Mothers are truly great.

Author: Unknown

Hello everyone, my name is Wang Xiaoming. Actually, I should be called Wang X Ming, but the middle character
is so hard to write. I always get it wrong and have been punished by the teacher to write it many times, but I still can't remember it. So I just decided
to call myself "Wang Xiaoming" from now on, since that's what my mom and everyone else call me anyway.

However, many people call me "Little Idiot" and tease me with jokes, which makes me very angry .
I don't know what's wrong with calling me that, but when I first cried and told my mom, she didn't say anything. She just hugged me, stroked my head, and whispered to me, "Xiaoming, don't be sad. You should spend more time with them..." I looked up at my mom and saw that her eyes were red. From then on, when others called me that and sometimes threw things at me, I was very brave and didn't tell my mom because I love my mom the most, and I don't like seeing her cry. I remember I used to have a dad, but he disappeared for some reason. I asked my mom, and she said he went to work abroad and wouldn't be back for a long time. But it's okay, I don't like him either. From when I was little, he ignored me. When he came home, I would excitedly run to him, wanting to tell him what snacks I'd had that day or show him my art class drawings. But he was always impatient and would glare at me. I'd get scared and run to my mom, and then she and my dad would talk very loudly , which I couldn't understand. My mom would cry, and I thought my dad must be a bad person to make her cry, so when he disappeared, I was actually happy. That way, my mom would hold me every night instead of sleeping with my dad, and I slept so comfortably because my mom's body was so soft and sweet. Once, when I went to my grandma's house, I overheard my uncle and aunt talking about me, and I hid nearby to eavesdrop . They said a lot, much of which I couldn't understand. I only understood some things, like "intellectual disability," " mentally retarded," and "freeloader," etc. It was so strange! Why did they say I was a "freeloader"? I saw them eating the food my grandma cooked without paying, so why did they only say I was a freeloader? Anyway, it seems like my dad's disappearance is related to this. I overheard them talking, and when they got to me, they shook their heads and said, "Jiayi graduated from a national university, and her husband is a PhD. They're both highly educated, of such excellent quality , how could they have given birth to…?" Then they saw me and stopped talking. Not long after, I went to my grandma's house again. A whole bunch of people were walking around there, and some were kneeling in front, holding microphones crying, but without actually shedding a tear. (What were they doing? I still don't understand???) I squeezed to the front and saw my grandma lying in a box. My mom was crying so hard, and I cried too, the loudest of all. Then the people with microphones stopped crying and everyone started looking at me. After that, my mom and I stopped going back to my grandma's house. Actually, I really missed my grandma. She loved me very much; she would pat my head and talk to me so kindly, unlike other relatives who were all weird and strange. My mom is very beautiful, really, I'm not kidding. She has big eyes, an oval face, and fair skin . I love to hug her waist when I'm being affectionate, turning my head back and forth in front of her; her soft breasts feel so good! My mom used to bathe me and feed me, but then she taught me to do these things myself. At first , I was really reluctant, but every time I finished, she would give me a kiss. Hehe! Okay, I 'll do it myself then. My mom is also very capable. Besides cooking and washing clothes, she can even change light bulbs herself. Isn't that amazing? After the last typhoon, the taps stopped working. My mom was very clever; she climbed to the top of the water tower to check. But while climbing the stairs, her skirt got caught, and her whole big bottom was sticking out . Hahaha, so funny! Back then, my mom and I lived in an apartment building upstairs. Before my dad was alive, she could spend every day with me, but later she said she had to go to work to earn money so she could buy me clothes, Crayon Shin-chan comic books, and lots and lots of other things. So every morning, Mom would dress up beautifully, smell wonderful, and then take me to school before going to work . In the evenings, after I got home from school, I would watch TV and read comics by myself while waiting for her to come home. But Mom was coming home later and later, sometimes not until 7 or 8 pm . She would apologize, explaining that she had to go out for business, and that she couldn't afford to hire people to keep me company because she was poor, but that she could do so once she earned more money. Honestly, I was so hungry, so Mom gave me some money to buy bread and then go home to wait for her. That was good, though. I used to go to a daycare center, but the teachers and other children there would hit and bully me, which made Mom very angry. So after class, I went straight home and didn't have to go there to be bullied. I remember one day, Mom called to say she had to talk business and would be home late. But by 11 pm , I still hadn't seen Mom, so I went downstairs to a shop with a big "7" on it to buy rice balls. But the older lady there said I only had ten dollars and couldn't buy any. She must be lying to me. I saw other people using the same coins as me to buy things, and they could buy them too. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to go home and wait for my mom. As I walked, I suddenly saw a car parked in the alley next to my house. Strangely, it was shaking. I was curious, so I ran over and pressed my face against the window. It was dark inside. There was a person lying on a reclined seat, and another person on top of them. The person lying down must be a girl, because her skirt was pulled up high, her legs were spread wide, and she was wearing the same kind of panties as my mom. I couldn't see her face. Several buttons on her blouse were undone. The man with glasses was kissing her face while forcefully grabbing her breasts and even reaching into her panties. (Strange?! That's where you pee, what's there to touch? But her breasts are soft and round , just like my mom's.) That's what I thought at the time. The man got up to take off his pants, and that's when I finally saw the girl's face. Ah! It's my mom!! "Mom! Mom!" I excitedly banged on the window. The uncle was startled and glared at me with a fierce expression. "Mom, I'm hungry."

