[My Mother Married for Me, Part 2]

(1)
Like a train changing tracks, everything went awry after that night.
My mother was raped.
Right in front of me, she cried out in agony, those scenes, like scenes from hell, were etched
into my mind.
I was exhausted, but I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my mother's pained and contorted face, her fair and tender breasts
, her red eyes, her long and slender legs... the gushing semen flowing between her legs... These images
kept flashing through my mind, and a mixture of anger and inexplicable excitement burned in my heart.
The next day, I lay awake until dawn. My mother walked into the room expressionlessly and helped me to wash up.
I ate breakfast silently by myself. My mother didn't eat anything; she just sat on the sofa in the living room, staring straight
ahead.
My mother's eyes were swollen from crying, but her pale face only made her more beautiful.
A ponytail was tied behind her back, and she was wearing a long-sleeved t-shirt and straight-leg jeans.
The narrow t-shirt couldn't hide my mother's full bust, and her legs looked even more slender and
long against the backdrop of her jeans. She wore black socks.
Normally, I would have playfully teased and joked with my mother, but from now on, I wouldn't.
My mother had been raped, and I had witnessed the entire process. This inexplicable and unresolved situation stood between my mother and me
.
What could my mother say to me?
What could I say to my mother?
After breakfast, I went to the equipment room alone for my routine rehabilitation. I was exhausted, but for some reason, as if
possessed, I did set after set, far exceeding my usual capacity. I don't know if
two or three hours passed, but even the several phone calls that rang in between sounded like mosquitoes buzzing in my ear
.
I was immersed in the pleasure of self-destruction…
After a long breath, I suddenly felt dizzy and fell off my wheelchair.
Just as I was catching my breath and trying to climb back into the wheelchair, I suddenly heard the door open, followed by the sound of an old man's penis.
"Xiaotong, why didn't you answer the phone? I've been thinking about you at the company..."
My insides felt like they were being clamped by some giant clamp. Ignoring my wheelchair, I crawled to
the cabinet near the living room. There I saw Old Man Gutou sitting next to my mother, one arm around her, the other ruthlessly
kneading her soft breasts through her t-shirt. My mother turned her face away, silently enduring it.
"Heh... I just did it a few hours ago, and now I miss your body so much..." He said, getting up to examine
my mother closely.
"Are you so afraid of being seen? I've already done it to you, what's there to be shy about?"
He then pressed my mother down on the sofa, kissing her beautiful face and lips. My mother tried to dodge
, but Old Man Gutou grabbed her cheek and shoved his dirty tongue into her mouth, sucking on it
. Tears streamed down my mother's face.
He kissed his mother's fair neck, roughly caressing her breasts through her t-shirt. His mother
endured with her eyes closed. He grabbed the hem of her t-shirt, trying to pull it up, but she resisted by grabbing his glans. His glans lowered
its head and licked her ten soft, delicate fingers, forcefully pulling her t-shirt up to her neck. His mother 's
soft breasts, covered by a pale yellow lace bra, were now exposed to the lewd middle-aged man's eyes
.
He ripped off her bra, and a pair of soft, white flesh sprang out.
Old Gu Tou's eyes lit up, his throat gurgling. "I've been with so many women, but I've never seen one so beautiful..."
He immediately grabbed the swaying breasts, kneading them with all ten fingers, and lowered his head to suckle at
his mother's pink nipples. His mother bit her lip silently, enduring the pain. As he sucked on her breasts, he mumbled
, "One time yesterday wasn't enough. I took the drug today, so I need to do it at least a few more times to feel good."
While his left hand and mouth lingered on his mother's soft breasts, his right hand haphazardly pulled down his pants.
Old Gu Tou's strange penis was an even more bizarre color than yesterday. He stood up, dragged his mother to the ground
, and made her kneel. He placed his strange penis in front of her and said, "Lick it." His mother turned her head away, biting her lower lip, and another
stream of hot tears flowed down her cheeks.
The old man twisted my mother's head and roared, "Lick! Lick it for me!! Don't forget your crippled son
!!"
His sudden mention of me snapped me out of my daze. I saw my mother's head contorted in pain, her eyes
closed, her delicate lips already protruding a bit of her tongue, slowly approaching his grotesque penis. I was about to speak,
but an inexplicable desire overwhelmed my reason. My mother's tongue finally touched the disgusting glans.
The old man's voice trembled with pleasure: "Yes...yes, take it in a little more...take it in a little more." With his eyes
closed, he pressed my mother's head down with both hands. My mother slowly placed the entire glans on her tongue. Suddenly,
he thrust forward, plunging the entire penis into her mouth. My mother was startled by this sudden action,
pushing against his thighs with both hands, but her head was held firmly in place, her delicate... Her nose was buried in the old man's
glans and the tangled pubic hair. The old man's glans trembled with pleasure. The mother hit the old man's glans hard, and he released her head,
but still left half of his penis in her mouth. Because it was piercing her throat, her throat was twitching.
Coupled with the stench of the old man's strange penis, the mother felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, but the old man
's glans pressed tightly against the back of her head. The feeling of almost vomiting made the mother's face flush with pain, and saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth to the ground.
Seeing his mother's state, the old man's penis began to move, faster and faster. Half of his
penis was in his mother's mouth, causing her soft, white breasts to bounce. He closed
his eyes, panting heavily, and suddenly thrust his entire penis into her mouth, pumping wildly. His mother
moaned in pain, her hands slapping the old man's penis repeatedly, saliva dripping from her mouth.
After a few minutes, the old man's movements became labored, then he pulled out his now somewhat limp penis and lay down on
the sofa to rest.
His mother knelt on the floor, vomiting a large amount of white semen. She raised her head, traces of semen remaining at the corners of her mouth...
Some semen dripped down.
(2)
Mom wiped her mouth, stood up, picked up her clothes and was about to leave when Old Gu Tou grabbed her from behind. His hands
just happened to grab Mom's breasts, and Old Gu Tou took the opportunity to rub them. Mom twisted her body to resist:
"Go away...don't..."
Old Gu Tou lewdly said, "Come on, keep resisting. The more you resist, the more excited I get." After saying that, he pushed Mom
down onto the sofa and pulled at Mom's jeans with both hands. Mom held on to the waistband and wouldn't let him take them off. Old Gu Tou had a lot
of effort to take off Mom's jeans completely and threw them behind him. It turned out that Mom was wearing a pair of dark
black elastic pantyhose. Her long and shapely legs shone with a smooth and alluring light like black jade.
Mom moved back uncomfortably, bent her legs, and covered her crotch tightly with both hands.
Old Gu Tou's eyes widened. Without a word, he grabbed his mother's two small feet, clad in black stockings
, and put them in his mouth. His mother tried to pull them back, but her ankles were held tightly, so she could only struggle and kick wildly. Old Gu Tou
savored his mother's delicious stockinged feet, drooling with satisfaction. He sucked on his mother's toes, making
"tsk tsk" sounds. Soon, his mother's toes glistened with a wet sheen from his disgusting saliva
. Old Gu Tou stroked his mother's insteps, letting her soles rub against his face and nose, and
licked the soles of her feet with his tongue. Old Gu Tou's strange penis slowly began to harden again, and his glans began to leak
fluid. He grabbed his mother's right foot and licked her toes, soles, and insteps like he was licking ice cream. Soon,
his mother's foot was soaking wet.
The old man slowly licked upwards, down his mother's calf, down to her slightly pale knee. He lifted her entire left
leg, licking and biting her calf, sucking hard on the soft flesh. Soon,
a circular saliva mark was left on her calf, and her soft calf swayed. He licked downwards, on
her full, soft thigh, pinching the tempting flesh with both hands. The old man sucked on
the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Her hands were still tightly guarding her groin. He tried to grab her hands, but she shook her head,
murmuring, "No...no."
The old man then reached for her breasts. She hugged her chest tightly, burying her head in her arms. "
Take your hands away..." the old man said in a hoarse voice, his eyes red. But she just kept shaking her head and trembling,
curling up into a ball and sobbing.
Old Gu Tou quickly lost his patience, pulled his mother's hands away, and slapped her
hard across the face. Five finger marks immediately appeared on his mother's fair cheek, and tears streamed down her face like a burst dam
. Her hands were only resisting the devil's hand that was about to violate her breasts.
I wanted nothing more than to kill that old codger right then and there. I grabbed the counter and stood up, but immediately fell back to the ground. I scrambled
to his side, clenched my fist, and punched him in the stomach. "Damn it! Stop right now!"
The old codger froze, clutching his stomach and curling up on the ground in pain. Seeing this, my mother immediately came over and hugged my
head. My head rested on my mother's soft breasts, and her legs, clad only in black stockings, were pressed against my
shorts-clad, useless legs. Normally, in my current state, even if a knife were plunged into my legs and I bled,
I wouldn't feel a thing. But at this moment, I could clearly feel the heat emanating from my mother's stockinged thighs.
