migrant workers, smoking, and they'll squint at any woman who walks
by. If it weren't for his son being a real estate developer, he wouldn't be a contractor," my mom continued. My dad
didn't know where my mom got so angry, so he just ate his food in silence.

And then the erotic scene from that night in the middle of the month flashed through my mind again: Old Wang was naked, his entire body
like a black iron tower, with a soft, white mass beneath him—my mother's plump, white flesh. His large, rough
hands gripped my mother's breasts, kneading and squeezing them like dough, shaping them into various forms. His
other hand inserted his fingers into my mother's vagina, stirring them repeatedly, making a "sizzling" sound. My
mother's cheeks and the back of her long, white neck were flushed red, her hair, pressed beneath her, was already
soaked with sweat, and she occasionally let out soft moans.

My mother now says Old Wang is indecent, yet just a few days ago she had become his object of lust, letting him replace my father,
enjoying the rights of being her husband, constantly impregnating her vagina, wantonly enjoying the beautiful,
juicy body of a mature woman! And she might give birth to a big, fat son for this indecent old devil at any moment!

My dad's situation was even more tragic. Completely oblivious, he didn't know that the people he played cards with every day were
his own buddies who had tasted his wife's body. Dad often boasted to his cronies at the card table about
how ! Little did he know that his card-playing friends had already been using my mom in
bed, making her suck his penis, lick his testicles, and even swallowing his semen countless times.

Thinking about this, my little brother involuntarily became erect.

November passed quickly. At the beginning of the month, after my dad received his money, he returned to his life
of playing cards , coming home late, or even not coming home at all.

That night, I was doing my homework in my bedroom when I suddenly heard the phone ring. My mom, who was watching TV in the living room,
answered the phone. After a while, for some reason, she started arguing with the person on the other end. I
quickly opened my bedroom door a crack and peeked out, listening carefully to the sounds coming from the living room.

"Stop bothering me! You did that to me the other night, what more do you want?! If you keep
bothering me, I'll call the police!" My mother yelled into the phone, her beautiful face flushed, her eyebrows arched
, her cheeks slightly red. She was indeed a famous beauty in the city; even in anger, she possessed a captivating charm.

Who would have guessed that this seemingly innocent and virtuous woman had been gang-
raped ? Her genitals were repeatedly penetrated by the large penises of middle-aged men other than her husband, violently thrust
in and out, until her vaginal opening could no longer close, continuously gushing out fresh, foul-smelling semen. Just

as my mother was about to hang up, the other person seemed to say something and then hung up first. My mother seemed
stunned, slowly putting down the phone, a single tear sliding down her dignified cheek.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I pretended not to know anything and came out of the house.

"It's okay, sweetie, it's just sand in my eye, I've gotten it out now. By the way, Mom has to go out
in a bit , you stay home and do your homework, Mom will check it when she gets back." My mom quickly
wiped away her tears and forced a smile.

Then she hurriedly put on a down jacket and left the house, while I went back to my room to do my homework. A little while later, I
went to the living room to get some water, but found that my mom hadn't taken her phone, it was left on the sofa.

"My mom left her phone at home, I have to take it to her right away, someone might call
looking for her later," I thought. Actually, what could be going on so late at night? I was also very curious about
what my mom was doing. So I checked the caller ID on the landline, and then looked up
the owner —it was Old Wang's.

"Why is that old bastard Old Wang bothering Mom? Could it be that he's threatening her with nude photos he took?
I have to go check." So I went out the door, pushing my bicycle and riding into the darkness.

I'd heard my dad mention the construction site where Lao Wang worked during dinner; it was the Dingsheng
residential complex in the North Development Zone. I pedaled with all my might, hoping to get there quickly. Was my mother going to be raped by Lao Wang again
? Was Lao Wang's dark penis and purplish-red glans going to penetrate my mother's genitals once more?

Soon, I arrived at the construction site. The high-rise buildings weren't fully completed yet, and the cold wind howled as it
rustled the plastic sheeting on the metal scaffolding. Next to the high-rises were a group of low, temporary prefabricated houses for the construction workers
. To save money, the developer hadn't built the houses properly; each house had some small gaps
letting in drafts, but most of them had been plugged up with plastic sheeting by the workers.

I pushed my bike to a tree near the construction site entrance. In front of one of the makeshift houses, I saw my mother's
pink women's bicycle. Laughter from men could be heard coming from inside the house.

"My mom and Lao Wang must be inside," I thought, and went around to the back of the prefab house. I found
a drafty opening and carefully pulled out the plastic sheeting blocking it to get a better look inside.

"Lao Wang, why did you call so many people here? Give me the photos! My child is waiting for me at home!"

my mom yelled at Lao Wang, her face flushed.

Lao Wang was sitting on a simple single bed, surrounded by about 17 or 18
middle-aged all covered in dirt and wearing military green overcoats. Their lustful eyes were all
fixed on my mom's slightly heaving chest. Then, amidst a burst of laughter, I clearly saw
the large, yellow teeth that occasionally peeked out from the mouths of these filthy men.

"I can give you the photos, but your husband's debts haven't been paid off yet. That night
was " Lao Wang leered. The migrant workers around him burst into loud laughter again, and two or three of them even blew...
Whistles sounded.

I stood outside, feeling incredibly angry. You people, you always looked so pitiful, but now you're ganging
up on my mother. It was cold outside, but I was so angry that I forgot about the temperature.

"So what do you want?" My mother, held captive by the photos, could only stand there blankly.

"I owe each of these brothers some gambling debts, but your husband won't pay me back. How am I supposed to pay them back?
But if you let the brothers have some fun, your husband's debts will be wiped clean." After Old Wang finished speaking,
two burly migrant workers had already quietly stood at the door.

"Besides, this time is different from last time. My brothers won't use their dicks on you. Just lie on the bed and don't move
anywhere . Let the brothers touch and pinch you a bit, have a good look and feel the pleasure." Old Wang was probably afraid that
although my mother was under his control to publish the photos, if a group of lowly migrant workers gang-raped her, she
might be so humiliated that she would call the police. So for now, he had no choice but to do this.

In fact, these migrant workers were all honest men from the countryside, and they were most afraid of the police and urban management officers.
Old Wang had already told them beforehand that they could do whatever they wanted with my mother, except for their penises not being allowed inside her vagina
. These men had been away from home for a long time and only occasionally visited prostitutes in hair salons to satisfy their lust.
They had never seen a real, respectable woman in the city before. At this moment, their crotches were all bulging with erections
.

My mother was trembling slightly. Under the dim light of the prefab house, her arched eyebrows were
alluring and her soft, flawless skin seemed to be dripping with moisture. Especially her cherry-red lips,
which were incredibly tempting and made one want to kiss her passionately.

Suddenly, the two burly middle-aged migrant workers behind her picked my mother up and
threw her onto the single bed where Old Wang had been sitting. Only then did I notice the bed. It
was covered with a layer of grass, and on top of that, a thin mattress, stained with oil and dirt.
My mother, thrown onto the bed, stared in terror at the migrant workers and Old Wang surrounding her.

"Let me go, you bunch of bastards, get away!" My mother loved to bathe, at least once a day,
so she was always impeccably clean. She hated the unhygienic beggars on the streets.

But now, my mother was being surrounded by a group of migrant workers who hadn't bathed in ages,
forced to remove her cotton-padded clothes with their filthy hands, revealing her red thermal
underwear.

"Look everyone, what's the difference between this high-class woman and those prostitutes in the hair salon?"

The migrant worker ripped my mother's bra off with brute force, revealing her smooth, rounded shoulders and the large,
surging curves of her breasts swaying up and down within the bra. Her two long, slender, white
arms, like tender lotus roots, were grabbed by the migrant worker's sallow hands and pressed firmly against the bed.

*Snap*, my mother's bra was then torn off, and before the two large, fleshy mounds could even
wiggle , they were grabbed by countless hands covered in calluses. These hands frantically kneaded and rubbed them, and my
mother's breasts trembled and swayed violently like snowballs, constantly changing into all sorts of strange shapes.

My mother felt waves of pain in her breasts; her sacred breasts were being wantonly violated and
played Her pretty face flushed red, and tears welled in her eyes. My mother, a usually solemn and dignified
teacher never smiled in front of her students, was having her noble,
snow-white body wantonly and shamelessly violated by a group of filthy migrant workers. Thinking of this, tears involuntarily streamed down her face.

My mother's breasts were delicate and white, like curdled goat milk, something only my father could touch. Now, they were being fondled by
a group of migrant workers he despised, accompanied by all sorts of vulgar and obscene language. Her large, snow-white breasts
swayed with their large hands, revealing a deep cleavage between their beautiful curves.

"Such big, white breasts are such a waste to hide; isn't it better to show them to everyone?" The migrant workers'
breathing became rapid.

My mother was now only wearing a pinkish-white thong covering her lower body; even her cotton socks had been
pulled off by someone's large hands and thrown to the ground. Her two delicate, pink thighs were forcibly spread apart, each
gripped tightly by a large hand. The rough migrant workers showed no mercy, their nails digging deep into my mother
's thighs, causing her to cry out in pain.

Between her legs, a beautifully shaped mound rose, a few dark pubic hairs peeking out from under her underwear.
Behind her were the plump, white, pert buttocks typical of middle-aged women, still
tightly covered by underwear, but mostly exposed to the men's eyes.

"Uncles, please, please let me go. I'll go back and get you money, I'll give you
whatever ..." my mother began to plead helplessly.

But the migrant workers ignored her pleas and began to pull down her only barrier
. My mother struggled desperately, twisting her lower body to break free from their large hands, her legs clamping tightly together. But what was the use?
Her panties were pulled down to her knees, revealing her glossy black pubic hair,
thickly distributed on her plump mons pubis. A dark
red slit was clearly visible in the deep crevice created by her tightly clenched legs, already damp and shimmering with an alluring sheen. The fleshy mounds of her large, white buttocks
trembled incessantly.

Now, my mother was completely naked. Her large, heaving
breasts , her wet vulva overflowing with juices, and her white buttocks were fully exposed
to everyone.

"Look at this old bitch, so wet down there, haha, no different from the prostitutes outside."

Hearing the men compare her to a prostitute, my mother couldn't help but twist her body a few times, a silent form of
resistance. But her entire body was already firmly gripped by the large hands of the migrant workers she usually loathed,
rendering her immobile.

With things having come to this, my mother had no choice but to give up resisting. She closed her eyes tightly, furrowed her
brows, and comforted herself, thinking to herself, "I'm just paying off my husband's debts. They won't interfere.
Oh well, I'll just have to bear it..."