"Ah...is she your mom?" the uncle asked me in surprise.

"Yes, she's my mom. Mom, I'm starving."

I tried to open the door to wake her, but I couldn't. Her face looked very red, and she was fast asleep.

The boy quickly helped my mom get dressed and helped her upstairs.

The next morning, my mom woke up and asked me about yesterday. I told her that someone had brought her home and then
left . She said "Oh," and lay back down to continue sleeping, telling me her head hurt and she needed to rest, and that she should
go to school by herself.

Actually, I didn't tell her the whole story. The uncle later bought a lot of delicious food—rice balls,
soda , hot dogs—and taught me that if my mom asked, I should just say he brought her home and then left,
and that would be fine.

I kept my promise because we had made a pinky promise.

...

I overheard Uncle Zhang downstairs chatting with Aunt Zhao next door. They said my mom was very young, that
she gave birth to me when she was twenty and still in college, and that she now works in insurance. They also talked about how
tough it is to be a single mother these days, leaving early and coming home late every day, leaving the child alone at home. They even talked about fighting for custody of the child, going to court,
and so on ...a whole bunch of things I didn't understand.

I really dislike Uncle Zhang. He's only a little taller than me, and he has a dark spot next to his mouth
with hair on it—so ugly! Everyone calls him an old taro and a slovenly old man behind his back.

He only likes little girls; he'll pat their heads and talk to them. But whenever he sees me
or my male classmates passing by, he squints, pouts, and completely ignores us.

So their house is often harassed, and I'll sneakily ring their doorbell and run upstairs,
haha !

I always see him sweeping the floor when I go to school in the morning. Actually, I know he's not sweeping properly because I
've noticed he's always sneaking glances at my mom, her grandma, and her legs.

I'm so angry! Most of my mom's clothes are white. Sometimes when it's hot and she's not wearing a jacket,
you can see that thing called a "bra" sticking to her breasts. And her skirts are very short and tight;
sometimes you can even see her underwear.

I've told my mom not to wear those kinds of skirts, but she just laughs and says it's okay, explaining that it's called
a "suit," a uniform she wears to work, just like the clothes I wore in school.

Honestly, I really enjoy seeing my mom wear those clothes. Every morning I pretend to be still half
asleep and secretly watch her put on lipstick and put on her suit in front of the mirror. Oh, and she also wears

stockings.

Those stockings are so long! They come in so many colors—white, black, sheer, some even have
patterns ! They look so good on my mom's legs, and they feel so smooth and soft to the touch.

