My poor mother (7)

Chapter Seven: The Gang Rape Feast at School

In the following days, my mother learned her lesson and never came home that late again. However, the Provincial Department of Education was coming to

inspect the grassroots level, and as the head of the ninth grade, 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 alone at home. So she told me to go directly to her office to do my homework after school and sleep with her in

the office bedroom at night.

The bed in my mother's bedroom was a single bed. Every night, my mother would wear her underwear and hold me while I slept. I could feel

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 was no longer as innocent as I was when I was a child. Every time I was in my mother's loving embrace, I would think of

the scene of my mother's white body being raped by men.

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

was working , and the fragrance of her hair would occasionally waft into my nose.

"Xiaotong, I'm going to the toilet." My mom stopped writing and walked towards the bathroom in the inner room of 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 mom hummed in response, and I

pushed open the door and went out. A cold wind blew through the hallway, and I, wearing only a sweater,

shivered ran all the way to the toilet at the end of the hallway. Turning right, I saw that Director Ma's

office, the one with the big buttocks, was also lit.

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 stepping on puddles, and 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 person was actually talking about my mom and me; there couldn't be anyone else in the school.

"Okay, I got it. I'll open the door for you guys in a bit. That old bitch is supposed to be forty , but

she's well-maintained. Her 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 recognized him immediately—Song Lao Er.

"How do 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 she doesn't know anything about it...

"

My mind went blank. The photo Du Wei showed me was of my mother!

My mother had been slept with by 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 my mother and me? I was totally confused.

Song Lao Er hung up and left the toilet. After a while, I also left the cold, damp toilet and returned to my

mother's office.

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

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

The room was pitch black.

"The power's out, isn't it? Stay here and don't move. I'll go check," my mom said, wearing a down jacket and using

the backlight her phone 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 conspired with his cronies to

rape my mom, and Ma Da Pi Tu (Big Butt) 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 after he glared at me a few days ago.

I was immediately tied up with a rope prepared by one of them and thrown onto a chair. My

mom's down jacket was already on the floor, and Song Lao Er was tearing at her pink sweater.

With a "rip," a small tear, about the size of a palm, appeared in the sweater from the neckline, and Song Lao Er used this tear to pull

my mother's sweater off. My mother was only wearing a white bra underneath, and her slightly fleshy

belly was exposed, particularly noticeable in the moonlight.

Ma Da Pigu, who had come around behind my mother, grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the bra

strap to the floor. Her two round breasts sprang out, and all the men in the room

, including myself, were already aroused at the sight.

My mother panicked and covered her breasts with her hands, but Song Lao Er began to pull down her pants. Without my mother's hands to protect them, her

outer pants and thermal underwear were quickly torn off, revealing white women's thongs underneath,

with a few pubic hairs still visible at the edge. My mother waved her arms and screamed 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 Pitou swung his scissors again, cutting my mother's underwear in half. Song Lao Er, standing in front, yanked the underwear

away from her body. The men all stared at my mother's genitals, the large, protruding

area between her legs covered in thick pubic hair.

All the men's breathing quickened. My mother screamed, "Help!" But

Song Lao Er was on duty at the school; who could she call for help? Today, she was destined to be gang-raped.

My mother's body was pressed against the worktable, 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, Ma Da Pitou, the leader of the group, walked around from behind my mother, his belly protruding. My mother glanced at him

slightly , but the man holding her down assumed she had given up resisting and didn't notice. As a result

, my mother kicked hard with her thigh, breaking free from his large hand, and kicked Ma Da Pigu's round belly with her small foot.

"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 became red and swollen. Ma Da Pigu punched my mother in

the stomach again. My mother groaned and stopped moving.

At this moment, the two men holding my mother's thighs forcibly pried them apart, exposing her tightly clenched

vulva .

Although my mother's breasts were beginning to react, her vulva was still dry. 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, rendering her completely

immobile . Her eyes showed less panic and fear and more despair.

Ma Da Pigu stared at the fair, white flesh of this respectable mature woman before him, feeling as if his entire body was on fire.

Last time he had drugged her tea and raped her in the office, obtaining her body. But that time, my mother was

like an inflatable doll, offering no stimulation whatsoever. Moreover, he hadn't dared to mention it to anyone afterward, until last week when he was drunk

and told Song Lao Er about it. At that time, the two drunken men hit it off and decided to gather some cronies to

rape my mother.

He eagerly began to caress my mother's genitals; the slightly raised labia majora and thick pubic hair

constantly aroused his lust. Under Ma Da Pigu's caresses, my mother's vulva became slightly

moist.

"Please, spare me," my mother cried out, twisting her hips in pain—the only part of her body she

could move. Her mind was beginning to break down; she didn't even recognize two of her

colleagues among these men. Tears began to fall from the corners of her eyes; my mother knew a brutal gang rape was about to begin.

Ma Da Pigu extended his middle finger and inserted it into my mother's vagina; the familiar warmth fueled his

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 Pigu pulled his pants down to his knees, revealing two fat, hairy thighs.

