My poor mother (2)

Chapter Two: Springtime Scenery on a 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,

everyone 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 among the boys. Occasionally, he'd pull out his latest phone to show everyone

newly downloaded Japanese AV videos or some suggestive photos. Most of the boys in our class first learned about the "

Edison Chen photo scandal" from his phone.

"What he showed me was probably some AV videos again, but why didn't he show them

to did he have to be so mysterious and tell me that the photos of my mom taken by Lao Wang and his friends had already

reached him?" My palms were sweating, and I waited anxiously for the end of class.

After class, Du Wei took me to the toilet on the playground. Since

physical education classes , the toilets on the playground 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. A middle-aged man with dark skin was

holding . 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 robust Mongolian man riding a snow-white

pony across the grasslands. Except the "snow-white pony" was a woman with fair skin, the "green

grassland" was a simple cot, and the so-called "riding" was the middle-aged man thrusting into the woman's vagina in a "doggy style"

position . The woman had a full figure, yet was also slender and delicate. Her snow-white

skin looked tender and smooth, suggesting she must take good care of herself. Unfortunately, her face

wasn't visible due to the camera angle, but the man's purplish-black neck, with its bulging veins and thick 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 every month after the flag-raising ceremony, he would report on

the previous month . Almost every student in our school knew him. Because of his large, obese physique and

enormous buttocks, we secretly nicknamed him "Big Butt Ma."

In the photo, Director Ma's small eyes were narrowed, as if he were thoroughly enjoying the waves of pleasure from his penis being enveloped in

the warm, His large, sallow hands were tightly gripping the woman's plump

, upturned buttocks—how 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, Ma Dapigu saw me smoking in the restroom and called me to his office. As soon as I got there,

someone came in and said the principal wanted to see him, so he told me to stand still and wait for him to come back. I stood there for a while,

and seeing his computer was still on, I browsed through it and found this great thing. I quickly sent it to my

email, but just as I sent it, 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 Ma Dapigu is just being trendy and took this with his wife. Let's go, let's go, class is about to start,"

I said, pulling Du Wei towards the teaching building.

The next few days were peaceful; 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: at the end of the month,

my dad gambled away all his salary and bonus, so he had to obediently come home for dinner on time.

One evening at the end of November, the family of three sat together having dinner, while the television in the living room played

the evening news. Ah… what a heartwarming scene of a family of three.

“Who have you been playing cards with this month?” my mother asked casually, putting some food into her bowl.

“Lots of people, but only a few familiar faces: that Teacher Song from your school, and

Old Wang who always comes to our house…”

“You know who Teacher Song is!

He’s a shameless scoundrel. He came to our school as a director, but while others have risen through the ranks, he’s fallen behind, all because he’s always

groping . He hangs out with shady characters at school. I despise him the most. You shouldn’t play cards with him anymore!” My mother interrupted my father abruptly upon hearing the name Old Wang, shouting

excitedly . 　　“Okay, okay, I won’t play with him anymore. I’ll only play with Old Wang,” my father readily agreed. 　　"You shouldn't associate with that old Wang either. I don't think he's a good person. I always see him sitting on the roadside with a bunch of migrant workers, smoking, with his big belly . They'd leer at any woman who passed by. If it weren't for his brother-in-law being a real estate developer, he wouldn't be a contractor," my mother continued. My father didn't know where my mother got so angry, so he just ate his food in silence. 　　Meanwhile, the erotic scene from that night in the middle of the month flashed through my mind again: Old Wang was naked, his whole body like a black iron tower, with a soft white mass beneath him—my mother's plump, white flesh. The man's large, rough hands were grabbing my mother's breasts, kneading and squeezing them like dough, shaping them into various forms. His other hand was inserting his fingers into my mother's vagina, stirring them repeatedly, making a "sizzling" sound. My mother's cheeks and long, fair 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 became his object of sexual gratification, letting him replace my father and enjoy the rights of being her husband, constantly impregnating her vagina, indulging in the beautiful, juicy body of a mature woman! And she could give birth to a big, fat son for this indecent old devil at any moment! 　　My father is even more tragic; completely oblivious, he doesn't know that the people he sits with every day playing cards are his bedmates who have tasted his wife. My father often tells his cronies at the card table how ! Little does he know that his card-playing friends have already been using my mother in his bed.

Between acts, he made her suck his penis, lick his testicles, and even swallow his semen countless times.

