Junjie's lewd mother

Junjie, 9 years old (male), Guiyingzi, 38 years old (female) (Junjie's mother), Liao Chengnan, 40 years old (Junjie's father). Junjie's family lives right next to Guangming Temple, so they are all Buddhists—as the saying goes, "one is influenced by one's company." His mother often takes Junjie to the temple, while his father goes less often due to work. Each time his mother takes Junjie to the temple to offer incense, she always lets him listen to the young monks chanting while she goes to the backyard to listen to the older monks preach.

One time, the young monks were doing their homework, chanting things Junjie couldn't understand. Bored, Junjie wandered around and eventually reached the backyard, which was quiet. Curious, Junjie peeked through the cracks in the doors of each house to see what was inside. Upon seeing a side room on the right, Junjie suddenly noticed something inexplicable. Here's what he saw: On the tea table in the side room, a pair of legs clad in black sandals and brown stockings were slightly parted at a 30-degree angle. The short skirt was pulled up to her buttocks, and she wasn't wearing underwear. Her mons pubis was prominently protruding. Looking further up, the view was limited, and the view became obscured.

"This woman is... impossible. Mom was wearing flesh-colored stockings, and this woman isn't wearing underwear," Junjie thought, deciding to observe further. From the faintly shimmering monk's robe, a withered hand emerged and began to caress the woman's mons pubis. Then, the woman's stockings were pulled down to the top of her thighs, exposing her vulva completely. The woman cooperated by spreading her legs even wider, revealing wispy, curly black hair clinging to her prominent vulva. Her labia were slightly parted, not tightly closed. The withered hand continued its work, then slowly inserted its middle finger into the woman's vagina, hooking it and rhythmically pulling upwards. Vaginal secretions soaked the removed stockings, lubricating the thin, bony hand. The woman began to moan softly, but not loudly. The withered hand's thrusting became faster, and the woman's moans quickened, but the volume remained low, not daring to be loud.

Suddenly, the withered hand lifted her vulva upwards without moving, lifting the woman's entire buttocks off the coffee table. The woman finally couldn't help but cry out twice, "Ahhh... umhh..." followed by obvious panting. The hand left, and the vulva rhythmically convulsed, twice its previous size, with even more fluid gushing out. A jet of water shot high from the dilated vulva, soaking the woman's entire lower body; she had lost control of her bladder.

The woman fell silent, seemingly paralyzed. But it didn't seem to end there. The withered hand, holding an ice pop, inserted it into her vagina. The woman squeezed her legs together, crying out, "Ahhh... no!" Naive Junjie began to wonder. That voice...it was his mother! Oh, impossible, because the clothes were wrong.

When Junjie came to his senses, the popsicle had been replaced by a penis. The woman's legs were rolled up to her chest, the penis moving in and out, causing her labia to move in and out. The penis twitched, her labia turned inside out, the penis inserted, her labia squeezed in, making "plop...plop..." sounds... A few minutes later, the penis suddenly stopped and ejaculated.

Then it left.

"Sir, that's enough. Take a rest. You can go out first, I'll follow you out to avoid suspicion," was the first thing they said during the whole process.

The woman sat up: "Okay." Now Junjie saw clearly, who else could it be but his mother?

Junjie's mind was blank: What was his mother doing? Why wasn't she wearing a skirt? Why were she wearing socks? Whose hand was that? Why was she touching his mother there? Mom stood up, took off her pantyhose, threw them on the coffee table, took a pair of underwear and flesh-colored stockings from her withered hands, put them on, and put on her skirt. She walked towards the back of the house. Junjie suddenly pushed open the

door and ran in, "Mom!" Yingzi's face suddenly became very tense. "Junjie?? You... why did you run here... weren't you playing with them?" The old monk quickly left. "Oh/ I went to watch the little monk chanting sutras, and then I ran here and saw Mom inside," Junjie stammered. "Mom, why aren't you wearing a skirt and lying there letting him touch you?" Yingzi's face suddenly tensed up. "He... he's healing Mom."

Junjie suddenly realized. "Oh." "I understand, it's like that on TV too, old monks healing people, right?" Yingzi felt much relieved when she saw her son's innocent look, and her face softened a lot. After all, he was only 9 years old. "Yes, I just had the old monk cut a piece of jade for you. Here you go." Saying that, she handed Junjie a piece of purple jade.