Immediately afterwards, many of the large hands that had been stirring up waves in my mother's pubic area gradually reached down
to her mons pubis, beginning to rub her vulva incessantly with their thumbs or middle fingers. Her large clitoris
was forcefully pulled and rotated by several fingers, quickly swelling to the size of a soybean.

A tingling, itchy sensation spread through her sensitive genitals.
The invisible hands gnawed at her nerves, and my mother felt dizzy and disoriented. Finally, she could no longer hold back and
began to moan softly, her vagina gradually becoming moist.

Seeing that my mother's suppressed desire had been aroused, the men became even more unrestrained,
playing with her sensitive areas with increasing ruthlessness. Some men, however, showed no mercy, even
pulling and tugging at my mother's soft pubic hair, causing her to moan softly one moment and scream the next.

I stood outside, my voyeuristic gaze blocked by the large, dark-skinned buttocks of a migrant worker. All I could hear were my mother's
desperate screams and the men's lewd laughter from inside. Old Wang, however, didn't join in;
he just sat grinning on a nearby chair, watching with amusement as the migrant workers brutally violated my mother.

Because the bed was very small, only about ten people could stand around it, so the others had to
squeeze in from the outside, with "newbies" occasionally reaching in to knead my mother's snow-white breasts or grope her genitals
.

"This old bitch is so wet down there, she's obviously been fucked a lot, haha,"
someone said.

"Look at her labia, they're so big, I've never seen such big labia before, and they're so fat
and red."

Listening to their vulgarities, I already had an erection. My mother always taught me
not to pick up those dirty words from those young men and migrant workers. But now, my mother was being
insulted by these vulgarities and couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

"It's a pity I can't put my dick in. Look how beautiful her cunt is! All the prostitutes outside are dark-
skinned, but hers is pinkish-red."

"Her breasts are so much more enjoyable to rub than those girls in the hair salon. They're white, big, and incredibly elastic.
They stay perky no matter how you squeeze them! Yeah, yeah! And this old woman's nipples and areolas are huge too. No wonder she's
had children "

"Look, her asshole is so tight! She probably hasn't been fucked before. It's squeezing my fingers so tight it's
'sore'! Haha..."

These filthy words kept echoing in my ears until I suddenly heard my mother scream, which brought me back to
my senses. The whole bed was creaking, and my mother

's moans were no longer soft and low. My mother had just reached orgasm because of these migrant workers. Coincidentally, the migrant worker blocking my view
suddenly parted his legs, allowing me to see what was happening inside again.

My mother was lying on her side, a greasy pillow propping up her thighs. A fat,
middle-aged migrant worker was kissing her cherry-
like lips roughly, while several other workers were licking her white, tender skin inch by inch with their tongues. Her ears and neck weren't spared either,
being sucked and kissed by several workers simultaneously with their disgusting tongues. Her small, white hands were held by two workers, unwillingly stroking their
ugly, filthy penises. Her plump breasts were still being kneaded and played with by multiple large hands, shaped into various forms. One
pot-bellied middle-aged worker even used his stubble-covered mouth to bite my mother's erect nipple.

My mother's ravaged genitals were an even more appalling sight. Her clitoris was swollen and round like a fleshy ball, and
the labia majora on both sides of her vulva were already engorged with blood, red and swollen. Several migrant workers' fingers of varying lengths and filthy grime
were pulling her thick labia apart, like newly opened petals cruelly plucked by a heartless passerby
.

At the same time, my mother's most sensitive vulva was bustling with activity. The
already narrow vaginal opening was being stretched wide open by the migrant workers' fingers of varying thicknesses, almost wide enough to fit
a billiard ball. I couldn't see the condition of my mother's anus for the time being, but I could still see several
men reaching behind her buttocks and moving their hands back and forth, thrusting vigorously, probably playing with her
anus, which had never been penetrated by a foreign object before.

I guess this counts as deflowering my mother's anus, I thought. My conservative mother would definitely not let my father insert
his penis into her pink anus. My mother's oval face was already flushed red, and
the constant stimulation of all her sensitive areas caused her body temperature to rise continuously. This plaything by a man other than her husband further tested her moral bottom line as
a married woman, a mother, and a teacher. The intense shame only
amplified the pleasure she derived from the humiliation by these migrant workers. So, my mother occasionally let out moans of pleasure, seemingly having been brought to orgasm
multiple times by the workers' dusty hands. About two hours later, the migrant workers finally
dispersed. Sitting naked on the ground, their penises limp from multiple ejaculations, their fingers smeared with the secretions of female
genitalia , they discussed the details of their humiliation and play with my mother.

"When that bitch was screaming, her cunt was sucking so hard it hurt my fingers. She
's a real slut, still so tight even after having a child."

"Yeah, that mouth smelled so good, I swished my tongue around inside her several times!"

I had no time to listen to their filth, because all I wanted to do was check on my mother's condition.

"Oh my god!" Luckily, I covered my mouth to avoid making a loud noise, but the scene before me... was too much
... Chapter 3 Home Tutoring

It turned out that the group of migrant workers not only played with my mother's innocent body, but each of them also masturbated
several times, ejaculating their semen, which couldn't enter my mother's vagina, onto my mother's body and into her mouth.

My mother lay sprawled on the single bed, and because her
body, which resembled a transparent, crystal-like Xinjiang mare's milk grape, was covered with the white, even yellowish, turbid semen of the middle-aged migrant workers. Even
her nostrils were blocked by semen, and my mother could only open her mouth and exhale loudly, a string of semen still attached to my mother's large
, fleshy labia, slowly dripping onto the sheets.

"You...you...didn't you say you didn't need to use your...there?" my mother groaned weakly.
She vomited a mouthful of milky white liquid as she spoke. Her two arms, which had been held for a long time by the dirty hands of several migrant workers,
lifelessly wiped the semen from the inside of her thighs.

"We said we wouldn't use our dicks to penetrate your cunt, we didn't say we wouldn't shoot our dicks into you, hahahaha!" The migrant workers sitting on the ground
laughed, their penises trembling as if
demonstrating against my mother's body, which was covered in a mixture of sweat and semen.

My mother's soft, plump labia majora near her inner thighs were also covered in semen, sticking a few pubic hairs to
her flesh , and the whole prefab house was filled with the smell of chestnut blossoms.

"You bunch of beasts... bastards... I'm going to... I'm going to sue you!" My mother spat out another mouthful of sticky
semen, tried to get up but collapsed back onto the bed. My mother's vagina was wide open, and her two thick labia majora, covered in a mixture of sweat and
semen , drooped loosely on both sides, only her clitoris was still excitedly erect.

The migrant workers fell silent in fear upon hearing that they were to be sued. At this moment, Old Wang slowly stood
up , walked to the bedside, and pulled out his phone.

"Sue us? Fine, I'll let you sue me, I'll let you sue me!" Old Wang's phone continuously
photographed my mother's naked body. A few drops
of semen pooled above her navel, forming a large, viscous puddle
that shimmered under the flash.

"Hehe, I deleted all the photos from last time as you said, but you didn't let
me delete these new ones. Sue me? I'll send these to your school and your cuckold husband's workplace, let's see
how ." With that, he raised his large hand and slapped my mother's thigh hard.

"Damn, you smeared my hand with semen!" It turned out he had just smeared some old guy's
semen on my mother's thigh. The migrant workers resting nearby burst into laughter again. Amidst the laughter, Old Wang smeared the semen on his hand onto my
mother's white flesh.

My mother's breasts, which had been licked and slapped by several people, were now patchy red and white,
and her dark red nipples were swollen and red from the forceful sucking of that fat man. Her red lips were
slightly parted; her mouth, which had just been forcibly kissed and had been shoved into ugly male genitalia, was
now catching its breath. She was a woman who exuded seductive charm from the inside out; she seemed to be constantly tempting
men and arousing their senses.

After a while, the migrant workers who had finished resting got up from the ground, dressed, and went back to their rooms to sleep.
Before leaving, they didn't forget to turn my mother over and each of them
slapped . The room was instantly filled with the sounds of "slapping" and the lewd laughter and whistling of the men.

"Hurry up and put your clothes on, get back home. Your photos are all saved on my phone, there'll be plenty of time for you in the future
." After the migrant workers left, Old Wang threw my mother's clothes, scattered on the floor, onto the bed. He
even took a deep sniff of my mother's cotton socks.

Seeing that my mother would probably come out soon, I quickly ran
to the construction site gate, rode my bicycle home, put my mother's phone back untouched, and then fled into my bedroom, pretending to sleep.

My father was probably still playing cards with his friends, probably bragging about how
gentle , unaware that his beautiful and dignified wife had just been covered in
dirty, smelly semen by a group of migrant workers.

A while later, I heard a noise at the door, then the sound of running water from the bathroom, and I drifted off
to sleep.

Afterwards, perhaps feeling guilty for being violated by the migrant workers, I... This week, my mom was unusually
gentle , no longer criticizing him for going out to gamble. She's a gentle and virtuous wife to my dad,
and a dignified and kind mother to me.

School only has two classes on Friday afternoons, so I get out at four and go home. Just as I was about to
change into my slippers at the door, I suddenly heard a creaking sound, like a baby's groin squeaking.
The sound was coming from my parents' bedroom.

I quietly went into my room, climbed into the closet connected to my parents' bedroom, and
peeked through the gap. I saw a man's buttocks arching forward.

The man wasn't my dad, but bald Old Liu,
one of the three men who had raped my mom a few days ago. The woman under him was my mom. Old Liu was holding my mom's buttocks with both hands, his penis
thrusting in and out of her vagina, panting heavily. His fat, dull body
contrasted sharply with my mom's fair buttocks.

Besides my mom and Lao Liu, there was another man sitting on the bed, holding my mom's hand and masturbating.
Judging from his fat belly, it wasn't my dad, but Lao Wang.

Apparently, because she didn't have afternoon classes, my mom slept from 1 PM until 3 PM when the doorbell
woke her . Thinking it was me coming home, she went to open the door wearing a nearly transparent slip dress and slippers.

The door opened, but it wasn't me; it was Lao Wang and Lao Liu. The two old guys had come to
our house to extort money with nude photos of my mom, but when they opened the door, they saw a mature woman, her alabaster shoulders and thighs exposed,
her nipples clearly visible through her nightgown.

The two middle-aged men hadn't been with a woman in a long time, and the erotic scene before them instantly sent a rush to their brains,
then back to their genitals. Their penises bulged in their underwear,
clear .