Thinking about this, my little brother involuntarily became hard.

November passed quickly. At the beginning of the month, after my father received the money, he returned to his life

of playing cards , coming home late at night, 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 mother, 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.

"Don't bother me anymore! 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 truly was a famous beauty in the city; even when she was angry, she was still so charming and beautiful.

But who would have known that this seemingly pure and innocent 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 even her vaginal opening could no longer close, constantly gushing out fresh, foul-smelling semen.

My mother was about to hang up when the other person seemed to say something and then hung up first. My mother seemed

stunned, slowly putting down the phone, a tear immediately sliding down her dignified cheek.

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

"Nothing, good boy, I just got some sand in my eye, I've gotten it out now. By the way, Mom has to go out

in a little while , you stay home and do your homework, Mom will check it when I get back." My mother quickly

wiped away her tears and forced a smile.

Then my mother 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 mother hadn't taken her phone; it was left on the sofa.

"My mom left her phone at home, I need to hurry and bring it to her, someone might call

looking for her soon," I thought to myself. Actually, what could possibly happen so late? I was also very curious about

what my mom was doing. So I checked the landline's caller ID and then looked up the

number —it was Old Wang's!

"Why is that old bastard still bothering Mom? Is he threatening her with those nude photos?

I have to go see." So I went out, pushing my bicycle into the darkness.

I'd heard my dad mention the construction site where Old Wang worked—it was the Dingsheng

residential complex in the North Development Zone. I pedaled with all my might, hoping to get there quickly. Was my mom going to be raped by Old Wang again

? Was Old Wang's dark penis and purplish-red glans going to penetrate my mom's vagina again?

I arrived at the construction site quickly. The high-rise buildings weren't fully completed yet, and the cold wind howled,

rattling 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 small holes and gaps

letting in drafts, though most of them had been plugged up with plastic sheeting by the workers.

I pushed my bike to a tree near the site entrance. In front of one of the prefabricated houses, I saw my mother's

pink women's bicycle. Laughter from men could be heard coming from inside.

"My mother and Lao Wang must be inside," I thought. I went around to the back of the house, found

a small hole, and carefully pulled out the plastic sheeting to get a better look.

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

my mother yelled at Lao Wang, her face flushed.

Old Wang sat on a simple single bed, surrounded by 17 or 18

middle-aged all covered in dirt, wearing military green overcoats, and their lustful eyes

were fixed on my mother's slightly heaving chest. Then, amidst a burst of laughter, I clearly saw

the large, yellow teeth peeking out from the mouths of these filthy men.

"I can give you the photos, but your husband's debts aren't paid off yet. That night

was " Old Wang leered. The migrant workers around him burst into loud laughter again, and two or three even

whistled.

I stood outside, feeling extremely angry. These people, who always looked so pitiful, were now ganging

up on my mother. Although it was cold outside, I forgot the temperature because of my overwhelming anger.

"So what do you want?" My mother, captivated by the photos, could only stand there, stunned.

"I owe these brothers some gambling debts, but your husband won't pay me back, so 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, right?" After Old Wang finished speaking,

two burly migrant workers 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 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 it this way.

In fact, these migrant workers were all honest people from the countryside. They were most afraid of the police and urban management officers. Old Wang

had already told them in advance that they could do whatever they wanted with my mother, except for their dicks not going inside her vagina

. This group of men had been away from home for a long time, only occasionally seeking out prostitutes in hair salons.

They had never seen a truly respectable woman in the city. At this moment, their crotches were all bulging with erections

.

My mother, meanwhile, trembled slightly. In the dim light of the makeshift house, her arched eyebrows were

alluring , her soft skin flawless, almost dripping with moisture. Especially her cherry-red lips,

so tempting and alluring, made one want to kiss her passionately.

Suddenly, the two burly middle-aged migrant workers behind her scooped 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. And then...

My mother, now in bed, stared in terror at the migrant workers and Old Wang surrounding her.

"Let me go, you bunch of bastards, get out of here!" 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, she was being surrounded by a group of migrant workers who hadn't bathed in ages, forced

to wear her cotton-padded clothes by their filthy hands, revealing her red thermal underwear

.

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

One of the migrant workers ripped my mother's underwear apart with brute force, revealing her smooth, rounded shoulders and the large,

voluptuous silhouette of her breasts swaying within the bra. Her two long, slender, white

arms, like tender lotus roots, were grabbed by the migrant workers' sallow hands and held firmly to the edge of the bed.