I would take off my pants while my mom was showering, grab the stockings she'd just taken off from the laundry basket, and, like
Shin-chan , rub them against my penis. My penis would get bigger and straighter, and you wouldn't
believe how...so...good...oh!

I remember one time, while waiting for my mom to go in to shower, I couldn't resist doing it again. Unexpectedly, my mom
suddenly opened the door and saw what I looked like. I was stunned. My mom stared at me wide-eyed,
her face initially angry and surprised, but gradually softening.

"Xiaoming, do you want to shower with Mom?" my mom said.

Of course! It had been so long since I'd showered with my mom, so I immediately rushed into the bathroom and stripped naked.

It was strange. I'd seen my mom's body countless times before, but this time I noticed something
different . Maybe I hadn't noticed before!

There was a lot of dark hair growing between my mom's thighs, and instead of a penis like mine,
there was a dent.

My mom knew I'd been staring at that area, but she didn't seem to care. She washed my hair and applied
soap .

After I finished showering and was drying myself, she said, "Xiaoming,
what were you doing with Mommy's stockings?"

"I..." I thought Mommy was going to scold me.

"How did it feel?" Mommy squatted down and stroked my face.

Wow! My breasts, which usually don't look very big, were now swaying back and forth.

"It's...comfortable," I said shyly.

"Well, Mommy is going to teach you something now. You can't tell anyone, and you can't do it in front of anyone
!" Mommy said as she held my penis and testicles in her hands, and then started to rub and knead them.

"Mom...Mom...what...are...you...doing?" I felt a
strange .

"What Mom is teaching you now is called 'masturbation.' As you grow older, you'll start to have... um...

something called... anyway, when you want to, just use your hand like you are now."

After my penis grew longer and harder, Mom started stroking it back and forth.

"Your 'little penis' will grow hair around it, just like Mom's... ouch!"

Not long after, I felt a sudden urge to pee while my penis was being held. Before I could tell Mom,
some white, clear urine gushed out and splashed onto Mom's thigh.

"I'm sorry," I apologized.

"It's okay. You can do it yourself from now on. If you pee something white like this, remember to
wipe it clean with toilet paper, okay?"

Mom said gently, then wiped the urine off her thigh with water.

From then on, I listened to Mom and did it myself. But sometimes when I woke up in the middle of the night, I would
crawl under my mother's blanket and have her hand "masturbate" for me. My mother would grab my penis tightly and quickly
help me ejaculate. After I ejaculated, I would wipe myself with toilet paper. My mother knew I was bullied in my previous classes and couldn't keep up with my classmates, so she wanted me to attend a special class. She took me to many primary schools, and each time I saw her, she would bow repeatedly. But the principals seemed to

refuse to let me attend, saying I was only mildly affected and didn't meet the requirements, so I had to attend a regular class. My mother continued to look, and eventually, we were enrolled in a very old school. I really disliked that school. The other classes had big, new classrooms with lots of toys, but our classroom was dilapidated and leaky when it rained, and there were many spiders spinning webs on the walls.

I only had seven classmates, and they were all incredibly stupid. Some didn't even know how to pee properly and would wet their pants.
One a huge head would poop in his pants—it stank!

The teacher didn't really care about us. She'd often disappear and make us take out our textbooks and write non-stop, saying
she had a test and we shouldn't bother her.

Later, when my mom asked about my class, I told her, and she didn't say anything. The next day, I
didn't have to go to school, and my mom took me everywhere looking for a school.

Finally, she found one with a grove of trees behind it—the last school I attended.

Normally, like before, I wouldn't be allowed in, but my mom said it was a good school, and she pleaded with
the principal for a long time before she finally let me in.

Oh, and I have to tell you about the principal.

He had a huge, protruding belly, wore glasses, and had bulging eyes like goldfish eyes!

He was bald on top, with a ring of hair around the sides—hahaha! He looked just like that Japanese kappa from a manga
. You absolutely have to see him, really, or you'll regret it.