The warm, smooth touch sent a shiver through me. But the punch missed the old codger's vitals
. As my mother helped me to leave, the old codger swayed as he stood up, quickly stepped forward,
kicked me in the back, and then slapped my mother to the ground.
I stumbled sideways and fell, and Old Turtle Head stomped on my stomach again. The pain almost made me faint, and I immediately
vomited. A wave of dizziness washed over me, and I could only lie motionless on the ground.
"Pah!" Old Turtle Head spat. "Is peeping not enough? What else do you want, you piece of trash?"
With that, he pulled my mother up and pushed her onto the sofa, tearing at her black stockings at the crotch with both hands. With a
tearing sound, a large hole appeared in the black stockings at the crotch.
Mom resisted fiercely, finally managing to break free from the old man's clutches. She ran over, looking
at me with concern, "Haohao!! Are you alright…you…"
Before she could finish, the old man grabbed her, forcefully pressing her under his swollen, fleshy body, and slapped
her several times, yelling, "You damn woman! You dare run away again!!!"
He ripped her pale yellow lace panties aside, forcefully pushing his penis into her crotch, but
because her genitals were too dry, he couldn't penetrate. He spat on her crotch, picked up a nearby
pillow to elevate her hips, lifted her legs onto his shoulders, spread her labia,
rubbed his grotesque penis against her opening, and suddenly thrust it in forcefully.
"No!!!! Get away!!! Ah!!!!!!!!!!" Tears streamed down Mom's face from the pain. She
tried to push the old man away, but he was held tightly, only able to move backward.
"Damn it!!! Run away!!! Run again!" Old Gu Tou charged angrily, his hands gripping and
kneading Mom's breasts.
I lay on the ground, drool dripping from my mouth, watching this scene like a dazed person.
Mom was being raped again. Old Gu Tou was cruelly fucking Mom. Mom's beautiful legs, clad in black stockings
, swayed on his shoulders before falling limply to his arms, her toes curled tightly.
Old Gu Tou fucked faster and harder, the sound of his fat hitting Mom's buttocks
echoing throughout the room. Mom's breasts bounced rapidly.
Mom painfully closed her eyes and turned her head away, helplessly being ravaged by this beastly man. Old Gu
Tou had taken a drug, making him unusually stamina-enhancing. After 30 minutes, Mom's thighs had slid from her arms to her waist. Old Gu Tou fucked with increasing vigor.
Mom bit her lip, her body turning a pale red, and her areolas slowly swelled.
The old man leaned forward, grabbing his mother's breasts with one hand and kneading and squeezing them roughly. He sucked on his
mother's nipples while continuing to thrust in and out. His mother's breasts and nipples were covered in filthy saliva. His mother's body
twisted and turned, her hands weakly resisting.
The old man stood up, lifting his mother's right leg high in front of her chest and resting it on his shoulder, completely exposing her vulva
. He knelt on her bent left leg and inserted his penis into her vagina. "Ah!!!!"
his mother screamed in pain. "Hehe, this feels good, doesn't it?" The old man continued to fuck his mother, his mouth
roaming over her beautiful legs clad in black stockings, kissing them. Her breasts bounced rapidly, and the old man was greatly excited,
intermittently thrusting into her genitals. With each thrust, his mother's face
contorted in pain. After a while, the old man thrust hard into her genitals, pinching her buttocks, his body
twitching nervously a few times, before ejaculating into her vagina.
The old man withdrew his penis, and a large pool of semen mixed with blood flowed from his mother's swollen genitals,
forming a bizarre pattern on the red sofa.
Old Turtle Head took a few tissues and wiped his weird dick: "Phew...so good, you woman were born
to be fucked." He patted his mother's face. His mother was lying on the sofa, her hands covering her chest, her right leg dangling under the sofa
, her cheeks swollen, and she was silently shedding tears. "What are you crying for!" Old Turtle Head shouted. His mother was startled
and turned her head away, sobbing without saying a word.
"You'd better accept your fate sooner rather than later," Old Turtle Head said viciously, and glanced at me.
(3)
Old Turtle Head left.
His mother was raped again in front of me.
I glanced at his mother. She was lying on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.
I suddenly felt so tired, so very tired. My whole body felt like it had been thrown into the void of the universe.
In a daze, I felt a familiar fragrance surrounding me. I was being
lifted up by a soft object, and then I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I found myself lying in bed. I tried to sit up, but I found that
my whole body was in excruciating pain, so I had to give up and lie back down.
I turned my head and found my mother staring blankly at me, tears streaming down her face. But rather than staring at me,
her gaze seemed to penetrate me as she looked at a point on the wall behind me. "Mom..." I called out. She seemed
startled, and after realizing it was me calling her, she hugged me and burst into tears. I held my mother tightly, closed my eyes,
and wept. I hated it all. I hated this world, I hated Old Turtle Head, I hated the car that caused the accident, I hated my grandmother's
heartlessness, and I even hated my dead father. If he hadn't died so young, my mother and I wouldn't have ended up like this
.
"You're awake," my mother said with a forced smile. "Would you like something to eat?"
I looked out the window; it was already pitch black outside.
"I'm not hungry..." I said hoarsely. I just felt so much pain all over my body.
"No, you haven't eaten all day," my mother said, frowning. "Sweetie, at least eat something. I cooked
a pot of seafood porridge. I'll go get you a bowl."
My mother patted my head and went out to get the porridge.
I checked the time; it was 10:23 PM. I had slept for so long.
My mother's seafood porridge was my favorite, but thinking about what was to come,
how could I possibly eat anything, no matter how delicious it was?
I stared blankly at the bowl of porridge. My mother gently said, "Why aren't you eating? What are you staring at?"
"Mom… I…"
My throat tightened, and I couldn't say anything more.
"Haohao… Mom is sorry for you, and for your father, but for you… Mom can endure anything,"
my mother said slowly, her head bowed. "No… no… I don't want to…" Looking at my mother's still swollen cheeks,
I painfully closed my eyes. The thought of my mother becoming a toy for my old man's sexual gratification made me sob uncontrollably.
"Don't cry...don't cry, Hao Hao," Mom hugged me and said with tears in her eyes, "You are Mom's baby
, right...you are Mom's baby." Mom looked at me with teary eyes. "Yes..." I nodded, holding back my tears.
"Then everything Mom has done for you is worth it."
That night, the old turtle didn't come again. Mom and I fell asleep in each other's arms with tears in our eyes.
Mom's beautiful body held me, but I didn't feel excited at all.
(4)
I continued to do rehabilitation. I told Tamura that I could feel my legs. Tamura said that my legs were
slowly getting better. Under his guidance, I miraculously stood up one day. This
was more joyful than anything else for me.
In the following days, I progressed to the point that I could walk slowly with a cane. I started to think about going back to school. After all,
my mother and I would have to rely on me for our lives from now on. I was determined to recover better. Once my legs
were back to normal, I would take Mom away from this hellish place immediately.
Although Mom was worried about me returning to school, I was soon able to
walk on my own with crutches. At my insistence, she had no choice but to enroll me in a nearby private school. The school was
less than 300 meters from home. I wanted to walk that short distance myself, trying to strengthen my still weak
legs as I went. But every day, Mom would ride her bike to take me to school, saying, "I have to go to work anyway, so I'll give you a
ride."
I knew Mom was only saying this to protect my pride; she was always worried about me
walking that distance alone.
I usually put my hands on the back handlebars when riding a motorcycle, but my mother specifically told me to hold on tight. So, without any
hesitation, I wrapped my arms around her slender waist, inhaling the fragrance of her hair and the faint scent of her perfume.
One time, I dozed off and woke up to find my hands resting between her chest and abdomen. Through her suit jacket
and white shirt, I could still clearly feel the soft lower edge of her breasts. From then on, I often
changed positions to slowly move my hands between her chest and abdomen. My mother was focused on riding the motorcycle, and I
didn't dare to be too presumptuous. I could only carefully move my index finger to feel the soft weight. Several times, when I got hard, I pressed my penis directly
against my mother's soft buttocks, which were clad in a tight skirt. Occasionally, I couldn't help but rub against her a few times, and my breathing became rapid
. My mother would turn her head and ask, "What's wrong, Hao Hao? Are you feeling unwell?"
In fact, it felt too good... but because it attracted my mother's attention, I didn't dare
to try it again after a few times.
Because of her tight skirt, my mother's long, beautiful legs were always exposed to passersby when she rode her bike
. Motorcycle riders nearby would often steal glances at her legs, and when there was a lot of traffic, I
saw people taking pictures of her legs right in front of me several times.