*Snap!* My mother's bra was ripped off by a large hand, and the two large, exposed breasts, before they could even

wiggle , were grabbed by countless hands covered in calloused skin. These hands frantically kneaded them up and down, 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 , a usually solemn and dignified

teacher who never smiled in front of her students, was having her noble, snow-white body wantonly and shamelessly played with by a group of filthy migrant workers.

Thinking of this, my mother's tears involuntarily streamed down her face.

My mother's breasts were delicate and white, like curdled goat's milk, something only my father could touch, and now they were being kneaded by

a group of migrant workers he despised, accompanied by all sorts of vulgar and obscene words. Her large, snow-white breasts swayed with

the men's large hands, a deep cleavage nestled between their graceful curves.

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

breathing quickened.

My mother was now only wearing a pinkish-white thong covering her lower body; even her cotton socks had been

torn off and thrown to the ground by someone's large hands. Her two delicate thighs were forcibly spread apart, each

gripped tightly by a large hand. The rough migrant workers showed no mercy, their fingernails digging deep into my mother

's thigh flesh, 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 thong,

and behind her were the plump, white, pert buttocks characteristic of middle-aged women, still

tightly covered by thongs, but mostly exposed to the men's eyes.

"Uncles and sirs, I beg you, please let me go! I'll go back and get you the money, I'll give you

whatever ..." My mother began to plead helplessly.

But the group of migrant workers ignored her pleas and started pulling down her only barrier

. My mother struggled desperately, trying to break free from their large hands, her legs clamped tightly together. But what good was it?

Her underwear was pulled down to her knees, revealing her thick, glossy black pubic hair,

densely distributed on her plump mons pubis. In the deep crevice squeezed out by her tightly clamped legs, a dark

red slit was clearly visible, already somewhat moist, shimmering with a captivating sheen

. The beautiful flesh on her two large, white buttocks trembled continuously.

Now, my mother was finally completely naked. Her two large, heaving

breasts , her vulva already dripping with clear fluid, and her white buttocks were completely exposed

to everyone.

"Look at this old bitch, she's so wet down there, haha, she's no different from any other prostitute."

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.

At this point, my mother had no choice but to give up resisting. She closed her eyes tightly, furrowed her

brow, and comforted herself, thinking, "It's just paying off my husband's debts; they won't actually penetrate me.

Oh well, I'll just have to endure it..."

Then, many of the large hands that had been stirring up trouble in my mother's breasts gradually reached

towards her mons pubis, beginning to rub her vulva incessantly with their thumbs or middle fingers. Her large clitoris

was forcefully pulled and rubbed by several fingers, soon swelling to the size of a soybean.

A tingling, itchy sensation emanated from her sensitive lower body. A mixture of humiliation and suppressed pleasure

gnawed at her nerves like an invisible hand. My mother felt dizzy and, finally, could no longer restrain herself,

began to moan softly and wantonly, 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 lewdness. Some men showed no mercy, even

pulling and at my mother's soft pubic hair, causing her to moan softly one moment and scream the next.

I stood outside, my peephole blocked by a migrant worker's large, dark buttocks. I could only hear my mother's

desperate cries from inside and the men's lewd laughter. Old Wang, however, didn't join in;

he simply sat grinning on a nearby chair, watching with great interest as the migrant workers brutally violated my mother.

Because the bed was so small, only about 10 people could stand next to it, so the others had to

squeeze in from the outside. Every now and then, a "newbie" would peek in and 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 how big her labia are, I've never seen such big labia before, and they're so fat and

red."

I started getting an erection just listening to these people's filthy language. You know, my mother always taught me

not to learn dirty talk from those young men and migrant workers. But now my mother was being

insulted by these filthy words and couldn't say a 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 black."

"Hmm, hers is still pinkish-red."

"Her breasts are so much more satisfying to rub than those girls in the hair salon, they're white and big, and so elastic,

they stay perky no matter how you squeeze them! Yeah, yeah! And this old woman's nipples and areolas are so big, 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 ringing in my ears until I suddenly heard my mother scream, which brought me back to

my senses. I heard the whole bed creaking, and my mother

's moans were no longer soft and low. It seemed that my mother had been brought to orgasm by these migrant workers. Coincidentally, the migrant worker blocking my view

suddenly parted his arms, allowing me to see the scene 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 what I saw was just too much

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