Lao Liu grabbed my mom, while Lao Wang quickly closed the door.

"Don't yell, or you'll attract your neighbors and make things awkward for everyone."

"You two get out of here! Aren't you afraid my husband will find out?" My mother angrily tried to break free from Lao Liu. "

Know what? Know that his virtuous wife is actually a slut, that she's already been played with by other men. I
'd like to see his reaction when he finds out his wife did such a thing."

My mother was stunned for a moment, a blush instantly creeping up her neck, which had been licked by men, and her face
also flushed. Lao Wang took the opportunity to grab my mother's calves, and he and Lao Liu carried her into the bedroom.

"We won't force you, but if you want Lao Huang to know how many men his wife has slept with, then don't
listen to us," Lao Wang said to my mother with a grin.

My mother hesitated for a moment, seemingly weighing the pros and cons and analyzing the current situation. Old Wang and Old Liu, however, didn't have
that much patience. They quickly stripped off my mother's nightgown and underwear, leaving her only
in cotton socks.

"What are you doing...get out of here, Old Huang will be back soon!" My mother tried to use my father as
a shield to scare them.

"You're kidding me, we just came from the teahouse. Your husband is having
a great time ."

While talking to my mother, the two older men also quickly took off their clothes, revealing their bloated
bodies and erect penises between their legs, the tip of their urethra secreting a small amount of white fluid.

Old Wang effortlessly spread my mother's snow-white thighs with his large hands, pressing his penis with his right hand,
rubbing the purplish-red glans back and forth between my mother's labia majora and minora. My mother covered her breasts with both hands, her eyes
tightly closed , as Old Wang's fleshy red penis slowly disappeared into the entrance of my mother's vagina, penetrating little by little. Soon,
his penis was fully inside her, the undulating scrotum touching the long, rounded folds of skin on my mother's genitals
.

Old Liu, standing nearby, wasn't idle either. He grabbed my mother's small hand, which she was holding to her chest, and rubbed it up and down on his ugly penis
. His other hand was grabbing and squeezing my mother's full breasts, quite uncomfortably.

My parents' double bed was a large wooden bed, handmade by a carpenter when we moved to our new house
. The vigorous activity of the two obese men and the woman on it made it creak and groan
, as if it were about to fall apart.

My mother felt the constant thrusting of the hard object into her genitals, her breasts rubbed by the calloused skin of the man's hands. While enjoying
the deepest pleasure, she also thought of her husband and children, of being
violated in her own bed by two men in their fifties, and a sense of shame arose within her.

But even so, because she felt the muscle spasms in her genitals before orgasm, my
mother began to respond somewhat to Old Wang's thrusts. Old Wang's broad back was covered in sweat, and the sensitive
nerve endings were sending waves of pleasure through his brain. With my mother's eager cooperation,
he enjoyed her plump, wet vagina even more intensely.

After a while, Old Wang was still thrusting, but my mother was starting to lose control, her voice trembling as she said, "Old Wang
... Old Wang... why aren't you coming yet... I can't hold on much longer."

"I... I... I haven't been with a woman in so long... I don't care about my own wife
... other people's wives are so fragrant and fair... I... I need to keep going!" Old Wang increased the speed of his thrusts.
"My... son... he'll be back soon... what if he sees us?" My mother's eyes were tightly closed,
her face and neck flushed, her sweat-drenched hair glistening, and her nipples fully erect, being
twisted by Old Liu's dark hands.

"You... old bitch... what's the big deal if your child sees this... the child...
should learn... you, as the mother... teach your child a lesson." Old Wang slowed his pace, his penis slowly
thrusting in and out of my mother's vagina, afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back his ejaculation.

After a while, Old Wang couldn't hold back any longer, and billions of sperm shot out from his scrotum, through
the vas deferens , and into his urethra, quickly filling my mother's vagina. Old Wang, who hadn't been with a woman in a long time
, ejaculated for about 45 seconds this time, and he opened his mouth and let out a long breath.

"You're done... pull out quickly..." my mother said sweetly, her eyes half-closed, her free little
hand pushing against Old Wang's fleshy belly. But how could my mother's little strength move the tower-like Old Wang?

"It's warm inside, I'll stay a little longer," Old Wang said contentedly, his eyes half-closed, feeling the wetness and warmth of my mother's vagina on his
penis . Old Liu was a little unhappy, and nodded at Old Wang, who understood immediately.

"Pop," like the sound of a champagne cork being pulled from a bottle, Old Wang reluctantly withdrew his limp penis from my mother's
vagina .

Although the purplish-black penis was out of my mother's vagina, the tip of the glans
was still covered in thick, sticky semen from the old man, due to the excessive amount of semen ejaculated. The semen strands, after being pulled out of my mother's vagina
by penis, slowly slid down the sheets, one end connected to Old Wang's glans, the other to my mother's vulva. My mother's vulva
was still open like a mouth from the prolonged thrusting, and a stream of semen suddenly gushed out from the dark opening
, sliding down the contours of my mother's buttocks.

Before the semen inside had even finished flowing out, Old Liu grabbed his penis and thrust it all the way into my mother's vagina,
pulling her swollen labia minora inside with the old man's thick penis, causing my mother to cry out in pain.

Seeing my mother shouting loudly, and fearing the neighbors would knock on the door, Old Wang picked up the men's
gray , crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into my mother's mouth.

He then covered her mouth with his palm to prevent her from spitting it out. My mother, who had her eyes closed, suddenly felt a wad of cloth stuffed into her mouth
. Her tongue tasted something salty and sour, and it was also very pungent. She
could only breathe through her nose.

My mother usually hated it when my father threw his dirty socks on the floor and always used bamboo tongs to put them
in . This Old Wang, on the other hand, hadn't washed his feet for who knows how many days, and in winter he wore thick men's leather boots, so his soles
sweated a lot every day. You can imagine how smelly his socks were. Now, my mother was forced to taste a stinky sock in her mouth,
forced to experience the masculine smell of a man.

Old Liu's thrusting speed gradually slowed, finally stopping the piston-like motion as he slowly withdrew his penis. The old
man 's ugly penis was glistening and covered in the mucus secreted from my mother's vagina. I thought he'd
ejaculated so quickly, but unexpectedly, he grabbed my mother's pelvis and twisted her forcefully, turning her from face-up
to back-up .

My mother's pert buttocks rose and fell, her back covered in sweat from the intense intercourse, her long,
shiny hair parted on either side. Old Wang no longer covered her mouth, but instead clamped down on her soft, white hand, beginning to stroke
his limp penis. My mother quickly spat out the dirty sock from her mouth, a gray wad of cloth soaked in saliva
falling onto the bed, slowly unfolding.

This was the scene I had secretly witnessed when I entered the closet.

My mother breathed in fresh air, but Old Liu ignored her. He proudly embraced my mother's snow-white, plump buttocks...
Looking at the wet, plump cunt beneath her buttocks, the one he had just violated, a few pubic hairs, sticky with clear fluid, stretched out backward in a dry, crooked
manner .

Her two plump labia parted, revealing that this was a woman who had given birth.
The semen that Old Wang had ejaculated inside her, now without the filling of his thick penis, began to slowly leak out again. My mother's large
breasts jiggled with Old Wang's hands as they moved up and down, the dark nipples fully erect, adorning
the very peaks that had nurtured me.

"Old Liu... Old Liu... don't go in anymore... I can't take it anymore... my son will really
be back soon," my mother pleaded, her brow furrowed.

Hearing my mother's pleas, Old Liu didn't stop; instead, it fueled his desire to conquer her even more. He
spread my mother's plump thighs apart, forcing her to weakly press her face against the bed for support. The show began again
. Old Liu, like a knight, used a rear-entry position to rape my mother. Her snow-white body beneath him
trembled incessantly, like a ball of cotton.

"Giddy up...giddy up..." Old Liu suddenly raised his large hand and slapped my mother's buttocks, leaving a series of five-finger marks
on her snow-white flesh. As her buttocks were slapped repeatedly, my mother's vagina
tightened in response to the stimulation, giving Old Liu both pleasure and a tingling sensation.

My mother glanced at the wall above the bedside table with her mournful eyes. On the wall hung a large wedding photo.

In the photo, my father was embracing my mother, who was wearing a white wedding dress, and both of them were smiling happily. Seeing this, my mother
felt as if she had been stabbed with needles.

Old Wang also noticed my mother's gaze, thrusting in and out of my mother's plump vagina while looking up at my
parents' wedding photo.

My mother was cursing herself
for . Suddenly, she felt a strong force pulling on her scalp and quickly used her free hand to brace herself against the bed to reduce
the force on her scalp. Old Wang grabbed my mother's hair, forcing her to look directly at the photo on the wall.

"You old bitch...you and Old Huang...so loving...tsk tsk...but it's a pity...now you
're enjoying yourself under another man's crotch."

"Shut up," my mother said painfully, tears welling in her eyes.

"I'll say it anyway...you slut...you old whore...are you always thinking about being fucked by men...being fucked by
other men, and your pussy is still so wet...wet...tell me how slutty you are." My mother looked at the photo on the wall
, in which she looked at her father with love, and he looked at her with happiness. But now his wife
was being ridden by another man, her pussy being repeatedly penetrated by his penis.

Old Liu suddenly pulled out his penis, and my mother, feeling a sense of emptiness in her lower body, couldn't help but moan, her buttocks
arching back, trying to put the old man's penis back into her vagina.

"I won't go in... You told me to shut up... I just won't go in!" Old Wang pulled my
mother's hair forcefully again, slapping her buttocks repeatedly with his other hand.

"Please, stop hitting me... Ah... Ah... Ah," my mother begged.

"I'll stop hitting you, stop pulling you, okay... Sing me 'Today is a Good Day,' and I won't pull
your hair anymore." Old Wang pushed his buttocks forward and inserted his penis into my mother's wet vagina again.

"Today... is a good day... all my wishes... will come true... today is... a good day, I
opened the door... we welcome the spring breeze." To reduce the pain, my mother had no choice but to sing Song Zuying's famous song.

"Hahaha, it's 'open the door to welcome a cock,' hahaha," Old Wang lewdly laughed from the side.

⊥ At this moment, the phone on the bedside table rang.

Chapter Four: My Mother Talking to My Dad with a Penis Inserted into Her Lower Body

"Ding...ding ding ding ding. Ding...ding ding ding ding..." The phone on the bedside table suddenly started playing,
startling the three people on the bed.

My mother freed her hand from Old Wang's penis and tried to grab the phone from the table, but Old Wang
was quicker; he stepped on my mother's forearm and snatched the phone first.

