[My Mother Married Me, Part 2] Author: OWL

My Mother Married for Me, Part 2
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(1)
Like a train changing tracks, everything went wrong after that night.
My mother was raped.
Right in front of me, my mother cried out in a hoarse voice. Those scenes, like scenes from purgatory, were etched
into my mind.
I was very tired, but I couldn't fall asleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, my mother's painfully distorted face, her fair and tender breasts
, her red eyes, her long and slender legs... the gushing semen flowing between her legs... these images
alternated repeatedly in my mind. Anger mixed with a strange sense of excitement burned 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 alone in silence. 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 look more beautiful.
A ponytail hung down her back, and she wore a long-sleeved t-shirt and straight-leg jeans. The
narrow t-shirt couldn't hide her full bust, and the jeans made her legs appear even longer and
slimmer. She wore black socks.
Normally, I would have been playfully teasing and joking with my mother, but from now on, I wouldn't be.
My mother had been raped, and I had witnessed the entire incident. 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 phone ringing several times sounded like a mosquito buzzing in my ear
.
I was immersed in the pleasure of self-destruction…
After taking a deep 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 Old Man's voice.
"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 the wheelchair, I crawled to the
cabinet near the living room. I saw Old Man sitting next to my mother, one arm around her, the other hand shamelessly
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 shy about being covered up? I've already done it to you, what's there to be ashamed of?"
He pressed his mother down on the sofa, kissing her beautiful face and lips. She tried to dodge
, but his penis grabbed her cheek, shoving his filthy tongue into her mouth and sucking on it
. Tears streamed down her face.
He kissed her fair neck, roughly groping her breasts through her t-shirt. She closed her
eyes, enduring the pain. He grabbed her clothes, trying to pull them up, but she resisted, her hands gripping his. He lowered his head,
licking her ten delicate fingers, and forcefully pulled her t-shirt up to her neck. Her
soft breasts, covered by a pale yellow lace bra, were now exposed to the lewd middle-aged man
.
He ripped off her bra, and her 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, amidst the tangled pubic hair. The old man trembled with pleasure. The mother slapped him hard, and he released her head,
but kept half his penis in her mouth. Because it was pricking her throat, her throat twitched.
Combined with the stench of the old man's strange penis, she felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, but the old man pressed tightly against
the back of her head. The urge to vomit brought a painful flush to her face, and saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth to the ground.
Seeing her like this, the old man began to move his hips, faster and faster. With half his penis
in and out of her mouth, her white breasts bounced softly. The old man,
eyes closed in ecstasy, breathed heavily, then suddenly thrust his entire penis into her mouth, pumping wildly in and out. The mother
made painful "ooh ooh..." sounds, her hands slapping the old man's penis repeatedly, saliva flowing more and more from the corner of her mouth.
A few minutes later, the old man's penis moved intermittently before he pulled out his now somewhat limp penis and lay down on
the sofa to rest.
Mom was kneeling on the floor vomiting, spitting out a large amount of white semen. Mom raised her head, and
some semen remained at the corner of her mouth.
(2)
Mom wiped her mouth, stood up, picked up her clothes and was about to leave when the old man grabbed her from behind. His
hands just happened to grab Mom's breasts, and the old man took the opportunity to rub them. Mom twisted her body to resist:
"Go away...don't..."
The old man 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 her jeans with both hands. Mom held onto the waistband tightly to prevent him from taking them off. The old man used 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 stockings. Her long and shapely legs shone with a smooth and alluring light, like black jade.
The mother shifted uncomfortably backward, bending her legs and tightly covering her groin with her hands.
The old man's eyes widened, and without a word, he grabbed her two small, black-stockinged feet and put them in his mouth
. The mother tried to pull away, but her ankles were held tightly, so she could only struggle and kick wildly. The old man
savored the delicious stockinged feet, drooling with satisfaction. He sucked on her toes, making
"tsk tsk" sounds. Soon, her toes glistened with the old man's disgusting saliva
. He stroked her insteps, letting her soles rub against his face and nose, and
licked the soles with his tongue. His grotesque penis slowly hardened again, and the glans began to leak
fluid. He grabbed her right foot and licked her toes, soles, and instep like he was licking ice cream
. Soon, her 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 tighter. 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, so I
didn't dare to be too presumptuous, only carefully moving my index finger to feel that soft weight. Several times I got an erection and directly...
I pressed against my mother's soft buttocks, which were covered in a tight skirt, and occasionally I couldn't help but rub against her a few times. My breathing became rapid
, and 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 the tight skirt, my mother's long and beautiful legs were always exposed to passersby when I was riding my bike
. Motorcycle riders nearby would always intentionally or unintentionally steal glances at my mother's legs. When there was a lot of traffic, I
saw people taking pictures of my mother's legs in front of me several times.
At this time, I would turn my head and glare fiercely at that person until he ran away.
(5)
Although life at school was hard, my classmates were generally quite nice to me, especially the girls.
Some even confessed to me that it didn't matter if I had to walk with a cane for the rest of my life, and they were willing to take care of me for the rest of my life.
I didn't want to say anything, but this sentence really angered me.
She'll walk with a cane her whole life…
Am I supposed to be a useless person for the rest of my life, letting my mother live in hell forever? How long is a lifetime
? Could a woman like her, so innocent and pampered since childhood, possibly understand? Could she possibly
comprehend the pain my mother and I have endured?!
My pent-up anger exploded instantly. I swung the cane at her head, but she jumped aside
, and I fell to the ground, still roaring and cursing.
I could only hear her footsteps as she ran away and the faint sound of her sobbing.
Although the fall hurt, I was already used to this kind of pain.
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 that Old Turtle would be hit by a car and die on the road today, 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, Uncle."
"No matter what, I will never let any of my Chen family's descendants suffer any injustice."
After saying that, he glared at the discipline director and the principal, who immediately lowered their heads.
I watched my uncle leave by car at the school gate. The special warmth and kindness he exuded as an elder deeply comforted
my heart. If I could, I really wanted to burst into tears, but I couldn't, because my mother would be picking me up soon.

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