At that moment, I would turn my head and glare at the person fiercely until they ran away.
(5)
Although life at school was tough, my classmates were generally quite nice to me, especially the girls.
One of them even confessed to me that she would take care of me for the rest of my life if I had to walk with a cane.
I didn't want to say anything, but that sentence really angered me.
Walking with a cane for the rest of my life...
Could I be a useless person for the rest of my life and let my mother live in hell forever? How long is a lifetime
? Could a woman like her, who is inexperienced in the ways of the world and has been pampered since childhood, understand? Could she
understand the pain that my mother and I have endured?!
My pent-up anger exploded instantly. I swung my cane at her head, but she dodged
it, and I fell to the ground. I lay there, still roaring and cursing.
All I could hear was the sound of her running footsteps and faint sobs.
Although the fall hurt, I was used to it.
Because when I got home, something even more heartbreaking was about to happen.
Old Turtle would come every few days, at unpredictable times, so if I got home early, I secretly
hoped he'd be hit by a car and die on the road, never to appear before my mother and me again.
Sometimes, when I didn't see my mom after class, I would sit on the railing and wait for her, hoping that the familiar
sound of a motorcycle would ring out in the next minute, and that I would see my mom smiling and saying, "I'm sorry, Mom had to work late today."
But after waiting for 40 minutes, I called my mom on her cell phone, but no one answered. So I had no choice but
to walk home step by step with my cane. When I opened the door, the house was pitch black. Just as I was completely confused, I
heard a faint sobbing coming from my mom's room: "Waaah...waaah...waaah...don't do this...don't...no...waaah..."
"...Please...please let me go...please...uh...uh..."
My mother's voice was muffled by something, something sealed her mouth. I didn't want to think about it anymore.
The room was extremely quiet. My mother's painful groans and the violent impacts tore me apart mercilessly
until I was numb.
I felt my body's outline expanding, then shrinking, then expanding again...shrinking again...
I stood quietly in the entryway, the setting sun behind me casting a long shadow. If I could, I would really want
to switch places with that shadow. "Just for one day, you be me, and I'll be the shadow, how about that?"
I said to my shadow. Although the old man didn't stay the night, my mother still didn't dare go back to her own room
to sleep, so my mother and I slept in the same room every day. On the bed, my mother would occasionally wake up in the middle of the night, startled, and then
sob softly.
Gradually, I felt my time was being folded. One second I was standing in the entryway, the next I was in
the classroom. I didn't know what I was doing in between; I couldn't remember no matter how hard I tried.
Occasionally, there would be overlapping moments. For example, when I was in class, I would hear my mother's painful cries,
and I would clutch my head tightly, as if I wanted to crush it.
The next second, I would be pushed to the ground, several male classmates trampling on me. I came to my senses and yelled
, "Why are you hitting me?!!!!"
I only heard a few noisy words, like "You cripple," "You made Chongyu cry," "I'll beat you to death ."
Chongyu was the girl who confessed to me last time.
I gradually couldn't bear the pain anymore and reached out to find my crutches, but my hand was heavily stepped on.
"What are you doing?!"
Suddenly, a stern voice stunned the group. I turned around and saw the instructor running over angrily
.
The group scattered like birds. The instructor pulled me up, brushing the dust off me. "Are you
hurt? Don't worry, I saw their faces. I'll bring them here tomorrow for punishment." He
handed me a cane.
Then a few more people came over: the discipline director, the principal, and a middle-aged man in a suit.
I pushed the instructor away and straightened my clothes. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my cheekbone. It seemed I'd been punched by some
bastard. I couldn't help but kneel down again. A hand reached out and pulled me up. I saw
the person standing in front of me and froze.
"You...you are...you are Minghao!!!!"
The middle-aged man in the sharp suit was Chen Zuwang, the eldest son of the Yiquan Group, my father's older brother.
It turned out this school was an investment of the group. My uncle happened to be visiting the school today and witnessed me being
beaten by a group of people.
"Minghao, how have you and Mom been these past few years? Your...your leg..." My uncle seemed to only now notice
that I was using a cane, staring at me with wide eyes in surprise.
"I was in a car accident a while ago, but it's nothing...I'll be fine in a few months," I deliberately concealed, because I knew
Mom wouldn't want me to have much contact with my dad's family. "Oh...I see. Why did those people
hit you? That was awful! Does this school only produce students like that?" My uncle snorted, and the principal
and discipline master immediately started bowing and scraping, talking about demerits and expulsion—basically, a whole carload of
things about how to deal with it severely.
"Minghao, where do you live now? Would you like to ride back in Uncle's car?"
Looking at my uncle's caring eyes, I really wanted to tell him everything at once.
"I'm sorry, Uncle... Mom... Mom said..."
"Hmm... I understand." Uncle nodded, patted my shoulder, and handed me a business card:
"This is my business card. You can call me anytime, anywhere. Minghao, you are my brother's only son.
No matter what, I will never let any descendant of the Chen family suffer any injustice."
After saying that, he glared at the discipline director and the principal, who immediately lowered their heads.
I watched Uncle get into his car and leave at the school gate. The unique warmth of an elder from him deeply comforted me.
My heart, if I could, I really wanted to cry out loud, but I couldn't, because my mother was coming to pick me up soon.
(6)
The ambulance arrived.
I was taken to the hospital in a daze.
After the nurse gave me an injection, I fell into a deep sleep.
A faint conversation woke me up. I opened my eyes and saw that the door to the ward was half open and three
people were talking.
A man in a doctor's coat was talking to my mother in a low voice. Occasionally, the third person would say a few
words. I recognized that it was my uncle's voice.
"His condition is under control now. We'll do further diagnosis once he wakes up," the doctor said. "Doctor
... what about his... his leg?"
The doctor flipped through the files in his hand, somewhat unsure how to explain, and said, "I checked his injury
records and found no paralyzing injuries. The only serious injury was a spinal cord fracture, which I just examined,
and it has already healed... As for what you said about him being paralyzed for a period of time before, and even now
needing a cane to walk... that's hard to understand."
"Then... then... why?"
"Hmm... it's okay, we'll do a comprehensive examination once he wakes up." The doctor paused here:
"But right now, you need to pay more attention to his mental state..."
My mother and uncle remained silent. The doctor said a few more words and then went to make rounds in the other rooms.
"So my leg has already healed? No wonder I could feel it, but why couldn't I walk? And
his mental state... do I have a mental illness?" I lay in bed thinking.
My uncle said to my mother, "It's getting late, you should go in and rest. I'll come back tomorrow."
My mother went into the ward, and I quickly turned away, pretending to be asleep. My mother sat down in a chair next to the bed.
For a long, long time, I didn't feel my mother move. I thought she would cry, but she didn't.
I only heard a long sigh.
I didn't know what that sigh meant, but I
could imagine how disappointed she was in me for what I had done to her. Cold sweat streamed down my neck, and even though I was covered by the blanket, I couldn't help but shiver
.
My mother pulled the blanket up for me.
"Haohao..." my mother suddenly said, "Are you awake?"
I still kept my eyes tightly closed, pretending to be asleep, but I knew I couldn't hide it from my mother.
"Haohao, Mom contacted Uncle... You... you stabbed that person with a knife... Mom really doesn't know what to do
..." My mother choked up again as she spoke.
"Then... is he dead?" I couldn't help but turn around and ask.
"No...the doctor said no vital organs were injured."
Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief. Although I hated Old Turtle Head to the core, if I had really killed him...I
would still feel quite uneasy.
"Why am I in the hospital? Didn't the hospital call the police?"
"Don't worry...Uncle has taken care of everything...Mom won't let you get arrested."
After saying that, Mom squeezed my hand, forced a smile, and said to me, "The doctor said your foot is healed, and
you'll be able to walk soon."
I think Mom probably didn't know that I had overheard their conversation.
Now, I was more concerned about her mental state than her foot. That night, Mom
slept in the empty bed next door, and I lay in bed unable to sleep.
I was thinking, why didn't Mom mention what I had done to her? Did she no longer care, or...?
Mom had just squeezed my hand; according to the past, Mom should have hugged me.
I vaguely felt that there was an invisible barrier between Mom and me; we could never go back to
the intimacy we had before.
7.
The next day, my uncle accompanied the doctor to give me a full range of tests and examinations. The examination confirmed that my foot had
fully recovered. As for why I was still unable to walk, the doctor planned to discuss it with Tamura.
I begged the doctor to tell me the truth about the test results.
"It's post-traumatic stress disorder," the doctor said. "Your intermittent fainting spells, short-term memory loss, and severe
headaches, judging from the brain fluctuations, indicate post-traumatic stress disorder complicated by bipolar disorder. As for your trauma, it may have stemmed
from your father's death, or perhaps from a severe psychological impact on your surroundings..." He glanced at my mother
, who lowered her head.