"Ouch, it's Old Huang. You old bitch, your husband is calling." Old Wang glanced at
the caller ID on the screen and shook the phone at my mother, who was bent over and being fucked.

My mother twisted her body, thrust forward, freeing herself from the middle-aged man's penis in her lower body, and lunged at
Old Wang . But Old Liu behind her reacted quickly, grabbing my mother's waist and pinning her down.

"Ling, you bitch, what's your hurry? Are you trying to tell your husband how wet your cunt is?" My mother's name
is Ling, and Old Wang called her Ling, wanting to further humiliate her.

At that moment, Old Liu grabbed both of my mother's wrists with one hand, clamping them tightly like iron clamps. With his other hand,
he grabbed her hair and pulled her off the bed. A pair of hairy thighs
wrapped around my mother's waist from behind, leaving only her two pale legs struggling on the bed like fish out of water.

My mother was firmly restrained by Old Liu from behind, unable to move. Her beautiful eyes were filled with panic as
she stared Old Wang. Her large, juicy breasts trembled with each struggle, bobbing up and down,
a tempting sight. Her vulva, sandwiched between two calves, was barely visible. The fleshy pink female genitalia were very moist from prolonged
intercourse , a dark, damp patch standing out starkly against the base of her two snow-white thighs.

"Quickly reject the call! Press that red button! I beg you!" My mother was almost in tears,
leaning forward towards Old Wang, only to be pulled back by Old Liu.

"Weren't you always calling me 'Old Huang'? Fine, I'll let you talk to your husband on
the phone ." Old Wang smiled smirk, his black finger pressing the green answer button and simultaneously the speakerphone button.

"Hello, Ah Ling," the call connected.

Ah Ling was my father's nickname for my mother, a private conversation between husband and wife, known only to me occasionally, but
now overheard by two middle-aged men raping her.

Hearing my father's affectionate nickname for her on the phone, tears streamed down my mother's face. The pent-up emotions from that drunken gang rape that night
suddenly erupted.

That night, after being drugged and gang-raped by three old men, the helplessness, fear, and panic I felt upon waking were unbearable. I had nowhere
to confide in, so I could only wipe the semen off my body with my torn dress, then change the tattered sheets.
She prepared breakfast for her son, pretending nothing had happened.

Then, at the construction site, a group of filthy migrant workers groped every inch of her skin. Finally, under Old
Wang's lecherous gaze, she forced herself to endure the stench of semen on her aching body, dressed, and rode home.
Only then did she take a hot shower to wash away the partially congealed semen, but the shame in her heart
couldn't be washed away.

Now, in her cozy bed with her husband, she was
being raped , yet she heard her husband gently calling her name. The suppressed pain in her heart suddenly
erupted. The pain in her swollen genitals from the repeated rapes was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.

Even as her emotions overwhelmed her, my mother retained a sliver of reason, not crying out, only letting
tears stream down her face and drip onto the sheets.

"Husband, what is it?" my mother tried to speak into the phone in her usual tone, holding back her tears.

"Ah Ling... what are you doing?" My dad asked my mom tentatively, trying to guess her mood,
but little did he know that his wife was sitting in another man's lap. The man's fat belly was arching against my mom's back,
the contrast between his dark and fair skin so striking.

"I was sleeping, and your phone call woke me up... hmm."

It turned out that Old Wang was using his smelly feet to rub against my mom's soft vulva. The thick calluses on his heels
patiently rubbed against my mom's thick labia. My mom suddenly felt a numb and itchy sensation in her lower body, a hard object gently
rubbing against her moist labia. She couldn't help but want to let out a groan, but she restrained herself with reason.

"Wife, what's wrong?"

"Honey, I'm fine, I just woke up, my nose is stuffy."

The afternoon sun shone through the blinds onto the cotton sheets, revealing two dark, fleshy men, their thick fat
covered in beads of sweat. One of them cupped a middle-aged woman's breasts in his large hand; the breasts, glistening with the man's saliva
, shimmered in the lazy sunlight. His tongue, coated with a layer of saliva, licked her sensitive nipples, which trembled
with each lick, as stunning as plum blossoms in the winter wind.

Another man wrapped his thick, black-haired thighs around the beautiful woman's waist, his
slightly yellowed heels rubbing against her moist vulva. A strand of the woman's hair was bitten into his large mouth,
as if savoring the taste of a mature woman in her hair.

Old Liu and Old Wang, these two street urchins who were raping my mother, were stimulating her
sensitive areas with their own methods, trying to force her to make noises. My mother could only endure
the pleasure , suppressing the moans in her throat.

At this moment, Old Liu released the strand of hair from my mother's mouth, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Ling, you bitch, you let me ride you
. Your cunt is full of my semen. Next time I call you, will you call me 'husband' too?" With that,
he bit down on my mother's smooth, round, pearly shoulder, his yellowed teeth leaving a row of teeth marks on her white skin.
Just as Old Wang bit my mother's shoulder, my father's doting voice came through the phone again.

"Then sleep a little longer. The magazine says the more a woman sleeps, the younger and more beautiful she becomes."

"Okay, is there anything else?" My mother endured the stinging pain in her shoulder, her tone tinged with joy
.

My own husband cherishes me so much, yet I'm being ridden by two old men at home, my vagina being
penetrated and shoved by their penises like a public bus. Their semen is being casually ejaculated into my body,
every inch of my skin is clearly seen by these two lecherous men. How can I face my husband now? My
mother thought sadly, tears welling up in her eyes again.

"Hmm... Ah Ling... I won't be going home tonight. I'm on a winning streak today, I'll win a lot of money.
With that money, I can buy you that platinum necklace."

"Okay... Don't forget to eat dinner."

"Okay, I'm hanging up, bye-bye." The phone went dead, but the call ended, and
the rape of her was just the beginning.

Old Liu released my mother's hand and kicked her in the back. "Smack!" My mother was kicked face down on
the bed, her body trembling slightly, her legs bent and kicking the bed, her buttocks facing Old Wang's belly. Old Wang
slapped his penis against my mother's buttocks a few times, then slowly inserted it into my mother's vagina, the pubic hair of the male and female
genitals tightly intertwined.

Standing in the closet, I looked at my watch and found that it was already 5 pm. On the one hand, it meant that the two old men
had been gang-raping my mother for two hours, and on the other hand, it meant that I had to "go home".

I tiptoed from the wardrobe to the hallway, opened the door, and then slammed it shut as if I were shouting.
Then I yelled, "Mom, I'm home!" and headed towards my parents' bedroom door.

"Xiaotong, you're back! I..."

"Xiaotong, it's your Uncle Wang. Your mom, your Uncle Liu, and I are discussing something in the room. Go
do your own thing, your mom will make you dinner in a bit."

"Xiaotong, it's your Uncle Liu. Your dad won't be home tonight, so the four of us will have dinner together."
Before finish, two old men's cheerful voices came from behind the lacquered wooden door.

"Hello Uncle Wang, hello Uncle Liu, then I'll go back to my room." Being so young, I couldn't resist these
two fat, balding middle-aged men. My dad wasn't home, so I could only wait and see.

I "heavily" made my way back to my room and climbed back into the wardrobe to peek at what was happening next door.

The bedroom reeked of genital secretions. My mother, her buttocks raised and legs spread, stood with a fat man
behind His bald head was sparse, and his body was greasy and black. His penis was inside
her, his hands gripping her waist tightly as he thrust in and out. The flabby flesh on her lower abdomen
hung loosely, swaying back and forth.

Old Wang sat on the bed, his fat buttocks pushed aside, his hands supporting him, his engorged
belly , his lustful eyes fixed on the writhing woman before him. His limp penis lay quietly
on her calves, a small amount of semen still clinging to the glans, the majority of which, of course,
remained inside my mother's abdomen.

My mother's eyes were half-closed, strands of her long, sweat-damp hair clinging to her forehead, her cheeks flushed.
She exuded feminine charm. A penis was inserted into her vulva, moving in and out, her thick labia majora
blooming like flower petals around Lao Liu's penis. The dense pubic hair on her vulva was
clumped together, covered with a mixture of sweat, secretions, and semen.

Lao Liu thrust in and out dozens more times in a rear-entry position, then roared and began to ejaculate his pent-up semen into
the woman's body. Dozens of seconds later, Lao Liu reluctantly withdrew his penis, and a pool of semen
slowly flowed out of my mother's vagina...

"You old bitch, lick it for me."

Lao Wang pulled my mother, who was slumped on the bed, up and pressed her head between his legs.

"Lick it now, if you dare to bite my dick, I'll go next door and kill that little brat." Lao Liu
even used me to threaten my mother.

This advice worked wonders. My mother, exhausted from being tormented by the two old men, knelt
between Old Liu's legs again, sticking out her tongue to lick his limp penis. She pouted, wrapping her tongue
around the tip of his glans, licking diligently, occasionally making a few sucking motions.

"This old bitch, always acting so high and mighty, her oral skills are just as good as the prostitutes outside.
Looks like she's had plenty of practice with Old Huang, isn't she Ling the bitch?" Old Wang laughed loudly, his limp
penis trembling.

My mother buried her head between Old Liu's legs, her hair disheveled and draped over her shoulders, her brows furrowed.
Nearly three hours of intercourse had left her extremely tired, her eyes somewhat glazed and dull. Her cherry-red lips served
the purplish-black glans, moist and red, a trail of penile secretions hanging from the corners of her mouth. Her naked body
trembled slightly, her two plump, white breasts hanging softly, moving gently.

Old Liu, eyes closed, was enjoying himself immensely. The few remaining tufts of hair on his ears were tied
up , and his penis was constantly being licked by a soft tongue, which occasionally slipped in and out of a warm opening.
The nerves on his glans were frantically sending pleasure signals to his cerebral cortex.

Suddenly, Old Wang pressed his large hand down on my mother, who was diligently working on his penis. Caught off guard, she let out a soft
moan as he forcefully pressed her down, her face rubbed by the thick male pubic hair. The old man's penis shoved into her
throat.

"What are you doing? I…"

"What do you mean, 'I'? You're a filthy bitch! Keep licking me! Do you want your son's life?"
Old Liu said menacingly.

My mother was almost in tears. She had never suffered like this before. Even after marriage, her
husband had always been gentle and soft-spoken, never daring to be disrespectful. My mother, whom her husband cherished,
was being raped by a middle-aged man, uneducated and reeking of a foul, sour stench. Her belly was filled with
his semen, and her body was covered in his saliva.

