My poor mother (5)

Chapter Five: The Warmth of Home

Winter nights come early, a cold wind whips the trembling branches, and few pedestrians

grace the streets. The few who do pass by hurry home.

Home is a synonym for warmth. Evenings are the time for a family of three to reunite

. A husband who has toiled all day returns home to his loving wife and adorable, playful child, and all his weariness vanishes

.

Now, the neighborhood is bathed in warm light, families are having dinner, chatting about

the day's events, wives looking at their husbands with happiness, and petting their playful children—what a beautiful scene

!

My family used to be like that, but ever since my father developed a gambling addiction, he only comes home for dinner at the end of the month when he's broke

. My mother, though unhappy that her husband gambles 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.

But today, although my dad didn't come home, those two bastards, Lao Wang and Lao Liu, took

his place . They not only inserted their penises into the holes only my dad could enjoy, but now they're sitting naked

in the dining room, drinking beer.

The two wooden European-style chairs are struggling to support their bloated bodies. My mom, on the other hand, is wearing a

white undershirt and a blue floral dress, cooking in the kitchen. She's completely naked underneath,

except for a pair of white cotton socks on her feet.

My mom initially demanded that Lao Wang and Lao Liu get out, or she would call the police. But those 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 mom had no choice but to go to the kitchen to cook for me and the two men.

My mom's wet hair clung to her forehead and neck, and her beautiful eyes were filled with resentment. Waves of pain

kept coming from three-hour marathon gang rape had left my mom's whole body aching,

and her nipples were swollen and red from being bitten.

I sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV, thinking about my next move. I had originally planned to help

my mother cook in the kitchen, but within three steps of her, a stench of sweat and odor assaulted my nostrils, making me

want to vomit. This was a smell I had never heard from my mother before, as she usually exuded a fresh, clean scent. The two old men, however,

seemed oblivious to the stench, as they were usually covered in a mixture of sweat and tobacco odor and had

n't unusual. So they would occasionally go into the kitchen to check on my mother's progress.

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 putting food on my plate. Her eyes were filled with

doting affection, portraying the image of a loving mother. But under the table, the two old

men , and their thick, yellow fingers were constantly teasing my mother's thick labia, occasionally inserting into the dark red slit between them.

My mother's genitals became wet again after a while.

After I finished eating, the two old men coaxed me back into the house. Without my watchful eye, they

no longer held back. After my mother put the bowls and plates in the kitchen, Old Liu picked her up and

placed on the dining table.

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 two lustful

men leaving, unaware that their penises 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 that 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 shoot. 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 drowsy 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, pungent smell of semen filled the dining room.

My mother, naked, lay quietly on the table, her deep sleep lingering from the prolonged intercourse. Her vulva was swollen

like a ripe peach, and a thick pool of old men's semen smeared on the table beneath her. Several chopsticks were inserted into my mother's

vagina , covered in grease and whitish mucus from the food.

I pulled the chopsticks out of my mother's vagina and used a towel to wipe the semen and mucus off her entire body

. 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 contractors, forced into positions she had never used with my father, her belly filled with filthy semen.

I also fell into a deep sleep at 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 you your

favorite braised pork tenderloin for lunch. Yesterday I was playing house with your Uncle Wang and Uncle Liu. Don't

worry about it , and don't tell Dad. — Love, Mom." I held the note, feeling a mix of emotions.

My mom did indeed make me braised pork tenderloin for lunch, and my dad, who had been playing cards all night, dragged his tired

figure home.

After lunch, I planned to start doing my homework. Final exams were approaching, and the weekend homework was getting heavier.

I was writing furiously on my scratch paper when I heard my parents talking in their room. I quickly crawled into the closet

to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"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 to my dad, lying in bed.

"It's alright, I'm just glad you're okay. Let's just live a good life as a family of three," my mom

said abruptly, which puzzled my

dad. He thought she might be a little angry, so he quickly turned to look at her.

"Don't be angry. I'll play less and spend more time with you," my mom said, looking into my dad'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 dad said. Ever since the day my mom was humiliated by the migrant worker, my dad

felt his wife was becoming increasingly gentle with him. She no longer complained, and her tone was becoming 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 dad suddenly felt incredibly happy, even though he wasn't doing so well in life. His wife had been promoted to

a first-class teacher and was a city-level outstanding youth. She was his pride.

It seemed my dad had been deceived by my mom. That white, fleshy body across from him no longer belonged to him alone

. That pert buttocks had long since submitted to several old men; those full breasts had been

played with by countless men's dirty hands; those charming 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 by a thousand men and its lips tasted by ten thousand,

was treated like a precious gem by my dad.

A smile played on my lips as my dad fell into a deep sleep. My mom, however, was lost in 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 colleague, you're not an exception." My mother didn't even glance at him, continuing to grading students' assignments. 　　"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. 　　"Alright, alright, stop talking. There's no turning back. Just be more careful in the future, don't be late or leave early, and you'll get your bonus." My mother looked up, expressionless. 　　Song Lao Er, feeling deflated, left the house looking sullen. Seeing me standing by the door, he glared at me fiercely, while I went inside. When my mother saw me come in clutching my stomach, her previously cold face immediately melted, her eyes filled with affection…

That day, my mother had a new male teacher send me home. I didn't

go lay in bed sleeping. In my hazy dreams, I kept seeing my mother lying on the bed, her buttocks sticking up,

with a fat middle-aged man kneeling behind her. His large belly was covered with sparse black body hair, and his skin was

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 seemed to be shaking constantly, and his big penis was

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 a loud "slap slap" sound.

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 put them in the microwave to heat up

myself .

After I finished eating, I read some comic books in my room for a while. When I looked up, it was already ten o'clock, but my mom still hadn't

come back. Bored, I leaned against the windowsill and looked down.

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