I don't think the doctor knew that my symptoms stemmed from witnessing my mother being raped by a man I despised.
When my uncle arrived at my house and saw the old man's appearance, he probably guessed that my mother had been raped despite my attempts to stop her
.
But how could he know that I simply couldn't bear to see this happen before my eyes anymore?
"...Temporarily taking medication will suffice. This medication will stabilize your emotions, relieve your headaches,
and should also control your memory loss and fainting spells."
After three days of observation in the hospital, the doctor said I could go home.
I couldn't help but ask my uncle about Old Turtle Head's condition and why I hadn't been arrested by the police.
"Don't worry, leave it to your uncle," my uncle said, patting my shoulder.
A few days later, my uncle asked my mother to take me back to the hospital because Tamura had been found.
It turned out that my legs weren't actually that badly injured and would become paralyzed. Old Turtle Head had colluded with the hospital doctors to lie about my condition
and had instructed Tamura to give me medication that would paralyze my leg muscles for a long time to deceive my mother and obtain her
body. After seeing the suffering my mother and I had endured, Tamura couldn't bear to continue torturing me, which is why I later regained feeling in my legs
and was able to walk with a cane.
Fearing retaliation from Old Turtle Head, Tamura fled back to Japan.
My uncle frowned and shook his head as he listened, "Xiaotong, you should have called me sooner. You wouldn't have had to suffer so much. We're
all family. Why did you only tell me now? Minghao is my brother's only son. What if
something happened to him…?" My mother was already sobbing uncontrollably as my uncle spoke.
"I'm sorry…it's my fault…I…I shouldn't have let him suffer with me…" my mother cried. Damn
it, do you even know how much my mother has sacrificed for me?
"Uncle, don't blame my mother. I willingly stayed with her! Staying with that old woman
would only bring more suffering!"
"Forget it, it's all in the past... Leave the rest to me, I'll handle it for you.
" "But... Mom... Mom's side..."
"Mom passed away a year ago, no one will bother you two anymore."
After my uncle's efforts, a few weeks later, the old man was taken away by the police. With
the testimony of Tamura and the previous doctor, he was charged with attempted murder and attempted sexual assault. I
was placed under protective custody due to my mental illness and being a minor.
Attempted sexual assault... I sneered in my heart.
But for my mother's reputation, I could only say that. For my mother and me, this verdict would at most mean that
we would no longer be afraid of the old man harassing us. But the deep-seated hurt between us could never be resolved.
(8)
My legs are getting better day by day. Now I can walk slowly without crutches. Because my muscles have
been numb for a long time, it will still take some time to recover to the way they were before. My uncle arranged a
new place for my mother and me, and also transferred me to a different school. "The old house holds too many bad memories for you. A change of environment will
be better for both you and Minghao."
My mother and I were sincerely grateful to my uncle. If it weren't for his appearance, I might already be in a very bad
situation. The new house was in the suburbs not far from the city, a villa that my uncle had left vacant. On the day of the move,
while the movers were busy, my uncle took the time to come and show us around. Accompanying him were
two cousins I had never met before.
They both had blond hair and wore earrings, looking very trendy. I had
heard from my grandmother's house that my uncle's wife died early, and without proper discipline, the two brothers caused
chaos in various private schools in Taiwan, resulting in no school wanting to accept them. So, my uncle had no choice but to send them
abroad.
Several years had passed, and the two looked to be around 21 or 22 years old, but their crude, frivolous appearance was completely
undisguised.
"Minghao, these are your eldest and second cousins. It's been years since you last saw
them, hasn't it? If I'm busy in the future, feel free to ask them for help if you have any difficulties. You
two need to take care of your younger brother, understand?" Looking at their sleepy faces, take care of him? Do I need their care?
"Xiaohan, you'll be starting work at the company soon. Don't rush things, take your time.
Minghao still needs your help
." Mom nodded
, her head bowed. The eldest and second cousins' sleepy eyes immediately lit up when they saw Mom.
Today, Mom was wearing a striped t-shirt, a tight-fitting cotton skirt, and flesh-colored stockings.
Her hair was casually tied up in a bun, a relaxed look.
Mom's full bust stretched the t-shirt tightly, revealing glimpses of her bra. The short
skirt couldn't hide her long, shapely legs, which looked even more alluring in the stockings.
Although her expression still betrayed her fatigue and slight weariness, she looked even more charming.
"Auntie looks so young!" My eldest cousin immediately showered her with compliments upon seeing her. "She looks like she's only
in her early twenties! How does she maintain her youthful appearance?"
My second cousin, like a thief, secretly observed her beautiful figure before quickly averting his gaze.
My mother simply smiled faintly at my eldest cousin's flattery and didn't say much. I wanted to persuade my mother to
change her clothes, but given the sensitive nature of the topic, I couldn't bring myself to say it.
My uncle showed us around the house; it was a duplex. As my mother went up the stairs, her narrow
skirt revealed a glimpse of her stockings. My eldest and second cousins stared intently at her buttocks, their eyes
practically spitting fire.
I immediately reached out to cover my mother's buttocks and glared at them.
They sheepishly went downstairs.
At lunchtime, to thank my uncle, my mother invited him and his son to stay for lunch.
During the meal, the two brothers wolfed down their food. Their uncle lamented that their mother had died young and that he hadn't eaten
such home-cooked meals in a long time. While eating, the brothers kept praising their mother's cooking skills, making her beam with joy
.
"If you like, you are welcome to come and eat with us anytime," their mother said with a smile. I don't know
why my mother said that. After all these experiences, hadn't she become more vigilant?
Was she blind and completely oblivious to the lewd thoughts hidden in their eyes?
I respect my uncle, but I really don't like the brothers.
(9)
In the days that followed, life slowly returned to normal. My legs gradually recovered, and my mother was able to work
steadily at my uncle's company.
Everything seemed to have returned to normal, but those nightmarish memories still tormented my heart.
My condition gradually improved, but the doctor's medicine made me feel very uncomfortable, as if I were walking on cotton wool
.
Everything around me was blurry, like a zombie.
During this time, my uncle often came to see me and discussed my condition with my mother. My mother would always burst into
tears while talking. My uncle would just frown and remain silent. Gradually, my uncle came more and more often, and occasionally he would
go out alone with my mother.
Lying in bed, I kept thinking, what if my mother was bullied by my uncle...
No... My uncle saved our family, but didn't that old turtle trick my mother with the same method
...
How can you compare my uncle to that old turtle!
The thoughts in my mind kept changing, almost driving me crazy.
But fortunately, my mother always came back after going out for a while, and nothing seemed amiss when she returned.
Slowly, I let my guard down around my uncle.
Then one night, my uncle came again.
After my mother put me to bed, she chatted with my uncle in the living room.
My mother and uncle drank wine as they talked.
I listened intently, and suddenly there was no sound.
I quietly slipped out of the room and hid near the stairs, peering down.
I saw my mother and uncle embracing, passionately kissing, their lips and tongues entwined, making soft
"tsk...tsk" sounds.
My uncle's right arm was around my mother, while his left hand slowly caressed her breast through her clothes. My mother was breathing softly
.
Their lips and tongues were locked in a passionate embrace, and this scene stunned me…
Why?
Why were my mother and uncle…?
So, my uncle only wanted my mother's body…?
A wave of dizziness made me lose my footing, and I leaned against the stairs, panting slightly.
My uncle impatiently tried to remove my mother's top, but my mother suddenly pulled away from him, tugged at her clothes, and
lowered her head, saying, "…Wait…wait a while…until Haohao is more stable. Bringing this up to him now…I
'm afraid he can't handle it."
My uncle smiled and nodded, then pulled my mother closer.
"Xiaotong, I love you, I will take care of you and Minghao.
" "Mmm..."
Mom nestled in Uncle's arms like a kitten, and the two cuddled for a while before Uncle drove
away.
(10)
After that night, I started seeing things again.
I always saw Old Gutou come back and press down on Mom to satisfy his lust; and the look
of surprise on Mom's face when she saw me hugging her legs and kissing her was also flashing in my mind.
My life was once again filled with some noisy arguments. These made it impossible for me to sleep, and I was on the
verge of going crazy.
During this period, Mom took even better care of me, often chatting with me and making me happy.
Perhaps the doctor asked her to do so.
After work, Mom would always change into casual clothes and sit on the bed with me to fold clothes while chatting
.
And I always admired Mom's beautiful figure, especially her
long, beautiful legs that were still covered in flesh-colored stockings under her shorts.
A faint scent of perfume wafted from my mother's body, making me feel a surge of heat.