"Hurry up, or I'll really break that little brat's leg," Old Wang pretended to move
his leg , as if to get off the bed. My mother was so frightened that she quickly lowered her head and continued to suck the old man's penis.

"Hey, this old bitch is a teacher. Are all teachers like this? They act all high and mighty on the podium
, but when they come down, they're like this, big boobs, big ass, and so wet down there, hahaha." My mother felt
a pang of sadness as she listened to the filthy words, but she was afraid of hurting me, so she didn't dare to talk back.

My mother was buried in Old Liu's thick pubic hair, working hard, her buttocks raised towards Old Wang. Her wet vulva,
like a small bun, was sandwiched between two snow-white thighs, and the fleshy red slit in the middle tempted
every man's desire. Above her vulva was my mother's anus, completely
exposed to Old Wang due to the position.

My mother's anus bloomed like a fleshy chrysanthemum, a few short hairs growing from the folds.
Because her body had been violated for nearly three hours, her anus was moist, glistening with a thin layer of sweat. My parents
had never touched this area during intercourse.

Old Wang had never engaged in anal sex before, thinking it was a dirty place for excretion. But my mother's anus,
because it was frequently cleaned, was spotless. And because it had only been penetrated once by those migrant workers' fingers,
it was still pink, quite beautiful.

My mother was diligently licking Old Liu's penis when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her upper perineum.
Turning her , she saw Old Wang thrusting his thumb into her anus, twisting it repeatedly.

"Get out, get out now! You can't put anything in there. You unwanted old man!" My mother, in pain
, forgot her surroundings and cursed at Old Wang.

Old Wang was already reluctant to play with my mother's anus, and being scolded only dampened his enthusiasm. He pulled out his thumb,
raised his large black hand, and slapped my mother's upturned buttocks.

"Slap!"

"Slap!" He slapped her five times heavily, making my mother moan several times and
spit out Old Liu's penis from her mouth.

"You old slut, shameless thing, I gave you face and you still don't want it. I have no one to marry me, I have no one to marry me.
Who rode your worn-out shoe just now, you slutty thing?" Old Wang said, venting his anger.

At this moment, Old Liu grabbed my mother's hair and said, "Stop eating, look at your shameless face. I'm hungry,
go make us something to eat."

Chapter Five: The Warmth of Home

Winter nights come early, and the cold wind blows through the trembling branches. There are few pedestrians on the street. The few
scattered ones quickly walk home.

Home is a synonym for warmth. Evenings are the time for a family of three to reunite
. A husband who has worked hard all day comes home to his loving wife and adorable, playful child, and all his weariness vanishes
.

Now, the neighborhood is bathed in warm light as families prepare dinner, chatting about
the day's events. Wives look at their husbands with happiness and pat their playful children—what a beautiful scene
!

My family used to be like that, but ever since my dad became addicted to gambling, he only eats and doesn't
eat. My mom, though unhappy that her husband plays cards day and night, doesn't want to or dare to disobey him. She
only complains occasionally, but can only wait for him to come home at the end of the month to enjoy a few days of family warmth.

Today, although my dad didn't come home, Old Wang and Old Liu took his place.
The man not only inserted his penis into the hole that only my father could enjoy, but he was also sitting naked in a dining room
chair, drinking alcohol.

Two wooden European-style chairs struggled to support the man's bloated body. My mother, on the other hand,
was cooking in the kitchen, wearing a white undershirt and a blue floral dress. She was completely naked underneath,
except for a pair of white cotton socks on her feet.

My mother had initially demanded that Lao Wang and Lao Liu get out, or she would call the police. But these two thugs
threatened her with me, saying that if she didn't obey them, they would break my legs and cripple me for life.
Helpless, my mother had no choice but to go to the kitchen to cook for me and the two men.

My mother's wet hair clung to her forehead and neck, and her beautiful eyes were filled with resentment. Waves of pain
kept coming from ; the three-hour marathon gang rape had left my mother's whole body aching,
and her nipples were swollen and red from being bitten.

I, meanwhile, sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV, thinking about what to do next. I originally intended to help my mother cook in the kitchen
, but within three steps of her, a stench of sweat and fish assaulted my nostrils, making me
want to vomit. This was a smell I'd never heard from my mother before, whose body usually exuded a fresh, clean fragrance. The two old men, however, seemed
oblivious to the stench, as they were already accustomed to a mixture of sweat and tobacco odor and had
n't anything unusual. They kept checking on my mother's progress in the kitchen.

When dinner was ready, my mother picked up a chair to sit with me on the other side, but Old Wang pulled her over and
made her sit between Old Wang and Old Liu, while I sat opposite them.

During the meal, to cover her embarrassment, my mother kept piling food onto my plate. Her eyes were filled with
doting affection, portraying the image of a loving mother. But under the table, the two old
men , their thick, yellow fingers constantly teasing her thick labia, occasionally inserting into the dark red slit between them.

My mother's genitals soon became wet again.

After I finished eating, those two old men coaxed me back into the house. Without my watchful eye, they
had no more inhibitions. After my mother put the dishes in the kitchen, Old Liu picked her up and
placed

My mother lay on the table, her legs pressed against her chest by the man's round belly, her vulva exposed.

"Put me down quickly, you've finished eating, hurry up and leave," my mother said
, still oblivious to the fact that the two lustful men were already erect against her body.

Old Liu thrust his hips forward, penetrating my mother's vagina, the scrotum in her pubic hair repeatedly slapping against her
perineum . The muscles of her female reproductive organs began to contract, tightly gripping Old Liu's penis. Old Liu stood in front of the table,
continuously thrusting against my mother's body, making "slap," "slap" sounds.

Soon, he felt a tingling sensation spread from the tip of his penis to his testicles, and a rush of hot,
fresh semen from an older man spread deep into my mother's uterus. Old Liu pulled out his limp penis, while my mother
stared blankly at the chandelier on the ceiling.

Before my mother could even rest, Old Wang, who was standing nearby, eagerly pounced on her. Old Wang was a fat man,
his skin rough from years of working away from home, with sparse body hair on his chest, and
his penis, already a purplish-red, was hard beneath his large belly.

Old Wang lay down on the dining table, then lifted my mother onto his stomach, spread her snow-white
thighs, and aimed his erect penis at her vagina. With a slight pull, my mother slowly squatted down
on Old Wang's buttocks.

Old Wang steadied my mother's hips with his large hands, twisting his waist and thrusting his penis up and down, and my mother sank lower and lower under
the force . The glans of my mother's penis slowly moved forward inside her vagina, gradually parting the soft, moist walls of her
cunt . Thus, my mother's cunt was once again joined with Old Wang's large, fat penis.

From behind, two hairy thighs protruded from beneath her plump buttocks.
In front , a black penis was being swallowed and released from her vulva above her buttocks, the two testicles at the base of the penis
pressing tightly together with my mother's bobbing body.

My mother's floral dress had long been pushed up to her breasts, and the two full
nipples in her dark brown areolas were a sight to behold. My mother, her white buttocks raised, continued to stroke the old man's
penis . Exhausted from the prolonged intercourse, my mother began to roll her eyes back and stick out her cute little tongue.

At this moment, Lao Liu picked up his phone and said to my mother, "1, 2, 3, cheese!"

My mother was already somewhat confused. Hearing someone call her cheese, she thought it was a normal photo. She
brought her right hand to her face, made a V sign, and even forced a strange smile. In the photo, my mother was sitting
on Uncle Wang's stomach, her large breasts were somewhat indistinct due to the swaying, a black
penis was inserted between her legs, and her wet vulva was constantly secreting clear, sticky fluid.

After I finished eating and went back to my room, I fell into
a deep When I woke up, the hands of my watch were already pointing to 11 p.m. I hurriedly got
up and went to the dining room.

Uncle Wang and Uncle Liu had already left, and a strong, fishy smell of semen filled the dining room.
My mother, naked, lay quietly on the dining table, the long sexual intercourse had put her into a deep sleep. Her vulva was swollen
like a ripe peach, and a thick pool of old men's semen smeared on the table beneath it. Several chopsticks were inserted into my mother's
vagina , covered in grease and whitish mucus.

I pulled the chopsticks out of her vagina and wiped the semen and mucus off her entire body with a towel
. Looking at her flushed face, her tightly closed eyelids fluttering eyelashes, and her pouting lips, I
felt To protect me from harm, she had been repeatedly
raped by two middle-aged construction foremen, forced into positions she had never used with my father, her belly filled with filthy semen.

I also fell into a deep sleep, my head resting on the table. When I woke up, it was already noon the next day. I was lying on my bed in
my bedroom, and there was a note on the bedside table: "Xiaotong, Mom went to buy groceries. I'll make your
favorite braised pork tenderloin for lunch. Yesterday I was playing house with your Uncle Wang and Uncle Liu, so please don't forget..."
"Don't tell Dad. —From your loving mother." I clutched the note, my heart filled with mixed emotions.

At noon, Mom indeed made me braised pork tenderloin, while Dad, who had spent the night at the mahjong table, dragged his weary
figure home.

After lunch, I planned to start my homework; finals were approaching, and the weekend homework was piling up.

As I was furiously writing on my scratch paper, I heard a conversation coming from my parents' room. I quickly slipped into the closet
to eavesdrop.

"Ah Ling, I had really good luck in the first half of last night, but unfortunately, I changed positions in the second half and my cards went badly
… I almost got to buy you that necklace," my mom said tentatively, lying in bed.

"It's okay, as long as you're okay, we'll just live a good life as a family," my mom said abruptly
, leaving Dad puzzled. He thought Mom might be a little angry and quickly turned to look at her
.

"Don't be angry, I'll play less and spend more time with you in the future," my mother said, looking into my father's gentle eyes, a pang of sadness
in her heart . Her body had been defiled by many men,
and the semen of Uncle Wang and Uncle Liu still lingered in her womb, yet her husband was still so kind to her.

"I'm fine. You haven't slept all night, go and rest," my father said. Ever since the day my mother was humiliated by the migrant worker,
my wife had become increasingly gentle with him. She no longer complained, and her tone had become more and more
feminine . Looking at his wife, now over forty, although her figure wasn't as youthful as it once was, a mature woman's fullness
was truly beautiful. Her pert buttocks, full breasts, captivating eyes, delicate nose, and hair
like —all of this belonged only to him, her man.

My father suddenly felt incredibly happy. Although he wasn't doing well in life, his wife had been awarded the title
of First-Class Teacher and was a city-level Outstanding Youth. His wife was his pride.