Also, the moment I saw him, I felt he looked like someone... um... yes, yes, it's Uncle Zhang
downstairs .

Actually, they look very different, but I think they look alike because of their eyes.
When they looked at my mother, I noticed they looked very similar.

How do I know? It's because of the first time my mother took me to meet the principal.

I remember when we left, my mother told me very seriously to be very good. Seeing how serious she was,
I thought this was important, so I was very well-behaved the whole way and didn't say a word.

When we arrived at the school, my mother took me to a room. She knocked on the door, and someone inside said,
"Come in."

"Oh, it's Miss Chen! Come, come, come in and sit down, don't be shy. It's about your son again, isn't it
?..."

Someone stood up; it was the principal. He stopped talking halfway through when he saw me.

"Xiaoming, say hello to the principal."

"Hello, Principal." I bowed to the principal.

The principal said, "Good, good..."

My mother and I sat on the sofa, and the principal sat in front of me. Then my mom started talking to
the principal, just like before, about getting me admitted.

Because he looked so funny, even though my mom told me not to stare at people because it's
impolite , I still secretly glanced at him.

As I looked, I realized his gaze was exactly like Uncle Zhang's.

Sure enough, following his gaze, I saw he was staring at my mom's thighs. My mom had to go
to work , so she was wearing her uniform, which revealed her thighs clad in white stockings.

My mom probably knew this, so she pulled up her skirt, keeping her legs tightly closed and swaying to the side.

I overheard them talking. The principal initially ignored everything my mom said,
insisting saying I didn't meet the rules, or that there were too many people. My

mom, at her wit's end, stopped to rest, picked up her teacup, and took a sip of water. That's when I noticed my mom's
legs opened a little bit. The principal immediately adjusted his glasses, his mouth agape, staring intently—he
looked more and more like Uncle Zhang.

Later, the principal changed his attitude, saying they could discuss it. Seriously, what's going on?

Actually, I wasn't paying much attention to what they were saying because I really needed to...poop.

But Mom told me to be very good, so I held it in. Later, Mom turned around to see what I was
doing : "Xiaoming, why are you sweating? Your face is all red."

I told Mom, "I need to...um...poop." The principal got very nervous and made Mom take me
to the toilet, constantly asking if I had pooped.

It's funny, I'm not a little kid, how could I poop in my pants?

After the principal took me to the toilet, he told me to wipe my bottom clean myself, that he and Mom had something to
discuss, and then he left me alone in the toilet with Mom.

Whew, that feels so good! I peed first, then pooped.

After I finished, I put my pants back on and went back to the room.

Just as I was about to open the door, I suddenly heard someone inside say very softly, "Please don't do that!"

Huh, it's Mom's voice! What's going on? I secretly opened the door and peeked through the crack.

Then I saw that the Kappa-like principal sitting next to my mother, his head close to her cheek, one arm around
her waist, the other stroking her knee.

"Miss Chen, I heard you work in insurance. I'd like to get life insurance, could you help me calculate it? Also,
our school has many teachers; I can let you in to do business. Of course, you'll have to thank me

...

hehe..."

I saw that hand kept reaching under my mother's skirt, grabbing at her, but she just
blushed , lowered her head, and didn't say anything, seemingly not intending to remove that hand.

It's not fair! Once I secretly touched my mother's thigh, and she scolded me severely, telling me that I
couldn't touch her thighs, whether it was my mother or any of the aunties or older women outside. Now this principal can
touch her thigh all he wants, and that bespectacled uncle from last time was also touching her incessantly.

Ah! I know, they're adults, that's why they can touch my mother's thigh. I need to grow up quickly
so I can touch my mother's thigh as much as I want.

"Little brother, what are you doing?" a voice said behind me.

I turned around, and a female teacher behind me asked me what was wrong. She was my teacher, Ms. Jiang Cuiling.

"Well then, goodbye, please take good care of me, Principal!" My mother came out, her hair a little messy
.

The principal also came out and introduced Ms. Jiang to my mother.