I was familiar with my mother's naked body, but the image etched into my mind by that cruel scene, a mixture of
pity and lustful excitement, swirled within me.
Suddenly, my mother leaned down, and through the wide neckline, I clearly saw her
white breasts encased in pale green lace bra cups. The angle made them appear even larger and softer, and the deep cleavage dazzled my
eyes.
My mother seemed to notice my lewd gaze. She glanced down at herself, immediately covered her neckline with her right hand,
and took two steps back, lowering her head, unable to look at me.
My mother was wary of me.
It turned out that incident had been weighing on her mind.
The thought of my uncle and mother's close relationship, and my mother's guarded attitude towards me, burned with jealousy
.
"Mom, how are things between you and Uncle lately?" I asked, trying to ease the awkwardness. "Ah...what...
how?"
"Are you going to marry your uncle?" I continued coldly. My mother was startled and stammered, "You
...you...why are you asking this?"
"I heard everything that day, didn't they kiss? Didn't he say he loved you?"
My mother's face instantly turned red, and she lowered her head and whispered, "I...I don't know...I just want you
to get better soon...I haven't thought about anything else..."
"Why do you care about me?!" My pride was suddenly pierced, as if my illness was preventing my mother from
marrying my uncle: "If you want to marry him, then marry him! Do you think I can't live?! Do you think he
really wants to marry you? Don't be silly!! He just wants your body!! Just like that old pimp!! Who would want
a woman who has been raped?!"
I shouted out all my resentment. My mother was stunned for a moment, and then "slap!" A slap
landed on my face.
My mother had never hit me before, and this slap landed squarely on my face and my heart.
"Haohao...I'm sorry..." Mom calmed down and leaned closer to see my swollen right cheek.
"Get away from me!!" I pushed Mom away and glared at her angrily.
"You...you...boohoo..." Mom covered her face and ran out crying.
(9) My relationship with Mom fell to a freezing point. Although Mom always showed me kindness, I always 　　responded
coldly . 　　Mom cried anxiously, but I remained unmoved. 　　My uncle and my two cousins still often came to our house. 　　Watching them laugh and chat, it seemed like they were the real family, while I remained silent on the side. 　　Mom's smile was so beautiful, why...why is Mom always someone else's... 　　they all just want Mom's body, the one who truly loves Mom is me. 　　It was time to go see the protector regularly. 　　When I got up at noon, I saw Mom dressed up in a pretty outfit washing vegetables in the kitchen. 　　Mom's hair was tied in a ponytail, and she wore a short-sleeved pink polo shirt, white casual shorts, 　　and semi-transparent dark black stockings, making her legs look even softer and more delicate. It 　　was the typical outfit of a young girl these days, but Mom dressed up just as well as those young girls, perhaps even 　　more so. Seeing Mom's beautiful back view 　　only made me more annoyed. Going out dressed like this would only give more people a feast for the eyes, and those undisguised, intrusive stares 　　always made me break out in a cold sweat. 　　"I can go by myself, it's not like I don't have legs," I said irritably. "Haohao...don't treat Mom like this, 　　okay?" 　　Mom said, her head down, her voice almost breaking into tears. I waved my hand impatiently and said, "You don't need to pity me, 　　go find your own happiness." 　　With that, I left my stunned mother behind, turned around, and went out the door without looking back. 　　Mom sadly buried her face in her hands and cried on the table. 　　After crying for a while, the doorbell rang, and my eldest and second eldest cousins arrived. 　　"Oh? Auntie, are you crying?" my eldest cousin said, his heart pounding at the sight of his mother's tearful face.

"No...no, my eyes hurt..."
"Isn't Minghao here?" the second cousin asked, peeking in.
"...Yeah, he went to see the protector."
"Auntie, are you cooking? I'm hungry," the eldest cousin said with a lecherous grin. "Okay...I'll go cook now," Mom
forced a smile and went to the kitchen to prepare the meal.
While Mom was washing vegetables and cooking, the eldest and second cousins stared intently at Mom's round buttocks, their eyes
lingering on her beautiful legs clad in black stockings.
The eldest cousin pretended to be studying, leaning against Mom's back and pretending to watch her cook, but actually he was inhaling her
fragrance and rubbing her soft buttocks through his crotch.
"...Auntie...Auntie..." the eldest cousin mumbled.
"Hmm?" Mom turned around.
The eldest cousin couldn't resist any longer, reaching out and grabbing Mom's breasts, rubbing them through her clothes.
"What are you doing!!! Let go!!! Let me go..." Mom struggled fiercely, but
how could she break free from the strength of a grown man?
Mom was quickly dragged into the living room, and her eldest cousin pulled her to the ground, grabbing her and kissing her face
indiscriminately. "Auntie...we've been holding back for so long...just let us have some fun...just once is enough!"
Mom was terrified, struggling and kicking wildly, shouting, "Go away...
don't do this...stop it...I'm your auntie...let go!"
Her eldest cousin ignored her, licking her face frantically with his tongue while
groping her body.
While kissing her tightly closed lips, he reached for her breasts with his right hand, but she held them tightly
to her chest, preventing him from succeeding.
"Damn it, what are you standing there for? Come help!" her eldest cousin yelled at her second cousin.
"Brother...this isn't right..."
"What's wrong with it! Don't you want to sleep with her?! Now hurry up and do it!"
"Mingjie...please save your auntie, don't do this..." Mom pleaded, calling her second cousin's name.
"Brother... I still don't think this is right."
The second cousin watched as his mother's body was tightly pinned down by his eldest cousin, and she could only helplessly twist and struggle .
A faint blush appeared on his mother's face from the struggle, and a few beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
He swallowed and slowly walked towards his mother.
"Quick! Pry her hands off!" the eldest cousin shouted.
The second and eldest cousins pulled their mother's hands apart, and the second cousin tightly pinned her hands to the ground.
Once his mother's chest was unprotected, the eldest cousin's hands immediately began to rub her breasts through her clothes.
"Baby, what big breasts you have, Auntie. You usually cover them up so tightly, but your breasts are so big!"
He pulled his mother's pink polo shirt up to her neck.
His mother's pair of snow-white breasts, encased in a light blue bra, were now exposed to this vigorous
young man without any defense.
"No...no, please...please...stop it!" Mom shook her head,
shrinking back, but her hands were held tightly, and her body was pinned down, unable to move.
Mom trembled with fear, her breasts heaving with her movements.
The older cousin's breathing became rapid, and he impatiently grabbed Mom's breasts, one in each hand.
"Damn...they're so big...so soft!" the older cousin exclaimed.
He rubbed them a few times through her bra, then slipped his hands inside, grabbing Mom's breasts directly,
pushing her bra down to below her neck.
He continued to rub Mom's snow-white, soft breasts, lowering his head to suckle her pale pink nipples,
making smacking sounds.
The mother turned her head away, closed her eyes in pain, and murmured, "No...please...
don't do this...please let me go..."
The older cousin stuck out his tongue and quickly licked the mother's nipples, his hands kneading and squeezing her breasts until they were deformed.
He found that his hands couldn't completely envelop the two soft breasts.
"Auntie...so big...is it an E cup?" the older cousin asked breathlessly.
Hearing such a humiliating question, tears welled up in the mother's eyes.
The older cousin pinched the mother's soft breasts with both hands, squeezing them together
, sucking and licking her breasts like he was eating ice cream. After licking the left nipple, his tongue moved to the right nipple, from the tip to the small,
round areola, the soft, white flesh. His tongue licked all over the breast, while his hands continued
to knead the mother's breasts.
After a long while, he removed his mother's breasts, which were now covered in disgusting saliva, wet and sticky
, glistening with an eerie light. The originally pale pink nipples had hardened, turning a faint red.
"I've been with many foreign women abroad, but I've never seen such beautiful breasts. They're so soft and elastic,
it feels so good to grab them," the eldest cousin said, admiring his mother's breasts with rapt attention. Then, he and his second
cousin grabbed their mother's hands and feet, lifting her to the sofa. Their mother leaned against the edge of the sofa, the second cousin
wrapped his legs around her waist, and grabbed her hands. The eldest cousin knelt, spreading their legs apart and tucking them
under his armpits, his hands caressing their mother's legs, which were covered in black stockings.
"Auntie… your legs are so beautiful,"
the mother cried, her legs twisting and turning, but she couldn't move, tightly trapped under her eldest cousin's armpits.
"Mmm...warm and smooth, it feels so good..."
The eldest cousin's hands roamed all over his mother's long legs, his hands moving back and forth over her calves, caressing her
soft calf muscles. His hands slipped inside her white shorts, kneading her tender thighs and buttocks
, hissing as he rubbed her stockings.
"Mingjie, what are you standing there for? Rub her breasts, it feels good."
"I...I...I still don't think this is right."