My dad was still fooled by my mom. That pale, fleshy body across from him no longer belonged to him alone
. That pert buttocks had long since surrendered to several old men; those full breasts had been
played with by countless men's dirty hands; those captivating eyes, that delicate nose, those black pearl-like hair had been licked by many
men's tongues. This "public toilet," with its jade-like arms used as pillows by a thousand men and its lips tasted by ten thousand,
was cherished by my dad like a precious jewel.

My dad, a smile on his lips, fell into a deep sleep. My mom, however, fell into deep thought: she had a happy
and fulfilling family, a loving husband, and a bright and clever child; she couldn't destroy all of that with her own hands.
No , I will never again be coerced by those old scoundrels; I will never again submit to their advances.

Another two weeks passed. During this time, Lao Wang and his friends repeatedly harassed my mother, but each time she managed to
avoid them with an excuse, threatening to call the police if they continued. Lao Wang and his friends, somewhat
embarrassed and angry , yelled at my mother to "make things difficult for herself."

It was flag-raising time again, but I suddenly experienced severe stomach pain.
After asking Du Wei to ask the homeroom teacher for sick leave, I staggered towards my mother's office, leaning against the wall.

My mother is both a Chinese language teacher and the head of the ninth grade.
Because she is stern and unsmiling towards other male teachers, always maintaining a strictly businesslike demeanor. Some teachers were late and pleaded with my mother,
but she refused and deducted their wages.

As the head of the grade, she naturally has her own office. My mother's office has a large wooden
desk, and behind it is a bedroom with a separate bathroom.

I had just reached the door of my mother's office when I saw it was ajar. Standing in front of her desk was a
man in his thirties, tall and burly, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a large, prominent chest. It was
Mr. Song, the teacher my mother had scolded my father for not seeing him often.

This Mr. Song was nicknamed "Song the Second" because everyone in the school knew he was a womanizer and had slept with many women,
so rumors circulated that his penis was exceptionally large. He had come to our school as a director, but was demoted to a physical education teacher due to his lifestyle issues . This made him very robust, and because he had to teach
under the sun even in the summer , his skin was a deep bronze. 　　This physically imposing man had a lewd face. He had very little hair on his forehead, and his large, thieving eyes were always searching for the school's most beautiful girl or class beauty during PE class. 　　"Teacher Su, look at your stern face. We've been colleagues for a long time, please let me off the hook, I promise I won't do it again." 　　"No, the school has a clear rule against being late or leaving early, even if you're a senior, you can't be an exception." My mom didn't even glance at him, continuing to grading students' homework. 　　"Teacher Su, look at your figure, you look so young. You must take good care of yourself, much better than my husband." Seeing that direct words wouldn't work, Song Lao Er tried to flatter her first. 　　"Alright, alright, stop talking. There's no room for negotiation. Just be more careful in the future, don't be late or leave early, and you'll get your bonus." My mom looked up and said expressionlessly. 　　Song Lao Er was disappointed and left the house looking sullen. When he saw me standing by the door, he glared at me fiercely, while I went inside. When my mom saw me come in clutching my stomach, her previously cold face immediately melted, and her eyes filled with affection... 　　That day, my mom had a new male teacher send me home. I didn't go and just lay in bed sleeping. In my hazy dreams, I kept seeing my mother lying on the bed, her buttocks raised, with a fat middle-aged man kneeling behind her. His large belly was sparsely covered with black body hair, and his skin was a dark yellow, contrasting sharply with my mother's snow-white body. The middle-aged man was my Uncle Wang. Uncle Wang kept arching , the fat inside his large belly seemingly jiggling, his huge penis thrusting in and out of my mother's vagina. My mother's breasts hung in front of her chest, swaying back and forth. Uncle Wang's thick thighs slammed against my mother 's buttocks, making loud "slap slap" sounds. 　　At six o'clock in the evening, my mother said she had to work overtime and that there were leftovers from lunch in the refrigerator, so I should heat them up in the microwave myself . 　　After I finished eating, I read some comic books in my room. When I looked up, it was already ten o'clock, but my mother still hadn't returned. Bored, I leaned against the windowsill and looked down. 　　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter Six: Mother's Outdoor Exposure

My neighborhood is in a residential area, and there are very few pedestrians at night, especially in the cold winter when there are
even fewer. However, the view from my window is quite nice, facing a green area built by the government,
filled with all sorts of trees, surrounded by a ring of pine trees. But the government made a
fatal mistake during construction: they forgot to install lights in this green area, leaving the entire area pitch black at night
, with only the streetlights near the pine trees casting a pale yellow glow.

As I watched, a familiar figure rode a bicycle towards me from afar—it was my mother. She was wearing
a maroon cotton-padded coat and black women's trousers. She was wearing a mask, revealing only her beautiful
eyes.

Suddenly, a dilapidated van sped out from behind my mother, blocking her way.
Three burly men got out and dragged my mother and the bicycle into the van.

These three men were Old Wang, Old Jiang, and Old Liu. The three men wanted to
extort money , but she repeatedly refused. Enraged, they decided to teach her a lesson. They rented a van
and waited near the school gate, secretly following her to a secluded residential area before suddenly appearing.

My mother was pulled into the van, looking at the three men in panic. Recognizing them, she shouted angrily,
"Stop bothering me! I'll never contact you again! Let me out! Aren't you afraid I'll call the police?"

"You filthy bitch, don't be so stubborn! Always pretending to be so high and mighty, who's
been moaning under my crotch, hahaha!"

"Shut up! You're threatening me!"

"Alright, stop arguing with her, just strip her!" It turned out the three men planned to strip my mother naked and
throw her of the van to teach her a "lesson." My mother was no match for the three burly men and was quickly stripped
naked. Old Wang kicked her out of the van with his leather boot.

Then, the van, carrying my mother's clothes and bicycle, sped away.

My mother scrambled up, clutching her breasts, and looked around in panic.
Relieved she quickly ran behind a pine tree.

Just as I was about to call out to her from above, I saw four drunken thugs approaching from a short distance around the street corner.

These four men, dressed like Hong Kong gangsters, were holding broken bottles and shouting as they
walked towards my mother's hiding place.

Seeing them coming, my mother quickly hid behind the pine tree, constantly adjusting her position to
avoid them. But one of the thugs spotted her, and the four of them instantly surrounded her.

"Wow...woman...naked woman...oh oh oh!" the four slightly drunk men
shouted.

Sensing danger, my mother tried to run towards a streetlamp. But her body
was grabbed by , and the thugs and her bare body were pulled and tugged at each other. My mother, shivering in the cold wind,
was like a lamb surrounded by four men.

"Grab this woman!"

"Don't let her get away!"

"Take her out of the woods, quick!"

My mother was pulled further and further away from the street, soon being dragged deep into the green belt. I rushed downstairs and into the
green belt. Just as I entered, I heard a woman's cries, but they were instantly
drowned out by the lewd laughter of a group of men.

I used a tree as cover, watching everything unfold in the woods by the moonlight.

Dry branches creaked and groaned in the cold wind. My naked mother writhed and struggled helplessly among the crowd
.

A white figure repeatedly fell, rolled, and tripped on the ground, her long hair adorned
with fallen leaves that danced in the cold wind. The men beside her, like cats catching mice, watched
the naked woman on the ground, laughing incessantly.

At that moment, one of the thugs grabbed my mother from behind, while two others grabbed her struggling legs and forced her
to the ground. Her desperate eyes filled with tears.

"Please, let me go! I have money, my home is nearby, I'll get it for you in a bit
!"

"Who wants your worthless money? We're going to rape you!"

"Wow! Haha!"

Was my mother about to be gang-raped in the street by four thugs again? I wanted to run away, but how could I, a junior high student, possibly
be a match for these men? If I called the police, the
news of my mother being pinned down by these thugs, completely naked, would spread throughout the county in a few days.

By then, one of the slightly older thugs had taken off his cotton trousers, while the other three men
held my mother firmly to the ground. My mother was panting heavily, her large breasts heaving, and
goosebumps had formed on her vulva from the cold.

My mother's legs were spread apart by the thug who had pulled down his pants. Her two snow-white thighs suddenly twisted restlessly—
my mother was making a last-ditch struggle, a futile one.

The thug spat on his erect penis, then aimed it at my mother's vagina and slowly inserted
it . His strong thighs pressed against my mother's tender white body. My mother was about to cry out when one of the thugs
covered her mouth with his hand. My poor mother had finally been raped by another man.

The man increased the speed of his thrusting. The long-lost feeling of being enveloped in her vagina overwhelmed this lowly man's
senses. He gripped my mother's waist tightly, enjoying the body of a mature woman who had offered herself up.

Because there had been no foreplay, my mother's vagina was immediately penetrated by a penis. The pain made her see stars, but she couldn't scream
because a man's earthy hand covered her mouth. Her breasts
swayed with the thrusts of the man beneath her, her cleavage between the two dough-like mounds of flesh. At that moment,
both of her breasts were simultaneously grasped by the men's hands, who roughly kneaded my mother's breasts, ignoring
the woman's painful moans.

The thug thrusting into my mother was soon covered in sweat. He had dropped out of elementary school and spent his days wandering around with a group of
scoundrels , usually spending small sums of money to satisfy his desires with shampoo girls. But today,
a respectable woman was struggling beneath him.

My mother was a college graduate, the apple of her grandparents' eye since childhood, and considered herself a social elite.
Ying, now, was being raped by such a lowly scoundrel. This scoundrel had never been with such a beautiful
woman in his life. Looking at the woman's brown areolas and the black nipples on them, and feeling the woman's struggling
waist, he suddenly felt an itch under his glans. His scrotum instantly began to swell, and a stream of white semen
shot out from the urethral opening of his penis, shooting into the uterus of this virtuous woman.

He reluctantly withdrew his limp penis, dug around inside my mother's vagina with his hand, and then put it in his mouth and smacked his lips.

The other three scoundrels quickly pounced on her one after another. Although my mother had been
played with by more than ten migrant workers with their fingers before, those were just fingers, much thinner than the thick, black penises of men.

My mother's genitals had never been penetrated by so many
penises , and they quickly became red and swollen. Her plump labia were turned inside out with the thrusting of the penises into my mother's vagina.

My mother's eyes rolled back in pain.

These thugs showed no mercy, forcefully thrusting into my mother's genitals. My mother's mouth was no longer
gagged; instead, a man's penis was inserted. My mother tasted the stench of urine in her mouth, her stomach
churned , and she tried to vomit, but the man held her down firmly.

Later, several men flipped her over, forcing her to kneel on the ground to be gang-raped. My mother was always simultaneously
penetrated by two penises, one into her upturned buttocks, and the other into her cherry-like mouth.