Between his dull, sallow thighs was an erect penis, its head, already reddish-purple, rubbing against my mother's vulva. My

mother's mons pubis was plump and white, with a bright red slit in the deep, canyon-like center, from which

clear, glistening fluid secreted as the man's glans rubbed.

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, denying me even the power to scream.

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

moment , she trembled violently, twisting her head wildly, 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 heavy, rapid breathing of men. The penis, thick and dark, had already penetrated halfway into her vagina,

stretching open previously exposed opening, appearing so delicate.

Ma Da Pigu felt the glans slowly pushing 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 pain 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 upon her.

"This bitch's wet...she's had kids...and she's fucking...so tight...it feels so good," Ma

Da's ass thrust forward with each stroke, smugly saying. He stood between my mother's legs, his

fat trembling, the sound of his thick, powerful waist slapping against my mother's naked body.

As my mother's vagina became increasingly wet, Ma Da's penis thrust in and out more smoothly, feeling

the pressure of my mother's vaginal walls on his glans, growling softly.

"This...rotten bitch...so fucking tight...so much water in her cunt...I've never...done

...this good woman before." Ma Da's ass 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, his testicles twitching, and after about several tens of seconds, he slowly withdrew his penis,

sat down on a chair beside him, panting heavily, his large belly rolling.

"Damn, that feels so good... This bitch is really fun to fuck... You guys should try it!" Ma Da Pi Gu tugged at his

already 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 extremely proud of himself.

A few days he didn't have class in the morning and was only a dozen minutes late, but this slut deducted his bonus. That day, when he begged her,

she was still coldly sitting on the table, not even glancing at him, treating him like a passing breeze. Now, this

cold and aloof Director Su was completely naked, her white flesh trembling incessantly, her wet cunt constantly

dripping white semen onto the ground. He was about to fuck this usually high and mighty beauty, how could he not be excited!

Unlike Ma Da Pi Gu, Song Lao Er's legs were very strong, covered with solid muscles, and his skin was bronze from

long-term sun exposure, forming a stark contrast with my mother's alabaster buttocks. One in black,

one in white; a usually aloof and cold grade headmaster, the other a humble PE

teacher . Two people of vastly different social standing were about to embark on a thrilling act of passion.

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 her, his purplish-black penis pressing against her thighs, and began

sucking on her breasts, just like I had drunk 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 both tingling and itchy. Then,

Song Lao Er grasped my mother's breasts in his hands, lewdly kneading them. My mother's usually cherished breasts were...

A pair of large, dark hands squeezed and shaped. My mother felt the force of Song Lao Er's hands was extremely fierce,

unlike the gentleness her husband usually showed. Instead, she became even more excited, a surge of pleasure washing over her.

Song Lao Er's square face was buried deep in my mother's cleavage, inhaling her body 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, and on the other hand, she experienced a pleasure different from that she felt when making love with her husband

. She tried hard to control the excited nerves in her brain, but her body, which she couldn't resist, grew increasingly hot.

Song Lao Er was not a 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 headmistress at school. He

gripped his penis, thumb pressing 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 vagina. My mother was being violated by

a second man.

The hot penis pushed open her already wet vagina, probing deeper into the opening. In an instant, Song Lao Er's large

penis disappeared completely into my mother's pubic hair, his wet 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 vagina, enjoying himself immensely.

Inside the warm, moist vagina, the purplish-black glans rubbed against the vaginal walls, the walls feeling

the friction of the hard glans's coronal sulcus, secreting more fluid to facilitate the piston-like motion.

Unlike Ma Da Pigu, Song Lao Er wasn't impatient. He slowly thrust in and out of my mother's vagina, 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 penis slowly

moved back and forth among the dense pubic hair, and white or clear secretions flowed from their joined parts,

some even trickling down my mother's buttocks.

As the thrusting continued, my mother's vagina became even smoother and wetter, welcoming Song Lao Er's penis. Song Lao Er

could now insert his entire penis into my mother's belly, 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 in so deep, but how could she succeed?

Song Lao Er grinned smugly, watching the beauty beneath him gently

caress her lower abdomen with her small hands, further fueling his lust. He released my mother's buttocks and began kneading her

breasts, occasionally shouting, "You filthy bitch, your pussy is so tight, it feels so good!"

I saw my mother's muscles begin to twitch, her vaginal opening seeming 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 making the men in the room feel

weak . A small puddle of fluid had accumulated on the desk; some men picked up a small strand of fluid with their fingers and put it in their mouths,

savoring the salty, sour, and slightly pungent liquid on their tongues.

The air in my mother's office had become somewhat lewd, the room echoing with

the sounds of male and female genitalia colliding, men's shouts and breathing, and my mother's tingling moans. Hearing that sound,

my still-developing penis became rock hard.

Song Lao Er wasn't made of iron, and his penis wasn't a toy; it finally gave out. His

buttocks began to contract and twitch, and thick semen shot 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 and

giving my mother's still-open vulva to someone else.

