[The Cowardly Sex Slave Mother] (Chapter 1: Family Introduction)

Chapter 1: Family Introduction
My mother's name is Huang Xiaorong. She is 36 years old now, but time hasn't ravaged her. She still looks
young and beautiful, with a pretty face and a perpetually shy blush, exuding femininity. Her
skin is white and tender, her breasts are full, and her lower abdomen is slightly protruding—perhaps due to her age, after all, she is 36
—but it only makes her appear more mature and charming.
She likes to wear silk pajamas, and all the different styles of pajamas have one thing in common: they accentuate her
fair, round thighs and full, round buttocks. Her buttocks are large and round, full of flesh,
and sway involuntarily when she walks, carrying a touch of the elegance and shyness of an intellectual woman.
Born into a scholarly family, her family members are either teachers or professors, but she herself is currently
just a housewife who didn't even graduate from high school, a clumsy woman who only knows how to do laundry, cook, and take care of the household.
Sixteen years ago, she was the school's top beauty, ranked first in the rankings. At 16, she was already quite
well-developed, with delicate features and a touch of pure cuteness—a rare beauty. At 16,
she met my father on the street. Attracted by her beauty, my father, simple-minded and physically strong,
followed her, dragged her to a secluded alley, and raped her. My timid and cowardly mother was too afraid to tell anyone
, which led to my father frequently taking her to hotels to rape her.
A few months later, my submissive mother was discovered to be pregnant. After much questioning, she finally told her family who her lover was.
Upon learning that a petty thug had raped their daughter and made her pregnant, my intellectual family
was furious, especially my grandfather, who was a school principal. He took my unwilling mother to confront my father.
When I arrived at my dad's house and saw his unkempt, scoundrel-like appearance, I was even more furious. Without a word,
I grabbed him and told him to go find the police. My hot-tempered dad, when pulled by my grandfather to go find the police
, punched him in the face, knocking him off his feet. He was about to attack me again when my mom stopped him. After
learning that my mom was pregnant, my dad stopped hitting her and said that since she was pregnant, he would marry her. But my grandfather was even more
enraged. His intellectual daughter was going to marry a petty thug? If word got
out, how could he face anyone? He didn't dare touch my dad's hand again. Without a word, he got up and grabbed my
mom, saying they should call the police and have my dad arrested first. But my usually obedient mom shook off my grandfather's hand this time
, saying she wanted to marry my dad. She knew that if the police arrested my dad, her family would force her to
abort the child. Although she didn't like my dad, her maternal instincts prevented her from aborting her unborn child
, so she decided to marry him anyway.
Hearing this, my grandfather almost had a heart attack. He gasped that if my mom married
my dad, he would disown her. But my mom, determined, didn't change her mind and insisted on marrying
my dad.
From then on, my mom and dad registered their marriage and moved to the working-class neighborhood where my dad lived. She never contacted my
grandfather again. And so, my foolish father married a beautiful wife, and that's
how I came into this world.
My name is Li Ming. I was born into a family of three and am 16 years old, a high school sophomore. Perhaps
because of my father, I've always been a reckless and mischievous person. Fighting and brawling are commonplace for
me. The teachers at school can't do anything about me because if a teacher wants to see my parents, I just need to call my dad
to the school, and the matter can be serious or not. Given my dad's temper, the teachers at school never dare to see him a second time.
Why can't the teachers do anything about me? I remember once in my first year of high school, a history teacher
called me to his office for talking to someone in class. That history teacher was a tall, handsome,
middle-aged man. At first glance, he seemed quite capable and authoritative, but I didn't care about him at all. He
lectured me, but seeing that I showed no remorse, he looked through my resume and called my dad. But
I didn't care at all that he called my dad; instead, I was indifferent and just watched the show. This
angered the history teacher so much that he slapped me.
Then my dad came and beat that history teacher to a pulp. After the beating, he threatened him
. From then on, all the teachers at school avoided me. Forget about talking in class, even if
I got into a fight, the teachers didn't dare to interfere. As long as I didn't commit murder or arson, the teachers couldn't do anything to me.
So, since that incident, I practically lived a life of privilege at school.
Now let me introduce my dad. His name is Li Da. With his burly build, he was destined to be a simple-minded, physically strong guy
. He was a member of the underworld, or more accurately, a small-time hoodlum. But that was a few years ago
. Now he's a big shot in the gang, very impulsive, and prone to fighting at the slightest
provocation.