"Jun Jie, Mom, I still don't understand, why don't you have a penis?" Yingzi laughed. "Mom is a woman." Women don't have penises, "Jun Jie." So, Mom wants someone else's penis to be inserted into her urethra, so Mom will have a penis and get better. Right? Yingzi was unsure whether to laugh or cry. "No, it's because Mom went to a master for treatment, and the master used his penis to insert into Mom." "Jun Jie, oh, can't I use mine?" Yingzi was almost scared. "No, yours is too small, and besides, I'm your mother." "Jun Jie, oh, then it'll be fine when I grow up, right?

" The most important thing right now was to prevent Jun Jie from spreading rumors, so Yingzi thought of this and coaxed her son, "Good baby!" "Don't tell anyone about what happened today, not even Dad, or Mommy won't want you anymore." But in her heart, she thought, "Kids will forget in a few days. When my husband comes back, it'll be two weeks later; he'll definitely forget."

Junjie didn't understand anything, he was just happy because he got a jade. "Hmm," "I definitely won't tell." It was already past 11 pm, and Jie couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned, his mind filled with the image of his mother's vulva being manipulated by those old hands: "Can this cure illnesses? How strange… One day I want to heal people like that old monk.

" "Beep beep beep…" The phone suddenly rang. Junjie picked up the extension in his room. His mother was already in the living room answering the phone.

"Master, how can this be? So many people, I…" His mother's voice stammered.

The voice of the old monk from earlier that day came from the other end of the line, "Female benefactor, since you have served Buddha with your body, and…"

"No, Master, I..."

The old monk said, "Come on, according to Buddha's requirements, the monks are preparing to begin the memorial ceremony. Your merit is immeasurable."

Mom: "But, I..." The phone hung up.

Junjie peeked through the crack in the door into the living room: Mom put down the phone, sat on the sofa, unconsciously touching her vulva, and sighed. Then she stood up, went back to the bedroom, and a moment later came out again. She was already dressed in a short skirt and flesh-colored stockings, and had left home. Junjie knew where she was going; Mom was going to see the old monk again for treatment. He quickly dressed, grabbed his binoculars, and quietly followed her out. Mom entered the temple through the back gate and went straight to the square behind the main hall. The old monk was already waiting in a corner of the hall.

"Benefactor, you've arrived," he said solemnly.

Mom replied calmly, "Yes, in this situation, I might not be able to hold on; there are too many people."

“Don’t worry, it’s just a ritual. Only the seven elders will actually stay with you until the end; everyone else will only have one minute each,” the old monk waved his hand, and two young novices came out from behind and stripped the mother naked. When the novices were about to remove the mother’s bra, the mother instinctively covered her chest with her hands. The old monk spoke again, “Female Bodhisattva, your breasts must be exposed, and don’t wear underwear, just like usual.” As he spoke, he pulled the mother’s bra down below her breasts, and her two full, snow-white breasts bounced out, perfectly supported by the pulled-down bra, very firm.

The old monk personally removed the mother’s underwear, and his hand began to caress her vulva. The mother’s expression was calm, without any reaction, as if it had become a routine, just mechanically cooperating with the withered hands removing her underwear. Junjie felt a little heartbroken, but more excited than anything else. The mother was only left with transparent flesh-colored stockings, and her vulva was slowly swelling from the old monk’s caresses, and her vaginal fluids began to seep out.

The old monk said, "Benefactor, let's go behind the Buddha statue first. You can moan to your heart's content today, hehe." Mom smiled and nodded, "Okay," swaying her hips as she followed behind. Junjie didn't dare get too close; the binoculars were useless now. Just then, the sounds of a woman's moans and the old monk's heavy breathing came from behind the Buddha statue… A young monk hurriedly ran behind the Buddha, and then Mom and the old monk rushed out, heading straight for the back courtyard of the main hall. The first thing Junjie saw was Mom's body; her stockings were torn open at the top of her thighs, exposing her hairy vulva. Her labia were slightly parted, with traces of semen still visible in the creases. Her breasts were sagging, and she swayed with her hurried steps, grabbing the old monk's clothes to wipe her vulva as she walked. Junjie quickly followed.

The courtyard behind the main hall was brightly lit. Thirty-odd monks, young and old, dressed neatly, sat in three rows. The younger ones were in front, and the six oldest monks were at the back. Beside them sat a strangely shaped chair, but no one sat on it.