The next man couldn't wait any longer; he pounced on my mother, biting her breasts,

his penis thrusting a few times before penetrating her vagina. Watching from the sidelines had already made him tense;

now, possessing this voluptuous middle-aged beauty, his nerves were even more excited. Like a bull

, he thrust mercilessly into my mother's vagina, causing her to grimace in pain.

My mother remained with her eyes closed, enduring the rape 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 eyes—not

a fictional scene from a Japanese AV, but real, blatant rape, and the woman was my beloved mother.

In his haste, the man quickly ejaculated inside her.

I watched silently, counting how many men had begun to rape my mother. The men were all

blinded by lust, showing no mercy. 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 .

But my mother had no time to pay attention to any of this, because just when she thought 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 front and back iron railings of the bed. Thus, my mother lay flat on the bed.

Her arms were embracing her, her thighs almost at a 180-degree angle, exposing

her vulva .

Between her legs was a sticky, gooey liquid; the white semen, cooled on the outside,

clung to her pubic hair like paste, emitting a foul odor. Ma Da Pipi, disgusted by the smell and filth,

wiped her down there with a damp towel.

My mother was already weak and aching all over, her limbs immobilized on the bed. 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 vulva, 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 buttock muscles twitched, and he ejaculated. Then a second man

thrust into her, completely ignoring my mother's pleas. There was already a large puddle of white semen on the floor in front of the bed,

and the genitals of the man and woman were still dripping from it.

Finally, after all the buttocks of different sizes and shades of black had arched in front of my mother, she got

a chance to catch her breath. My mother's vaginal opening was wider than before, and the pubic hair on her vulva was covered with

the semen of different men, a tangled mess. The tender flesh inside her vagina kept

squeezing out large amounts of semen from my mother's stomach.

My mother pleaded, saying that her bladder was full 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 stand up.

As soon as my mother stood up, she felt a downward pull in her lower body, her legs trembled, and a large puddle of semen flowed out of my mother's vagina like

tap water . The men burst into laughter 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 her 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 bowl, but with so

many people watching, she couldn't urinate. Ma Da Pigu was very experienced with women, having even

urinated for prostitutes in nightclubs. He poked my mother's round belly with his finger, and "whoosh," a stream of golden urine

shot out from my mother's urethra.

My mother had never urinated in front of men before. Looking at the excited eyes of those men, her psychological

defenses completely collapsed, and she burst into tears, like a newborn baby.

At this moment, golden urine continued to gush from my mother's lower body, and tears streamed down her face;

water flowed from both her upper and lower body. The men burst into laughter at the sight.

"That old bitch, she's gushing from top to bottom, quick, take a picture!"

They all pulled out their phones from their pulled-down pants, and flashes filled the bathroom

. In the flickering light, my mother cried and urinated, seemingly dazed, her eyes lifeless. After

she finished, they pulled her out, made her back to the ground, legs drawn up to her chest, buttocks facing upwards.

This left her vulva open, her swollen labia covered in semen, the red

vaginal opening unable to close again.

The men began a new round of thrusting, one after another standing and raping my mother. By the time the men were

completely aroused and their penises could no longer erect, it was around 3 a.m. My mother was completely

collapsed on the ground, her vagina again leaking semen like a leaky faucet.

Then, the men suddenly noticed me. One man, seeing the tent in my pants

, suggested that we, mother and son, have sex. The group of men clapped and cheered.

They then pulled down my pants, untied me, and dragged me from behind to my

unconscious mother. They slowly inserted my already erect, sparsely haired penis into her vagina. My

mother seemed to suddenly realize something and began to writhe wildly on the ground.

"You beasts, worse than animals!" my mother screamed, and my young penis slipped out of her gaping

vagina. Soon, the men held my mother down, grasped my penis, and slowly inserted it into her

vagina .

I felt my penis enveloped by something warm and moist—a sensation I had never experienced before. It was

slippery and wet , lubricated by the men's semen. I thrust effortlessly in and out of my mother's vagina, and having

never had sex before, I quickly gave my virginity to her.

At four in the morning, the bandits dressed and left, dragging my mother to the outer room, while I fell into a deep sleep

.

The next day was Saturday, and the bright sunshine woke me up. I slowly opened my eyes and saw that the clock on the wall

showed 10:00 AM. There was a buzzing sound in the room, like a cell phone on vibrate

.

I got up and went outside. My mother was lying on the desk in a V-shape, her hands tied behind her back,

with a gray sock stuffed in her mouth. Her legs, from prolonged intercourse, couldn't close again for a while. She

was wearing men's underwear with a vibrating dildo inserted into her vagina . 　　I quickly pulled the sock out of her mouth, untied her, and pulled the men's underwear down to her knees , removing the dildo. My mother's vagina contracted, and cloudy semen gushed out like a mountain spring, flowing down her snow-white thighs and quickly forming a large puddle on the desk and floor. 　　I used a damp towel to wipe away the semen from different men, which had become like jelly, from my mother's genitals. Then I gently shook her awake. 　　My mother slowly opened her eyes, looked at me, as if recalling what had happened last night. Slowly, two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks, and then she hugged me tightly, completely naked. My mother and I cried .

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