"Damn it! Didn't you steal those panties last time? You think I didn't see you masturbating with them?"
Hearing his older brother's words, the second cousin could only slowly reach out and slip his hands under his mother's armpits. Her
bra was nowhere to be found. "Mingjie...Auntie knows you're a good boy...let go quickly."
"Auntie promises not to tell your dad..." Mom pleaded.
"Tell my old man?" The eldest cousin snorted.
"Does my old man know you were fucked to pieces by that Feng guy?"
"Ah!!!" Mom gasped in surprise. "A used-up woman trying to play the saint, wanting to
split the inheritance with your crippled son, you're dreaming." The eldest cousin laughed smugly. He lowered his head to kiss Mom's
knees, which were slightly white in black stockings, and licked them along the curve of her legs with his tongue, saying, "Let
us brothers have some fun first. With such an alluring body, I'm afraid my old man can't handle it."
The second cousin grabbed Mom's breasts in one hand and slowly rubbed them.
"Ah... Auntie... so big... so soft," the second cousin murmured in a dreamlike voice.
"Mingjie, first time touching a woman's breasts, is it good?" the eldest cousin said with a lewd grin. The second cousin, panting heavily,
gripped his mother's round, soft breasts tightly, kneading them with a maniacal intensity. Their perfect shape
was repeatedly destroyed and restored under his pressure, this brutal act causing his mother to cry out in pain,
but the second cousin persisted.
The eldest cousin lifted his mother's body onto the sofa, kneeling on the floor and raising her legs to his shoulders,
licking the inside of her calves alternately. The second cousin continued to knead her breasts, while the eldest cousin
sucked and licked her soft calves. Soon, the calves of her black stockings were covered in his saliva,
glistening with white stains. The two brothers continued to defile their mother's beautiful body, and she could only endure the pain,
tears of humiliation streaming down her face.
The eldest cousin tried to undo his mother's pants, and she struggled fiercely, but no amount of resistance could overcome
the intense lust of the two young men; her white shorts were ripped off in an instant.
Mom was only wearing a pink polo shirt rolled up to her neck and semi-transparent dark black stockings. Her
long, beautiful legs, encased in black stockings, were fully exposed to her older cousin. He stared, mesmerized. He
folded Mom's body into an L-shape, leaving her two long, stockinged legs standing straight in mid-air. He
buried his face between her thighs, licking and sucking the crotch of her stockings. Mom's head rested on her second
cousin's stomach, her body contorted in an uncomfortable angle, a look of pain on her face.
He alternately sucked on his mother's soft, elastic thighs, his hands kneading her tender buttocks.
He slowly stood up, licking from her thighs to her calves. He grabbed her small feet, clad in black stockings, and brought his nose to
smell them: "Oh...so fragrant!" He inhaled deeply several times. His mother's legs bent and kicked incessantly. He took her
feet into his mouth, sucking on her beautiful toes. His mother's head was pulled back, her legs kicking wildly. His older cousin
stuck out his tongue and licked the soles of her feet from bottom to top. "Ugh...ugh...mmm..." His mother's body twisted and tried
to dodge, but her breasts and legs were held tightly, and she could only helplessly groan in pain.
His older cousin lowered his mother's legs, turned her over, and made her kneel before his second cousin. His older cousin told his
second cousin to unzip his pants, and his already swollen penis sprang out. A stench of urine mixed with semen
made his mother turn her head away.
The eldest cousin grabbed his mother's ponytail and said, "Don't I need to teach you anymore?"
His mother shook her head in grievance, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Damn it! What are you pretending for at a time like this?" The eldest cousin forcefully pressed his mother's head against his second cousin
's stomach.
His mother had no choice but to reach out her slender, white hands and gently grasp his penis, opening her beautiful
little mouth to take the glans inside. The moist, warm sensation made his second cousin tense up with pleasure. His mother closed
her eyes, her head moving up and down.
The eldest cousin, meanwhile, sucked and rubbed his mother's plump, soft buttocks, making "pop" sounds
. His buttocks, clad in black stockings, were covered with round lip prints.
He tore a hole in the crotch of his mother's stockings, revealing light blue lace panties. He pulled the panties aside,
revealing a small tuft of pubic hair glistening, her labia closed, slightly moist, with a pink
clitoris peeking out.
"Look...it's all wet."
"No...no...don't look," Mom said, turning her hand to cover her crotch, her mouth leaving his penis
.
The older cousin easily brushed Mom's hand aside, bringing his face close to smell her genitals, saying with a look of ecstasy,
"She's beautiful, even her cunt is beautiful, and it smells so sweet, truly a top-quality pussy."
He then parted Mom's labia, sticking out his tongue to lick her clitoris and vaginal opening, sucking
on her clitoris.
"Ah..." Mom cried out loudly, her head raised high, but the second cousin forcefully pressed it down, his entire
penis shoving into her mouth, piercing her throat. Mom coughed, tears streaming down her face, only able to make "woo-woo"
sounds.
The eldest cousin's tongue moved rapidly, while the second cousin thrust his hips repeatedly into their mother's mouth. They both reached out
to knead their mother's breasts, which swayed in the air. More and more fluid
flowed from their mother's vagina. Suddenly, the second cousin let out a "uh," his body shuddering violently as he ejaculated all his semen into their mother's throat. Caught off guard
, she swallowed most of it and retched, leaning against the sofa.
"Huff..." the second cousin exhaled, then lay down on the sofa to rest.
At this moment, the eldest cousin had already taken off his pants, grabbed their mother's hair, and said, "Okay,
it's my turn to enjoy myself."
Their mother looked up, her face flushed, her eyes glazed over, a
trace of semen dripping from her lips. Seeing their mother like this, the second cousin's previously limp penis hardened again.
Meanwhile, the eldest cousin had switched positions, pressing their mother's head under his crotch and enjoying himself.
The eldest cousin, seeing his second cousin still standing there with his penis erect, pointed at his mother's buttocks and said, "Wait for you
... hurry up!"
"Brother... this... this..."
"Damn, your mouth's dry, might as well go all the way!"
The second cousin then thrust his erect penis wildly into his mother's vagina, unable to find a way in. His
mother panicked, frantically trying to push and shove her hands behind her back, but her head was firmly pressed down by her eldest cousin, and she could only make "woof woof" sounds.
Seeing her second cousin still poking around at her entrance, Mom could only sway her hips from side to side to dodge, which
only made it more sexy to him.
Finally, his glans squeezed into her narrow opening, and Mom couldn't help but cry out, "Ah..."
before her eldest cousin pressed her head down tightly. Mom tried to move forward, but her hips were held firmly by her second cousin, and
she could only feel him slowly pushing his penis deeper into her vagina.
"Oh...so good...so tight...so warm," her second cousin murmured, closing his eyes in pleasure.
He inserted his entire penis into Mom's vagina and began clumsily, instinctively, thrusting his lower body. The second cousin
moved faster and faster, his thighs slapping against the mother's buttocks with a "slap slap slap slap" sound. The mother's hands slapped against
the second cousin's hands, her mouth filled with the eldest cousin's penis, her face contorted in pain, only able to groan "Ugh...woo...
woo...woo...woo."
The mother's body was shaken back and forth by the thrusting, her breasts heaving violently.
After a few minutes, the second cousin thrust even faster, reaching forward to forcefully pinch the mother's breast, then his body
shuddered and collapsed to the side, motionless.
The mother's mouth was still filled with the eldest cousin's penis, moving up and down, while the eldest cousin reached out and grabbed one of the mother's
breasts, playing with it.
Gushes of white semen flowed from the mother's vagina, splashing onto the sofa due to the shaking of her body.
The mother had been raped again, and this time by her own nephew.
"Ugh, your technique is terrible," the older cousin
said, standing up out of boredom. "You can't even use your tongue properly." He then flipped his mother over, placing her legs, clad in black stockings, on his arms. He thrust his penis downwards,
penetrating her vagina in one swift motion. His mother jumped in fright, frantically slapping his arms and screaming.
"No...don't do this...please let me go..." The older cousin ignored him, focusing only on thrusting.
After about ten thrusts, he leaned forward, bending his mother's body forward, and forcefully
pounded into her vagina from above like a pile driver. "Ah...no...ahhh...ah...I beg you...let me go..." His mother's
legs, clad in black stockings, swayed against his shoulders, her small feet tightly clenched. The older cousin
kissed his mother's calves and toes as he thrust, kneading her breasts with his hands and sucking on them.
His mother's face flushed, her white teeth biting her index finger, and with each thrust, she moaned softly.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..."
To the older cousin, the sound was incredibly alluring. He turned his mother to her side, spreading her legs apart,
her left leg stretched out in mid-air. He lay on his side behind her, his left hand encircling her left leg, inserting his penis into her
vagina. His right hand went under her armpit to rub her breasts, while his left hand held her left leg, kissing and
licking her long, beautiful legs clad in black stockings. He pressed his face against the stockings, smelling the scent of her legs.