An old monk handed the mother a pair of panties as thin as cicada wings and whispered, "Wear this to cover your torn stockings. If you don't want them to penetrate you, don't take it off." The mother put on the panties, which were almost invisible, thinner than stockings. The old monk whispered something else in her ear, and the mother smiled and replied, "I understand, thank you, Master." Junjie was getting anxious because there were so many people; he couldn't get too close and had to rely on binoculars. Were these people all there to treat his mother? The activity began: the mother stood in front of the first young monk on the left in the first row, slightly spreading her legs, but her gaze fell on the strange chair behind her. The young monk first tentatively touched his mother's vulva, seemingly for the first time. Then, emboldened, he began to play with her private parts through her sheer panties, probably feeling no difference from touching the real thing—those panties were simply—ugh! Suddenly, the young monk grabbed his mother's buttocks and frantically licked her genitals. After about three minutes, the mother took a step back, separating from the young monk. The young monk suddenly knelt down, kowtowing and saying something, then sat back down. The mother smiled at him and walked to the second, slightly older monk, pulling aside her panties covering her crotch. The older monk immediately stood up, took out a sex toy, put his right arm around the mother, lifted her right leg with his left, inserted the toy into her vagina, and began thrusting, while kissing her breasts. The mother's left leg was lifted, and Junjie saw that the stockings on the sole of her foot had turned black.

Also after about three minutes, the mother took a step back, and the older monk separated from her. When they reached the third monk, this time Mom didn't take off her underwear. Disappointed, the third monk did what the first young monk had done. The senior monk became even more impatient, staring intently at Mom's body, masturbating frantically, and then standing up and ejaculating onto Mom's buttocks… The fourth… the fifth… Some were allowed penetration, others could only touch and lick. The whole process was like a machine; Mom's expression was numb, without any reaction, only counting the time. Junjie thought: "Wow, so many people are treating Mom, her illness must be getting better quickly."

But judging from Mom's expression, it seemed like the treatment was making her worse. Only six old monks remained. Mom's lower body was like it had been pulled out of water, wet everywhere, including her breasts; her bra had been stolen. The mother walked up to the first old monk, a lewd smile suddenly spreading across her face. She spread her legs, pulled down her panties, and began masturbating. Her body arched backward, her feet and left hand supporting her weight, her hips spread 180 degrees. Her right hand rapidly massaged her vulva, twisting her hips as if moaning, but Junjie was too far away to hear.

Several minutes passed, and the old monks didn't move. The mother removed her panties, knelt on the ground, turned her buttocks towards the old monks, and continued doing things Junjie could never have imagined. She vigorously rubbed her genitals, occasionally shaking her vulva on the cold stone floor. Finally, the old monks couldn't restrain themselves any longer. The six old monks lifted the mother onto the strange chair they had been on, locking her limbs in designated positions, her legs spread wide and raised high. An old monk grabbed the mother's slender waist and unceremoniously thrust his penis into her vagina. Another, not to be outdone, moved under her and inserted it into her anus, while a third inserted it into her mouth… All three of the mother's orifices were being penetrated simultaneously. The other three old men were playing with her breasts and thighs… The six old monks exchanged positions, and the mother was finally stripped naked. Fortunately, their penises were all roughly the same size, otherwise it would have been difficult to handle.

After about 30 minutes, one of the old men took out a short, smooth, black stick about half a meter long from behind the chair. One of the old men began to slowly insert the stick into the mother's vagina. When the stick reached her vulva, the mother suddenly screamed and shook her head, "No! No!" The sound was quite loud. After almost an hour and a half, Junjie finally heard their first conversation, which was his mother's scream. The mother was desperately twisting her buttocks.

However, it was all in vain; she was already locked to the strange chair. The stick, little by little, penetrated deeper into Mom's body, 10 centimeters, 12 centimeters... 15 centimeters... 18 centimeters... "Ah!" "My God, it hurts!"... "My uterus... it's hitting my uterus, no!" Mom's voice was already a scream. The stick continued to penetrate, 20 centimeters... 21 centimeters... 22... 25 centimeters... Finally, it stopped. Mom's screams subsided. "Ah!" "Please..." Suddenly, the stick was quickly pulled out. Due to the high-speed compression of air, Mom's vulva made a "plop" and "pop" sound... Of course, there was also Mom's scream. The stick was slowly inserted again... quickly pulled out... Mom struggled in pain. ... The old men finally got tired of playing.

They all left.

Mom lay alone on the chair, her vulva swollen and red... The old monk who had seen her first came over, put Mom down from the chair, picked her up and carried her to the main hall. Junjie looked at the time on his phone; it was already past 2 a.m. He had to get home before his mother, but he followed them anyway. The old monk placed his mother on the floor of the Buddhist hall, dipped his hands in ice water, and slowly massaged her swollen vulva. His mother slowly opened her eyes. "Master… how could you lie to me… they went too far!" The old monk said, "Benefactor, this old monk didn't expect them to go so far. They are from the Buddhist Association. If you hadn't satisfied them just now, I wouldn't be able to become the next abbot." His mother closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Why didn't you say so earlier? I thought it was just your private activity." Junjie's mind was filled with questions: Why was his mother in so much pain after her treatment? Why couldn't he understand what they were saying? No, he had to get home quickly; his mother would scold him if she knew he hadn't slept properly and had run away.