He was just lucky to be with a good gang leader who treated him very well, giving him cars and houses.
Perhaps following such a leader was a stroke of luck for my dad, because he once took a bullet for him. That
happened a few years ago. From that moment on, our family underwent a dramatic change. We moved from a working-class neighborhood to a
quiet villa community. Because of that bullet, my dad lost his sexual function,
which earned him the gang leader's favor. My foolish dad wasn't unhappy about losing his sexual ability; he
was proud of it. After that, he was no longer a nobody in the gang,
but became the fourth most important figure.
After becoming an important figure, he came home less often, frequently leaving late and returning early. He never gave my mom
a kind look, slapping her frequently. My mom was timid and didn't dare to utter a sound when she was hit, appearing submissive and obedient,
which was quite pitiful.
He still cares more about me, his son, to the point of spoiling and indulging me. In his words,
he would be blamed by his ancestors if he treated me badly, since I was the only son in nine generations. My mother spoiled me even more unreasonably,
never daring to go against my wishes. She would even get me the stars in the sky if I wanted them.
That day, I had just returned from skipping class to go to an internet cafe and realized I'd lost my keys.
I was about to ring the doorbell when I heard a barely audible voice.
I immediately lowered my hand; it was only a little past three, and my idiot father should be asleep by now
. Overcome with curiosity, I pressed my ear against the door, straining to listen.
"No…don't…call again, I…I won't come. Last time…last time…please
let me go. If my husband finds out, he'll kill you."
"I…I can't…don't force me anymore."
"Okay…I'll…I'll…don't say anymore…"
The voice faded away. It was only through the door, but unless you were pressed against
it, you couldn't hear it. The voice was very soft, but
I could tell it was only my mother speaking; no one else was there. She was probably on the phone. My mother
doesn't have many friends, so why would she be on the phone?
My curiosity, which had been piqued by my confusion, subsided, and I pressed the doorbell again.
About two minutes later, the door opened, and there stood my mother, wearing a pink spaghetti-strap nightgown.
The straps were short, barely covering her full, round buttocks, completely
exposing her fair, long legs. Her slender, long legs were incredibly alluring. Her face was fair with a rosy glow, and her delicate skin
was like a peeled egg, tempting me to kiss her. Although my mother was so beautiful
, she was still my mother, and I had never felt any lust towards her.
Seeing my beautiful mother open the door didn't surprise me at all, because at home she
usually wore pajamas or pajamas with an apron. Unless she was going out, she was always in
pajamas. This was her daily routine, a repetitive cycle of washing clothes, selling groceries, cooking, and other
daily tasks, unchanged for over a decade.
"Why did it take you so long to open the door? Who were you talking to on the phone?" I
asked as I walked in, taking off my shoes, after seeing my mother open the door.
"I...I was...talking to your aunt." My mother, who had just closed the door,
blushed even more at my question, and stammered.
"Why did you skip school again? Where did you go last night?" My mother immediately realized it was only
a little past three o'clock, and I should be at school, not here. But her tone wasn't very accusatory;
it was more of a sense of helplessness. Skipping school wasn't a one-off thing for me; it had become a habit. The teachers at school were
probably hoping I wouldn't go to class.
"I stayed up all night online last night, and I'm sleepy now. I'm going to take a nap, don't bother me." Because I
went to an internet cafe with Fatty and Monkey after school yesterday and only just got back, I was so tired that
I didn't even notice my mother's stammering and blushing expression. After saying that, I ignored
my mother who was still standing by the door and went straight upstairs to my room.
I went straight to sleep and didn't fall asleep until after 8 a.m. yesterday, when I was woken up by a noise downstairs. I didn't need to guess that it
was my stupid father waking up. When he wakes up, my mother will have dinner ready and waiting for him. He usually
gets up and goes out around this time. Reluctantly, I got up and went downstairs because I was also a little hungry.
"Where's Xiaoming?" My father, sitting at the head of the rectangular dining table, asked
my mother while eating.
"He's sleeping upstairs," my mother replied timidly while eating,
not daring to look up at my father at all.
"Bang..." After hearing Mom's reply, Dad's fiery temper flared up again. He
slammed his chopsticks on the table, stood up angrily, and stared intently at Mom, who sat beside him—a
delicate, voluptuous, and beautiful woman sitting timidly and trembling with fear.