His penis thrust forcefully into her lower body, causing her body to tremble violently. Her calves swayed in mid-air
, her breasts, covered in red handprints, swayed like waves. With each thrust of his penis in and
out of her vagina, a lot of white foam was produced.
A dozen minutes later, my older cousin suddenly hugged my mother tightly and thrust his genitals into her vagina several
times, ejaculating into her body. When he pulled out his semi-erect penis, a large amount
of semen flowed from her vaginal opening.
My older cousin leaned back on the sofa, smoking with satisfaction. My second cousin was sitting on the sofa next to me, watching my mother
being raped with his erect penis. My mother was huddled on the sofa, sobbing softly.
"Hey... how about one more time?" My older cousin asked after finishing his cigarette.
………
(10)
To train my legs, I deliberately got off the bus a few stops earlier and walked home slowly.
It was already afternoon when I got to my door.
Just as I opened the door, I found two pairs of men's shoes in the entryway.
Then I heard two men talking as they walked towards the door.
It was the two brothers.
When they saw me standing at the door, my older cousin smiled at me, while my second cousin immediately lowered his head. "Oh
, Minghao, you're back. Did the protector give you a hard time?"
"You... what are you doing here?"
"Oh, we didn't have lunch, so we came to your house for a meal. How about it? Are you full?" He asked with a smile
. My second cousin kept his head down and didn't say a word. I ignored their sarcastic remarks and went straight into the house.
My mother was even cooking for them, completely unaware that her son was still hungry.
I went into the kitchen, wanting to find something to eat, but found the table empty.
My favorite water spinach was soaking in the sink, and there was a half-cooked fish in the pot. A
sense of foreboding washed over me. I rushed to the living room and saw my mother lying almost naked on the sofa.
"Ahhhhhh!!!!" I let out a painful scream.
I ran out the door and chased after them, running as fast as I could, falling several times along the way.
But the two of them seemed to have vanished, completely out of sight.
When I returned home, it was already evening.
I entered the living room. My mother was still lying there, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, just as she had
been after being raped by that old man.
A foul, metallic smell emanated from the messy living room. Evening sunlight streamed in through the French windows, illuminating my mother's
face, breasts, body, and legs, all covered in semen.
Some of it had dried and clumped, sticking to her disheveled hair and face; others clung to her
stockinged legs, slowly dripping onto the carpet.
My mother's body was red and swollen, covered in scratches. Her breasts were marked with pale red finger marks and bruises. Her black
stockings were almost torn, her left leg bent and pressed against the floor, her groin red and swollen, still leaking semen.
I couldn't believe this was the same mother who had radiated vitality that morning; lying there was merely a
shell of a body, brutally violated.
I didn't know how many times my mother had been violated; I couldn't imagine the cruelty of the atrocities she had endured.
I didn't know what to do. My head spun, my ears were filled with a hissing noise, and my head
was throbbing nervously.
I lost consciousness again.
When I woke up, I found myself still lying on the living room floor. I could hear the sound of running water and my mother's
intermittent sobs coming from the bathroom.
My mother hadn't gone to the company for a week, and my uncle had come a few times, but I had chased him away each time.
My mother stopped talking and
stayed in her room all day, refusing to come out. She would also vomit whenever she ate.
I talked to my mother a lot, including about moving away from this place, staying away from these people, and
that my mother and I would never have anything to do with them again. I would go to work and earn money.
But my mother would always give me a deep look, as if she could see right through me, and then turn her head and
stare out the window.
Three weeks later, my uncle called and told me to make sure my mother heard the phone.
I told my mother about it, and she silently took the receiver and went into her room.
I stood outside the door eavesdropping. My mother cried after saying only a few words, and she cried for a long time. Then she had a
long talk.
(11)
I don't know what my uncle said to my mother. The next morning, I woke up to find my mother looking radiant,
dressed in a white shirt and dark blue pencil skirt, with flesh-colored elastic stockings on her legs, just
like she usually wore to work. She was making breakfast in the kitchen.
"Get up! Go wash your face and have breakfast!" My mother smiled and turned to me, her sweet and pretty
face lightly made up, making her look even more radiant.
I stood there dumbfounded, wondering why my mother had changed so much overnight.
But I still silently walked towards the bathroom.
"Haohao," my mother called to me.
"The past is the past... We still have to live our lives from now on," my mother
said without turning her head, her hands still busy making the food. I didn't understand what my mother was saying; I only felt a huge surge of anger
welling up inside me.
The past?
The future?
My life was basically ruined because I had witnessed unimaginable horrors, experienced
hellish ordeals that most people could never have.
Was she going to go back to work there? How could she have the nerve?
Why could she say it so easily?
Just as I was washing up in the bathroom, the doorbell rang. My mother answered; it was the deliveryman.
"Miss Li Xiaotong?... Please sign here."
Just as I finished washing my face, a scream suddenly came from the living room—it was my mother's voice.
"...Get away... No... Hao... Hao Hao... Save Mom!"
I immediately ran to the living room and saw a man in a package company uniform pinning my mother down,
saying, "I peep at you every day... I take pictures of your legs... You're so beautiful... I... I masturbate looking
at your pictures every day..." My mother's white shirt had three buttons undone. The man's right hand was
caressing my mother's breasts through her white bra, while his left hand was rolling up her skirt to her waist, kneading her
thighs clad in flesh-colored stockings. His mouth was kissing my mother's face indiscriminately.
My mother struggled, dodging the man's mouth from side to side.
I grabbed my old cane and smashed it hard against the back of the man's head. The man saw me, was startled
, and quickly ran out the door.
My mother lay half-reclined on the ground, still shaken, her face flushed. She didn't look at me, and whispered, "I'll
go change my clothes..."
Why...
what world am I living in...?
If this is a long nightmare, can't I just wake up?
Why can everyone violate my mother? What
if I hadn't been there? Would she have been raped by that man delivering the package again?
I remembered the expressions on Old Man Turtle's, my cousin's, and my uncle's faces, even the man's excited panting.
Why can they all enjoy my mother's beautiful body, but I can't?
My mother has been abused again and again, why won't she leave with me?
I finally understood.
My mother wasn't unable to leave, she refused to leave. It wasn't for me, it was for herself.
My mother, who married my father before graduating high school, had long been accustomed to relying on the men around her.
I even suspected that my mother had actually been raped by my father, otherwise, why could my unremarkable father
marry such a beautiful woman?
My mother willingly stayed with Old Man Turtle and my uncle.
Saying it was for my sake was just a weak excuse…
Something inside me completely collapsed.
I went to my mother's room. The door was ajar. I pushed it open, and my mother was zipping
up her dark blue pencil skirt. When she saw me, she was startled at first, then forced a smile and said, "Haohao…aren't you going to eat breakfast?"
I stared blankly at my mother's beautiful face, her exquisitely curvaceous body, her
large breasts tightly encased in a white shirt, her slender waist, her round, full hips, and her long, shapely legs under the pencil skirt, paired with flesh-
colored elastic stockings. The pinkish sheen made her fair legs even more alluring.
My mother nervously scratched behind her ear with her fingers, her two beautiful little feet intertwined,
her toes rubbing together inside the stockings.
I could no longer bear it.
I rushed forward and pushed my mother down onto the bed, trembling all over as I hugged her.
My mother was startled by my movement and immediately said, "Haohao... what's wrong... Mom's okay..."
But I didn't move, just hugged her tightly. She shifted uncomfortably and said, "Haohao
... get up, okay... you're making Mom uncomfortable..."
I didn't say a word, burying my face in her chest.
After a while, I lifted my head and carefully examined her beautiful face, feeling
the warmth emanating from her soft, mature body...
My mother looked at me with a mixture of confusion and fear...
I couldn't hold back any longer.
I started tearing at her shirt. The buttons on her white shirt fell to the floor with a forceful tug. My mother
was stunned, her eyes wide, unable to believe what she was seeing.
It wasn't until my trembling hands covered my mother's chest that she finally thought to resist.
"Haohao!!! What are you doing... Don't joke around... Get down... Stop messing around!"
My mother grabbed my hands, but I grabbed her hands with my left hand and pulled them behind her back. With my right hand,
I gently squeezed her breasts through the white bra cup.
It was such a wonderful sensation; the white flesh was so soft, yet so elastic
.
Like a naive student, I played with my mother's breasts through her bra, while her body
twisted and turned, and she pleaded incessantly.
Words had lost all meaning for me. I grabbed the curtain tie from the bedside table and tied my mother
's hands behind her back. I hurriedly unhooked her bra, and what came into view were
the beautiful, white breasts I had always dreamed of, rising and falling with my mother's rapid breathing.