"This is your son's future homeroom teacher, Ms. Jiang. She's a top student from the Special Education Department of National Taiwan Normal University; it was quite
a feat for our school to recruit her."

My mother was very happy and immediately greeted Ms. Jiang. Then the principal asked Ms. Jiang to take us to see the classroom.

My mother and I watched Ms. Jiang teach from the back of the classroom. I thought their class was very interesting and fun.

After class, my mother patted my head and said, "Xiaoming, this is a good school. You should study hard here
. Listen to Ms. Jiang, okay?"

I saw my mother and Ms. Jiang chatting and laughing outside the classroom. Soon after, I saw my mother waving goodbye to me.
Goodbye, off to work.

"Kids, today we have a new classmate, his name is Wang Xiaoming. Come on, let's give him a round of
applause !"

I stood up, and everyone laughed and looked at me. I felt so embarrassed. From then on, I stayed there to go to school.

This is my favorite teacher besides my mom, Ms. Jiang. She loves to laugh, and when she laughs, you can
see she has a protruding tooth, but I don't think it's ugly; in fact, I think it's quite cute. She's very
kind to me and the other kids, and she never scolds or hits us. I like her so much!

Oh, and there's something else that I find strange. After school that day, my mom didn't pick me up. Ms. Jiang came
and said that the principal wanted her to take me out to eat and then take me home. So, I went to McDonald's with Ms. Jiang for hamburgers and fries. Wow!

How great!

After I got home, I ate my fill and lay in bed watching Crayon Shin-chan while waiting for my mom. Before I knew it, I fell asleep. Until
suddenly the phone rang, waking me up to answer it.

"Xiaoming, it's Mom. Have you eaten?"

Ugh! It's not the first time; another social engagement, right?

"Mom misses you so much...you...you need to know...ah~~Mom does everything...it's all for

you...um...and..." Then the call ended.

Strange?! Mom seemed very tired, her breathing was so heavy, and there was someone making strange noises on the other end of the line
. Mom's speech was also broken, as if she was enduring something.

Never mind, I lay back down to sleep. Later, in a hazy state, Mom came back. She sat on the edge of the bed, slowly stroking my
hair, and then leaned down to kiss me. When she kissed me, I felt water droplets on my face.

Afterwards, she probably went into the bathroom to shower, but she took a long time, and I could hear her sobbing.

When I woke up the next morning, I saw Mom already dressed and getting ready for work, smiling and telling me to hurry
to my new school.

Seeing Mom's radiant face, I thought last night must have been a dream!

(Part 2)

"There's only one mother in the world who is good, a child with a mother is like a treasure, nestled in mother's arms, happiness is boundless...

"

…During the day, Mom always has a gentle smile and a kind demeanor. But I know she's
actually unhappy because I know she sometimes cries at night, lying in bed quietly looking out the window.
I pretend to be asleep so she doesn't know I know she's sad.

However, since I came to this school with Teacher Jiang, I look forward to going to school every day. Every
morning I get up automatically without Mom urging me, put on my clothes and socks, and wait for Mom to take me to class. When I come home in the evening,
I obediently do my homework.

Mom is increasingly happy to see me being so self-motivated.

"Can I touch them?"

I see Mom putting on stockings every morning, and I really want to know what they feel like.

Seeing that Mom is in a good mood lately, I might as well ask.

Mom turns to look at me, looking a little surprised.

"Okay, but don't scratch them." Mom sits on the edge of the bed after putting on her skirt, smiling at me,
and pinches my nose.

I gently touch down my leg from my knee to my calf; it's so smooth and slender. Looking up at Mom's reaction, her
cheeks are a little red, and she looks a little intoxicated. As a result, I got to take a bath with my mom again that day. She helped me
review my lessons and turned my little elephant skin over and over, saying she wanted me to clean it up, but I felt like she was just
playing with it.

She also rarely went out for social engagements or worked overtime anymore, and often picked me up from school at the gate. We would go to
the supermarket to buy groceries first, then cook for me at home. After dinner, we would review our lessons together, and she would tell me
what happened at school.