Thus, four thugs who hadn't touched a woman's body in a long time ravaged my mother,
leaving their foul-smelling semen in her mouth and stomach. After

venting their lust on my mother, the four men threw her naked aside and pulled up their pants.

They then inserted the broken bottle they had been holding into my mother's vagina.

"It's in! It's in!" one man shouted excitedly. "Push it in further, push harder!" Another
man clapped his hands, showing no regard for the woman's delicate genitals, only seeing it as a
fleshy hole that could hold anything.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Stop! It hurts. Please, stop! Waaah!" My mother was
held down by several men, forced to twist her round, white buttocks, trying to squeeze the bottle out of her vagina.

The broken green bottle slowly entered my mother's vagina, the remaining contents mixed with
the men's saliva flowing deep into her vagina...

After a while, the thugs lost interest and, fearing the police would come, got up, dusted themselves off, and
kicked my mother, who was sprawled on the ground.

"You filthy bitch, we're leaving. That bottle is yours. Take it out whenever you want someone to fuck you, haha."

My mother was now lying on the ground, a green bottle between her legs, stretching her vaginal opening to
the size of a tennis ball, the pain causing her to break out in a cold sweat.

A while later, my mother slowly sat up and pulled the bottle out of her lower body. Afraid that my mother would find out I
had seen her being gang-raped, I quietly ran home, turned off the lights, and hid under the covers.

After a while, my mother, who had been hiding, finally entered the building. Listening to the sounds in the hallway, I slowly
closed my eyes…

Chapter Seven: The Gang Rape Feast at School

In the following days, my mother learned her lesson and never came home so late again. However, the Provincial Department of Education was coming to
inspect the grassroots level, and as the head of the third-year junior high school, my mother had to work overtime to check the work. If she only
worked , it would definitely be too late. So
she simply stayed at school at night. But my father was playing cards at the teahouse, and my mother was worried that it would be dangerous for me to be home alone. So she told me to go directly to her office to do my homework after school and stay in
her office .

My mother's bedroom had a single bed. Every night, my mother would wear her underwear and hold me while I slept. I felt
the warmth of her body, her plump, soft breasts pressing against my head, and
the scent of a mature woman filling my nostrils. But I'm not as innocent as I was when I was little. Every time I'm in my mother's loving embrace, I think about
how her fair body is being violated by men.

One weekday evening, my mother and I were in the office again. I was doing my homework while she
was working .

"Xiaotong, I'm going to the toilet." My mother stopped writing and walked towards the bathroom in the bedroom.

Just then, I felt a slight pain in my stomach, probably from catching a chill.

"Mom, I'm going to the toilet too, I'll go to the one in the hallway," I called out to the inner room. My mother hummed in agreement, and I
pushed open the door and went out. A cold wind blew through the hallway, and I, wearing only a sweater,
shivered . Turning right, I saw
that the light was on in Director Ma's office, Ma the Big-Butt's office.

I rushed into the toilet and chose the innermost stall. Just as I was about to flush, the toilet door opened, followed by
the sound of leather shoes splashing in the puddles, and then a deep male voice rang out.

"Alright, alright, I know, that old slut is in her office, and I think her son is there too."

This guy was actually talking about my mom and me; there shouldn't be anyone else at school.

"Okay, I know, I'll go open the door for you guys in a bit. That old bitch looks like she's forty,
but she's well-maintained, that ass is big and perky, it's really fun to fuck her." Hearing this, I secretly peeked through the crack in the toilet
stall and saw the man's back outside; he was urinating into the urinal.

Although I only saw his back, I knew this man all too well—Song Lao Er.

"How did I know? Director Ma told me. How did he know? Heh heh, I got him
drunk a few days ago, and he told me he drugged and raped this slut a few months ago, but the slut doesn't know about it...
"

My mind went blank. The photo Du Wei showed me was of my mother!
My mother had been with another man all along, and she was completely unaware. But who was Song Lao Er
talking to on the phone, and why was he talking about us? I was totally confused.

Song Lao Er hung up and left the restroom. After a while, I also left the cold, damp restroom and went back to my
mother's office.

My mother had already come out of the restroom, engrossed in her work. Hearing the door open, she looked up, saw me, and smiled.

I had already finished my homework and was idly pacing around the room.

The room was pitch black.

"The power's out, isn't it? Stay here and don't move. I'll go check it out," my mother said, wearing a down jacket and using
the backlight to open the door between the bedroom and the hallway.

The moment she opened the door, eight masked men, all dressed in camouflage, rushed in. I instantly
understood what was happening. It turned out that Song Lao Er had been conspiring with his cronies to
rape my mother, and Ma Da Pi Tu (Big Buttocks) must be among them.

Sure enough, there was a fat man among them with a particularly large butt. I also recognized Song Lao Er;
I remembered his eyes from the glare he'd given me a few days ago.

I was immediately tied up with a rope prepared by one of them and thrown onto a chair. My
mother's down jacket had been thrown to the ground, and Song Lao Er was tearing at her pink sweater.

"Rip!" The sweater parted at the neck, leaving a large tear, and Song Lao Er used it to pull
my mother's sweater off. My mother was only wearing a white bra underneath, and her slightly fleshy
belly was visible beneath it, particularly noticeable in the moonlight.

Ma Da Pigu, who had circled behind her, grabbed a pair of scissors and cut her bra
strap sending it sprawling to the floor. Her two full breasts popped out, and all the men in the room
, including myself, were aroused by the sight.

My mother frantically covered her breasts with her hands, but Song Lao Er began to pull down her pants. Without her hands to protect them, her
outer pants and thermal underwear were quickly ripped off, revealing white women's thongs
with a few pubic hairs at the edge. My mother flailed her arms, screaming loudly, trying to escape the men's
clutches . The men were well-prepared and had a clear division of labor; several men held down my mother's thighs and body.

Ma Da Pigu then swung his scissors, cutting my mother's underwear in half, and Song Lao Er pulled the underwear
away from her body. The men all stared at my mother's genitals, the swollen, mountain-like
area between her legs covered in a thick layer of pubic hair.

All the men's breathing grew heavy, and my mother screamed, "Help!" But
the person on duty at the school was Song Lao Er; to whom could my mother cry for help? Today, her fate was sealed—to be gang-raped.

My mother's body was pressed against the work table, her trembling body appearing pale in the moonlight.
The reddish-brown areolas on her breasts were spreading, and her nipples were beginning to erect. My mother already knew her fate.

At this moment, the leader of the group, Ma Da Pitou, came around from behind my mother, his belly protruding. My mother glanced at him
slightly , and the man holding her down, assuming she had given up resisting, didn't notice. But
my mother kicked hard with her thigh, breaking free from his large hand, and her small foot kicked Ma Da Pitou's round belly.

"Fuck your mother, you dare kick me, you filthy bitch!" My mother was held down tightly again. At this moment, Ma Da
Pigu grabbed my mother's hair from the side, pulled her head up, and slapped her several times
. My mother felt dizzy, and her fair face swelled up. Ma Da Pigu punched my mother in
the stomach again. My mother groaned and stopped moving.

Then, the two people holding my mother's thighs forcibly spread her legs, exposing her tightly closed
vulva .

Although my mother's breasts were starting to react, her vulva was not yet wet. Her high, firm breasts
heaved violently with her rapid breathing due to pain. My mother's hands and feet were held down by several large hands, and she
could not . Her eyes showed less panic and fear and more despair.

Ma Da Pigu looked at the fair and white flesh of this respectable mature woman in front of him and felt as if his whole body was on fire.
Last time , I drugged her tea and then raped her in the office, getting my hands on her. But that time, my mom was like an
inflatable doll, not exciting at all. And I didn't dare tell anyone afterward, until last week
when I was drunk and told Song Lao Er about it. The two drunk men hit it off and decided to gather some cronies to
rape my mom.

He couldn't wait to touch my mom's genitals; her slightly raised labia majora and thick pubic hair
constantly stimulated his lust. Under Ma Da Pigu's touch, my mom's vulva became slightly
moist.

"Please, spare me," my mom cried out, twisting her hips in pain, the only part of her body she
could move. Her mind was beginning to break down, and she didn't even recognize two of her
colleagues among these people. Tears were already dripping from the corners of her eyes; my mom knew that a brutal gang rape was about to begin.

Ma Da Pigu extended his middle finger and inserted it into my mom's vagina; the familiar warmth gave him even more
lust. And…her vagina was already wet.

“Haha, this slut is already wet! I thought she was any different from the other bitches!”
Laughter erupted from the surrounding men, their eyes bloodshot as they stared intently at the lamb-like body. Their
penises were fully erect, and pre-ejaculate was already secreting fluid.

Ma Da Pizi pulled his pants down to his knees, revealing two thick, hairy thighs.
Between his dull, yellowish thighs was his erect penis, the reddish-purple glans rubbing against my mother's vulva. My
mother's mons pubis was plump and white, with a deep, canyon-like crevice in the middle, from which clear
, glistening fluid continuously secreted as the man's glans rubbed against her.

I was tightly bound by ropes, watching my mother walk step by step into the abyss. I wanted to stop them, but it
was impossible. A rag was stuffed in my mouth; I didn't even have the power to shout.

Ma Da Pigu began to grasp his penis, aiming the tip at my mother's vaginal opening. My mother sensed
what was about to happen.

"No...don't do this...I beg you...please let me go...I...I
..." my mother pleaded, her voice trembling with sobs, but these men, blinded by lust, paid no heed to her helplessness.

Ma Da Pigu's penis slowly penetrated my mother's vagina.
The instant , she trembled violently, twisting her head frantically, her hair scattered across the desk.

The full moon was exceptionally bright tonight, its light streaming through the window into the room. My mother sobbed softly, surrounded
by the men's rapid, heavy breathing. The penis that had penetrated her was halfway in, its thick, dark shaft stretching...
The exposed flesh, so delicate, seemed so fragile.

Ma Da Pigu felt his glans slowly pry open my mother's vagina, his penis tightly
enveloped , the sensitive area of his glans giving him immense pleasure. He watched my mother's trembling breasts, comfortably
thinking that such a usually stern woman was beneath him—it was truly wonderful.

My mother lay naked on the desk, the stinging sensation in her lower body accompanied by waves of pleasure. She felt
her muscles contract, her vagina becoming even wetter. She closed her eyes tightly, silently enduring Ma Da Pigu's
release on her.

"This bitch's wet...she's had a baby...and fucking...so tight...so good," Ma
Da Pigu said with pleasure, thrusting forward repeatedly. He stood between my mother's legs, his
fat his thick, powerful waist slapping against my mother's naked body.