"Then why don't you go and call him down for dinner? I haven't seen him for days! You wretched woman, all you
know is food! You don't care about your son at all! If my precious son goes hungry, I'll beat you to death!" Seeing
Mom's trembling appearance, Dad showed no pity whatsoever, but instead shouted at her loudly
.
After hearing Dad's shouting, Mom immediately stood up tremblingly, head down, and stumbled
upstairs to call me down for dinner.
I had already reached the bottom of the stairs, and before I even reached the dining table, my mother, trembling with fear, bumped into
me. She stumbled and almost fell, but thankfully I was quick enough to
catch her. A voluptuous, mature woman in a nightgown, exuding a faint fragrance,
was now in my arms.
I had never seen my mother as a woman before, or rather, I had never expressed any desire to her. But
now, with her fragrant body in my arms, my manhood stirred. My penis pressed against her thighs, exposed
by her tank top. In that moment, I realized how stunningly beautiful my mother was. Compared to
my innocent and cute girlfriend, holding my mother was far more irresistible.
"Smack..." Looking down at my flustered mother, her fair face flushed red, her delicate skin...
I couldn't resist and planted a hard kiss on her cheek. Still reeling from the sudden
kiss, coupled with my erection pressing against her thigh, her face turned a deep crimson, as if it were about to bleed.
"Are you alright, Mom?" Seeing her flushed face stretching to her neck, I didn't
let go of her. I wasn't afraid of my father's presence; I continued to hold her, lowering my head to
her ear to ask. I had never been so intimate with my mother before, nor did I
act like other children, so she was clearly uncomfortable with my embrace. She
struggled slightly at first, but not much, perhaps afraid of upsetting me. Such a struggle meant nothing to me
; she was, after all, my mother. Although I felt desire for her now, I only felt comfortable holding her...
I was just being comfortable with my mother; I had no intention of committing incest with her.
"No...no...it's okay, let me go," my mother said to me in an almost moaning voice
, her voice so low I wouldn't have heard it if we weren't practically face-to-face.
"You're acting like you've lost your soul, you useless, stinking woman," my father said, seeing me holding my mother
in my arms and kissing her face, without any apparent unease. He scolded her instead.
"Xiaoming, come eat! I haven't seen you in days. Where have you been?" After scolding my mother, my father
turned to me with a warm smile, his tone full of affection,
completely different from the look of disgust he had shown my mother.
I wasn't surprised by this, because I knew he never gave my mother a kind look; scolding was one
thing, but beatings were common. Perhaps it was because over ten years ago, my grandfather went to the police and said my father had
abducted his underage daughter. As a result, my father was arrested and served more than ten days in jail.
He was only released because my mother insisted that she had seduced him. Because of that incident, my father never gave my mother a kind look. If my mother hadn't
given birth to me, a boy, but instead had a girl, her fate might have been even more unfortunate.
"Hehe, I didn't go anywhere to play. Dad, you were just too busy. I came back and you weren't home." Hearing my father's
question, I hugged my mother and walked towards the dining table, answering
his question as I went, regardless
of whether my mother wanted to or not. When we reached the table, I let go of my mother. After letting her go, I felt a pang of reluctance,
but I didn't dwell on it. Instead, I sat down next to my mother.
After I let go, my mother immediately rushed to the kitchen to get me some dishes.
"Yeah, things are a bit hectic in the gang right now. I'll spend more time with you when I have some free time,"
Dad said after I sat down.
"No, no, no need. I'll go with you. Let's go to the gang later
," I immediately retorted. I had no interest in him going with me. If a fool like Dad were to go with me
, it would be to some zoo or amusement park, places I didn't like at all.
My silly dad would be the one having the most fun. I preferred going to his gang. His gang headquarters was a
bar, where at least there was alcohol and women, and life was vibrant.
"Go to the gang? Right now... Dad has a lot of things going on in the gang. How about we go another time, after this is over
?" He seemed happy to go with me, but his face showed more worry than anything else
. It was obvious that something big must have happened in his gang, otherwise, given how much he doted on me, he would
n't have disagreed with me.
"Isn't it better if something happens? As your son, at least I can share the burden. It's
settled then, we'll leave after dinner." Seeing my father's face, I knew this couldn't be a small matter,
because I had never seen him look like that before.
As she spoke, my mother had already brought out the bowls and chopsticks. Her face wasn't as red as when I held her earlier
, but it was still flushed and radiant.

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