"I'm sorry, I was afraid you wouldn't agree." The mother smiled bitterly and said weakly, "Why bother! With my relationship with the master, how could I not help you? But what if the others in the temple find out?" The old monk said, "They'll all go back in a few days. I put something in their dinner; everyone else will sleep soundly and won't be able to get up." The mother exclaimed, "You're so bold!" The old monk replied, "There's no other way! Anyway, very few people care about monks' affairs.

Hehe." The mother said, "I need to rest for a few days. Please bear with it for a few more days." The old monk said, "Thank you so much, Mother." "I can go now, or else..." The old monk said, "I know, let me help you get dressed." The old monk helped the mother put on her clothes and shoes, helped her stand up, and stuffed a wad of money into her hand. "Buy some spare stockings and underwear. Take them with you next time; I don't have any spares here." The mother said, "Why don't you go buy some and give them to me...?""...Yingzi (Jun Jie's mother's name), are you kidding me? How am I supposed to buy it? What if she recognizes me?" His mother smiled and glanced at him, then reluctantly walked out, still finding it hard to move... Jun Jie secretly ran home and went inside to sleep, but he couldn't fall asleep.

His mother carefully opened and closed the door... all her actions reached Jun Jie's ears.

At 6 a.m., Mom called Junjie to get up for breakfast. Seeing the unnatural way Mom walked, Junjie deliberately asked, "Mom! What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? You're unsteady on your feet?" Mom replied, "It's nothing, I just twisted my ankle. Why are you so listless? Didn't you get enough rest?" Junjie stammered, "Oh, nothing. I'm tired from studying." "Don't overwork yourself, my darling. Your dad will be back soon, and we'll go out for a few days." Junjie immediately perked up, "Great! But Mom, I want to touch your private parts too!" Yingzi said seriously, "No, I'm your mother." Junjie pouted, "If you won't let me touch you, then why did you let so many stinky monks touch you?" Yingzi was stunned, thinking: Did he see everything yesterday? "They're all here to treat Mom's illness, didn't you promise not to tell?" Junjie shouted. "Mom's lying!! Lying!! I clearly saw them bullying Mom. How can they treat Mom like that? They made Mom scream, and they even stuck a stick into Mom's genitals. I want to too!" "That's Mom's vulva, you can't touch it." Yingzi was anxious. "I'm your mother, you have to respect me." Junjie didn't care about that anymore and kept shouting, "No, I want to touch it, I want to touch it!" Yingzi thought: Oh no, I can only appease my son this once. "Mom's vulva is swollen, can you touch my breasts?" Junjie: No. Yingzi had no choice. "Just this once, okay? Touch me for a little while, Mom has to go to work?" Left with no other choice, Yingzi went to her son and pulled down her pantyhose down to her thighs. Junjie touched his mother's swollen vulva, took out an ice pack from behind his back, applied it to her genitals, and then ran away. Yingzi suddenly felt a sense of relief. It turned out her son wasn't thinking what he was thinking. Of course, what could a nine-year-old be thinking? She had been overthinking it. But ultimately, it fostered a bad habit in Junjie: every day before his mother went out, Junjie would lift her skirt or take off her pants to see what she was wearing underneath, and then touch her to his heart's content.

Two months later, one morning after breakfast, Mom took Junjie to school. Dad wouldn't be going to work until later. Just as they reached the door, Junjie's hand slipped under Mom's skirt. Mom quickly pulled his hand out and whispered, "Wait a minute, let's go somewhere far away, don't let Dad see." Junjie nodded obediently. Just then, Dad opened the door. "Why haven't you taken him to school yet? Hurry back!" Mom said, "Our son's shoes aren't on properly." She then led Junjie out of the house and to a secluded alley far from home, behind a telephone pole. Mom lifted her skirt. Junjie was overjoyed. "Haha! Mom's not wearing underwear today, just open-crotch pantyhose." Mom quickly covered his mouth. "Keep it down, don't let anyone hear."

Junjie happily fiddled with Mom's vulva, while Mom looked around anxiously, afraid someone would come. "Little devil, have you touched enough?" "Alright...alright, time to go to school." She pulled down her skirt and dragged Junjie towards the bus stop.

[The End]

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