As my mother's vagina became increasingly wet, Ma Da Pigu's penis thrust in and out more smoothly, feeling
the pressure of her vaginal walls on his glans, he growled softly.

"This... rotten bitch... is so fucking tight... so much water in her cunt... I've never... fucked
... such a good woman before." Ma Da Pigu thrust about a hundred more times, probably unable to bear
the stimulation to his brain from his lower body and senses, he suddenly pressed tightly against my mother's vulva, his grayish scrotum
flattened by the two bodies, one black and one white, his testicles twitching, about several tens of seconds later. He slowly withdrew his penis,
sat down on a chair beside him, panting heavily, his large belly rolling.

"That was fucking good... this bitch is really fun to fuck... you guys should try it." Ma Da Pigu tugged at his
now limp penis and said with a grin.

Song Lao Er had already walked between my mother's legs and pulled down his pants. He was secretly smug.
A few days he had no classes that morning and was only a dozen minutes late, yet this slut docked his bonus. That day, when he begged her,
she remained coldly aloof on her desk, not even glancing at him, treating him like a passing breeze. Now, this
cold, aloof Director Su was stripped naked, her pale flesh trembling incessantly, her wet vulva continuously
leaking white semen onto the floor. He was about to have sex with this usually high-and-mighty beauty; how could he not be excited!

Unlike Ma Da's ass, Song Lao Er's legs were very strong, covered in solid muscles, his skin a bronze hue from
long-term sun exposure, a stark contrast to my mother's alabaster buttocks. One dark, one fair;
one a high-and-mighty, cold-and-aloof grade director; the other a humble physical education
teacher . Two people of vastly different statuses were about to begin a thrilling piston-like act.

Song Lao Er didn't rush to penetrate my mother's vagina. Instead, he gently stroked her wet genitals,
his hand lingering between her delicate abdomen and perineum, sometimes touching her thick labia, sometimes pinching
her snow-white buttocks. Then he lay on top of my mother, his purplish-black penis pressing against her thighs, and began
to suckle her breasts, just like I drank my mother's milk when I was a child.

My mother felt Song Lao Er's tongue gently licking the tips of her nipples, a sensation that was both numb and itchy. Next,
Song Lao Er grasped my mother's breasts with his hands, lewdly kneading them. My mother's usually cherished breasts were
squeezed into various shapes by a pair of large, dark hands. My mother felt the force of Song Lao Er's hands was extremely fierce,
definitely the gentleness her husband usually showed, but instead, it excited her even more, a wave of pleasure washing over her.

Song Lao Er's square face was buried deep in my mother's cleavage, inhaling her body's fragrance. His right hand roamed
restlessly over my mother's vulva, focusing particularly on her wet slit. My mother was overwhelmed with shame
; on one hand, she was being touched by a man other than her husband, yet on the other hand, she experienced a
pleasure unlike anything she felt during sex with him. She tried to control the excitement in her brain, but her body only grew hotter.

Song Lao Er was no saint, nor was he like a Japanese AV actor who could play foreplay for half an hour. This was
a genuine rape; he was about to defile a beautiful, usually stern-faced school principal. He
gripped his penis, thumb against the glans, his left hand pressing against my mother's clitoris. His thick, yellow fingers parted her
labia minora, and with a "plop," the purplish-black glans slid into her pink vulva. My mother was beginning to be defiled by
a second man.

The hot, thick penis forced its way through the already wet vagina, probing deeper into the depths. In an instant, Song Lao Er's large
penis completely disappeared into my mother's pubic hair, his damp testicles pressed against her perineum. My mother had given up
struggling, sadly accepting the man's gratification on her body. Song Lao Er grabbed my mother's plump buttocks,
thrusting forward forcefully, repeatedly pumping in and out of her little pussy, finding it incredibly pleasurable.
Inside the warm, moist vagina, the purplish-black glans rubbed back and forth against my mother's vaginal walls. The vaginal walls, feeling
the friction of the hard glans's coronal sulcus, secreted more fluid, facilitating the smoothness of the piston-like movements.

Song Lao Er wasn't in a hurry like Ma Da Pi Tu; he slowly thrust in and out of my mother's pussy, his lewd
eyes fixed on the beautiful mature woman beneath him. My mother's eyes were tightly closed, still moist at the corners, with two obvious tear tracks on
her cheeks . His dark, engorged penis slowly
moved back and forth among the dense pubic hair of both men and women. White or clear secretions flowed continuously from their joined bodies,
some even trickling down my mother's buttocks.

With each thrust, my mother's vagina became even more slippery and wet, welcoming Song Lao Er's penis. Song Lao Er
could now insert his entire penis into my mother's womb, causing her to moan again. My mother's delicate hands
symbolically pressed against Song Lao Er's lower abdomen, trying to stop his penis from going so deep, but to no avail.

Song Lao Er grinned smugly, watching the beauty beneath him "gently"
"caress" his lower abdomen, further arousing his lust. He released my mother's buttocks and began kneading her
breasts, occasionally shouting, "You filthy bitch, your cunt is so tight, it feels so good!"

I saw my mother's muscles begin to twitch, and her vaginal opening seemed to contract, tightly gripping Song
Lao Er 's penis. It seemed my mother had once again been brought to orgasm by another man.

Reaching her climax, my mother couldn't help but moan; the sound made the men in the room
feel weak . A small puddle of fluid had already accumulated on the desk, and some men picked up a small strand of fluid with their fingers and put it in their mouths.
Feeling the fluids from my mother's body, my tongue tasted a salty, sour, and slightly musky flavor.

The air in my mother's office was already somewhat lewd, the room echoing with
the sounds of male and female genitalia colliding, men's roars and breathing, and my mother's tingling moans. Listening to these sounds,
my still-developing penis became rock hard.

Song Lao Er wasn't made of iron, and his penis wasn't a toy; he finally couldn't hold back any longer. His
buttocks began to contract and twitch, and thick semen shot out from his urethra, flowing into my mother's uterus. After
lingering in my mother's vagina for another minute, Song Lao Er reluctantly withdrew his penis, leaving that warm nest, giving
my mother's still-open and closing vulva to someone else.

The next person couldn't wait any longer, pouncing on my mother, biting her breasts, thrusting
his penis a few times, and then penetrating my mother's vagina. Watching from the sidelines had already heightened his nerves, and
now that he had possessed this voluptuous middle-aged beauty, his excitement only intensified. Like a bull
, he thrust relentlessly into my mother's vagina, causing her to grimace in pain.

My mother remained with her eyes closed, enduring the defilement of the third man.
The dried fluid from their intercourse fossa clung to her body, emitting a foul odor. Her large breasts swayed with each
violent thrust. A brutal gang rape was unfolding before my eyes, a stark contrast
to the fictional scenes in Japanese AVs—a real, blatant act, and the woman was my beloved mother.

Due to his recklessness, the man quickly ejaculated inside my mother.

I watched silently, counting how many men had begun to rape her. The men were all
blinded by lust, showing no mercy whatsoever. Finally, the eighth and last man inserted
his penis into my mother's vagina; it was already the early hours of the next day. My mother's swollen and congested vulva
emitted a foul stench, a mixture of urine and other indescribable smells. Her vaginal opening, weakened by
prolonged intercourse, could no longer close; her two wet labia majora drooped listlessly. Inside,
pink flesh was mixed with white fluid—the semen the men had ejaculated inside her.

The last man finally ejaculated inside her; it was already one in the morning. I
thought these men would leave after they'd finished, but I was wrong. The men
stripped naked, each with a penis still attached to their genitals, some
still bearing traces of vaginal secretions and their own semen.

My mother stared blankly out the window. A crow flew by in the bright moonlight, seemingly mocking her.

My mother felt as if her bones were falling apart; her thighs, tense from the prolonged strain, began to
cramp .

My mother, however, had no time to pay attention to any of this. Thinking the gang rape was over, she saw the men
leering approached her again… The real show was just beginning.

Several men lifted my mother off the table, like carrying a dead pig, and threw her onto the bed in the inner bedroom. They

then bound her hands and feet with ropes, securing them firmly to the iron railings at the front and back of the bed. Now, my mother lay flat on
the bed , her arms in an embracing position, her thighs almost at a 180-degree angle,
exposing her vulva, which was constantly oozing white semen.

Between her legs was completely sticky and fluid; the white semen, cooled on the outside,
clung to her pubic hair like paste, emitting a foul odor. Ma Da Pigu, disgusted by the smell and filth,
wiped her genitals with a damp towel.

My mother was already sore and weak all over, her limbs strapped to the bed and unable to move. Seeing Ma Da Pipi approaching her
again, she weakly begged, "Please... let me go... I can't take it anymore... if you keep going... I'm really
going to die ... please... spare me."

The man, at the peak of his lust, paid no heed to my mother's pleas. He straightened his penis, saw my mother's
swollen, wide-open vagina, and effortlessly thrust it into her .

I sat on a chair opposite the bedroom door, watching the man's buttocks arch between my mother's thighs.
After while, the man let out a muffled roar, his buttocks twitching as he ejaculated. Then a second man
entered her, completely ignoring my mother's pleas. A large pool of white semen had formed on the floor in front of the bed,
and the genitals of the man and woman still dripped from it.

Finally, after all the buttocks of varying sizes and shades of black had arched in front of my mother, she got
a brief respite. My mother's vaginal opening was wider than before, and the pubic hair on her vulva was covered in
a tangled mess of semen from different men. The tender flesh inside her vagina kept
squeezing out large amounts of semen from her stomach.

My mother pleaded, saying her bladder was sore and she needed to go to the toilet. Ma Da Pigu agreed, but only if she urinated under their
watchful eyes. They untied my mother and helped her to her feet.

As soon as she stood up, she felt a sudden downward pull in her lower body, her legs trembled, and a large pool of semen flowed out of her vagina like
tap water . The men laughed loudly and helped my mother into the toilet.

I struggled to get up from the chair, crawled to the bedroom door, and peered into the toilet. The toilet was
a squat toilet. My mother asked the men to leave, but they showed no intention of leaving; instead,
they watched my mother with great interest.

My mother couldn't bear the pain in her bladder, so she squatted down, her bare feet on either side of the toilet, but with so
many people watching her, she couldn't urinate. Big Ma was very experienced with women, and had even
urinated on prostitutes at nightclubs. He poked my mother's round belly with his finger, and "whoosh," a stream of golden urine
shot out from her urethra.

My mother had never... (The sentence is incomplete and ends abruptly).

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