My trembling hands grasped my mother's breasts, and their softness and elasticity left my mind blank.
I finally touched my mother's breasts.
Instinctively, I began to knead them, watching those two beautiful mounds of soft flesh on her chest
deform in my hands. I was incredibly excited, like I had finally gotten a long-awaited toy that would never
break no matter how I played with it.
I excitedly kneaded my mother's tender breasts, and her body resisted violently, crying out,
"Haohao... what's wrong with you... stop... I'm your mother... stop!" I lowered my head and suckled on my
mother's small, cute pink nipple. I never imagined that after more than ten years,
I would finally get to taste that delicious little bean, something I had never experienced as a child.
I suckled on my mother's nipple like a baby suckling milk, licking it with my tongue,
making "tsk tsk tsk" sounds. My mother's right nipple quickly turned a light red and hardened
. I held my mother's nipple in my teeth and gently rubbed it from side to side. My mother's body twisted from side to side,
and her breasts swayed with it.
I lingered between my mother's breasts, her areolas glistening with my saliva. I squeezed them
together, licking both nipples, my tongue tracing the line between them
.
My mother's face flushed, her head swaying from side to side, tears streaming down her face. I continued to knead her alluring
breasts, licking away her tears. Her eyes remained tightly shut, and the tears flowed even more. I licked her
delicate nose and beautiful face, finally moving to her lips. I licked and kissed her lips, my
tongue prying them open to lick her gums. She clenched her teeth, refusing to open them. I pinched her nose
, and she opened her eyes in surprise, staring at me. Her mouth opened slightly, but I immediately sealed it with my tongue, my tongue
darting into her mouth.
I sucked on her sweet saliva, and she let out a painful sigh.
I kissed my mother deeply for a long time before pulling away from her lips. She gasped for breath and tried
to get up to run away.
I pulled her back, and she fell back onto the bed, her breasts bouncing. I knelt on the bed,
pulled her up to lie on my chest, and reached behind her to pinch and knead her breasts. From this angle
, her breasts looked even softer and more vulnerable. My mother closed her eyes, her mouth wide open,
letting out a soft moan: "Haohao…stop it…no…ah…"
I knew that after being repeatedly ravaged by the old man's penis, my mother, who was originally somewhat frigid, had developed a sensitive
body. So I ignored her words and continued to knead her breasts, pinching her nipples with my fingers,
licking her earlobe, and slipping my right hand inside her lace panties to caress her genitals, feeling their
warmth and wetness.
My mother struggled incessantly, her tight skirt already rolled up to her waist, her long, slender legs in flesh-colored elastic stockings
kicking on the bed. The sight stimulated my senses. I shoved my mother down, spread her legs, and buried my face
between her thighs. I closed her thighs, enjoying the soft, smooth, warm embrace. I shook my
head from side to side, rubbing between her soft thighs encased in flesh-colored stockings. I grasped her soft thighs with both hands
, kissing her thighs along the groin. The stockings were smooth... The touch and warmth almost made me lose my senses.
Like savoring a delicacy, I traced my foot down my mother's thigh, kissing the back of her knees and her calves.
I licked the soft, white flesh encased in flesh-colored stockings, rubbing my face against it. Waves of heat
made me feel like I was dreaming. This beautiful body had kept me awake countless nights, and I had watched it
being violated without being able to do anything about it. But now, I was enjoying my mother's alluring body, her body right before me, at
my mercy.
I kissed my way down my mother's leg to her heel. I picked up her small foot and admired it. Her beautiful toes
were still encased in flesh-colored stockings, and a faint fragrance filled the air. But now I no longer had to watch
them being violated by others. I took one of my mother's toes into my mouth, licking and sucking it with my tongue.
The stockings around her toes quickly became glistening with my saliva. I felt so satisfied. My mother's feet were finally mine. I
finally had my mother's feet.
So I followed my mother's feet upwards, licking back to her inner thighs, turning her over and kneading and kissing her
soft buttocks. Her plump buttocks were almost as impressive as her breasts. I
rubbed my face against her buttocks, my hands continuing to grope her alluring body. I couldn't take it anymore. I turned her over, pulled off her
tight skirt, spread her legs, and placed them on my arm. I ripped open her stockings at the crotch and
pulled her white lace panties aside. Her labia were slightly closed, revealing a moist sheen.
I hurriedly pulled down my pants, taking out my already swollen and erect penis. My mother knew what was about to happen
, opened her eyes, and screamed, "Haohao!!!! No!!! No!! I'm your mother
... Haohao... Waaah..."
I suddenly snapped back to reality, looking at my almost naked mother and my swollen penis. I knew there
was no going back.
Ignoring my mother, I forcefully thrust my penis between her legs. Suddenly, she clamped
her legs together tightly. I forcefully pried them open again, but being inexperienced, I couldn't find the opening
and could only blindly thrust. Her constant dodging only fueled my impatience.
So I used a pillow to elevate her hips, parted her labia with my fingers, and rubbed her
clitoris with my thumb; the pink folds were constantly oozing fluid.
With my left hand, I parted her labia, and with my right hand, I guided my penis to the opening and slowly pushed it in.
In an instant, I felt the world spin. My mother's wet vagina gripped my penis tightly, and I couldn't help
but exhale a breath of fresh air. This was the place I had come from over ten years ago, and now I had returned here with a part of my body
. I felt a surge of excitement. As Mom felt my penis enter her body,
she suddenly convulsed as if she had gone mad, crying out loudly, "No!!!! Pull it out!!! Hao
Hao!!! You can't do this!!! You can't do this!!!..."
I became agitated, so I grabbed a pair of underwear from the side and stuffed them into Mom's mouth, slowly moving my body back and forth
.
Mom's vagina felt so good, her legs, clad in flesh-colored stockings, swayed and rubbed against my arms
. I started to speed up, forcefully thrusting into Mom while kissing her legs. Mom's breasts
swayed back and forth, and I leaned forward, kneading one with each hand. As I thrust, I admired Mom's body, when suddenly my waist
ached. I squeezed Mom's breasts hard and ejaculated into her vagina.
I collapsed onto Mom with a "whoosh."
Mom quieted down, turning her face away, her eyes so calm. It was the first time I had ever seen Mom with that look in her eyes;
it made me feel like I was facing a corpse.
But having just tasted physical pleasure, I had no time for such thoughts.
I lay on top of my mother, continuing to caress her body. Soon, my penis became hard again.
I made my mother change into various clothes and stockings; sometimes she looked mature and beautiful, sometimes young and pretty.
Every time she changed into a different outfit and stockings, I molested her in different ways before penetrating her.
I forced her to perform footjobs on me, using her beautiful little feet to clamp my penis and rub it against her, then ejaculating
onto her feet; I bent her legs and penetrated her inner thighs; I made her close her legs and penetrated
her thighs while lying on top of her.
I made her perform oral sex, breast sex, and even anal sex on me.
I kept trying different ways and positions, almost going crazy with pleasure.
That day, I released almost all the desires I had accumulated over the past 10 years onto my mother's body.
My mother was covered in my semen. After each time, I would carry her into the bathroom to wash her clean, then
change her clothes and stockings before continuing.
My mother stopped crying and let me do as I pleased, like a doll. If it weren't for the warmth of her alluring body,
I would have really wondered if she was dead.
...
My mother lay on the dining table, wearing only a white cotton mini-skirt, black opaque
pantyhose, and a red canvas shoe on one foot, while the other was in my mouth. Her hands were tied, and she
was making soft moans. I was squeezing her breasts, my penis thrusting vigorously in and out of her vagina
.
Suddenly, the phone rang. It was my uncle, asking why my mother hadn't gone to work.
I sneered, thrusting my penis into her forcefully. She cried out softly.
While I was having sex with her, I told my uncle that she and I were busy today and I would call him another day.
After hanging up the phone, I angrily and forcefully fucked my mother, finally ejaculating on her face.
My mother is mine, mine alone, and no one can take her from me.
That night, I hugged my naked mother from behind, my penis rubbing between her thighs clad in flesh-colored sheer stockings
, my hands kneading her soft, delicate breasts, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
"Mom…I love you, I want you to be with me forever, to belong only to me,"
I murmured, kissing my mother's smooth back.
…
The next day, I woke up to find my mother gone.
Breaking news: A woman fell from the XX building in XX city early yesterday morning. According to police,
the deceased was a woman in her 30s, and homicide has been ruled out. However, because she had no
identification documents on her, her identity cannot be confirmed at this time. She was wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans, and
was approximately 170 cm tall. An autopsy revealed that she was three months pregnant, and
the investigation is currently not ruling out relationship-related issues.
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