Except for not having a dad, it felt like things were back to normal!

With my mom with me every day, I didn't have to eat cold bread, watch TV alone while waiting for her
to come home , or worry about the devil kidnapping me when she wasn't around. It was so nice.

And let me tell you, I'm in love!

There are six girls in my class, and one of them, Tang Xiaojing, is the prettiest and
also the tallest and oldest in the class.

Sometimes she's very quiet and doesn't say a word, and sometimes she chatters nonstop, but she
always . She's so cute!

Oh, by the way, let me tell you, she has breasts! All the other girls have flat breasts, but hers is different.

Whenever she wears a skirt, we boys always try to guess what color underwear she's wearing. The loser has to buy
everyone popsicles. Most of them are white, and it gets boring after a while; nobody wants to guess anymore. But I still like looking at her
underwear.

"Are you Tang Xiaojing's older sister?" I asked a girl who often came from the neighboring junior high to see Tang Xiaojing.

"No! She used to be my classmate. Her mom told me that she had a high fever once, which
damaged her brain, so she had to repeat a year and that's why she came to your school." That's what the older sister told me.

Damaged brain? That's so pitiful. Anyway, I still like her a lot. I would secretly glance at her during class
, and she would smile at me when she saw me. I think she likes me too. Hehe!

Everything in class is so much fun. Every day, Teacher Jiang teaches us to write and sing. Sometimes she takes us to the
park and zoo, and teaches us so many things!

"Do you know what this grass is called? It's called..."

Oh dear, I didn't mean to peek at Ms. Jiang's underwear, but she just spread her legs and let me see. Hehe! Yay

! I'm so happy every day!

...

Sigh! But it would be better if there wasn't one classmate in the class.

His name is... um, I can't remember his name, I just call him Abao.

He's annoying, he likes to take other people's things without permission, and he hits people if they don't give them back. He's made other kids
cry several times, and then their parents come to the school, and Ms. Jiang keeps apologizing.

"Why don't you transfer that ADHD kid to another school? This will only get worse!"

"I heard his dad is very influential in the area, he contributes money and effort to the school, and I also heard that he used to be
a... oh, you know, that kind of person. Didn't you see the principal's obsequious smile?"

I heard the aunties who came to the school say this, so that's how it is. No wonder
Ms. but can't do anything about it.

Later, Abao hit someone again!

This time, he hit Xiaowen on the head with an umbrella, causing her to bleed. Xiaowen's mother was furious and scolded Teacher Jiang. I
felt sorry for Teacher Jiang and kept apologizing.

A few days later, I said to Teacher Jiang and Abao, "Yesterday I wrote in the communication book that I asked your father to come to the school

in person . What did your father say?"

"My father said he was busy and told me to go find him myself."

Teacher Jiang hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, then I'll visit your home tomorrow. Remember to tell your
father ."

After school, I saw Teacher Jiang and Abao going to Abao's house together.

Strangely, I didn't see Teacher Jiang again after that. Soon, an older Teacher Li came to teach
us . Actually, Teacher Li was also very good, but our class all missed Teacher Jiang.

Abao was still the same as before, often teasing Tang Xiaojing. She still smiled and seemed not to care,
but I was really angry when I saw it.

One day, my mother said in the morning that she would be a little late and told me to wait for her in the guard's room at the gate after school
. Since that's the case, let's go play on the playground first.

While I was playing on the swings, I suddenly saw Abao pulling Tang Xiaojing towards the small hill behind our school.

There's a large forest there, and when the wind blows, the trees rustle, which is quite
scary , so few people go there, not even teachers.

I watched them go through the broken fence and into the forest.

—What are they going to do? —I

think it's strange. Anyway, Mom won't pick me up from school until later, so I'll go and see.

I couldn't find them in the forest, and it was starting to get dark. I was just about to say I should go back when I
heard someone talking ahead.

I slowly walked over and hid behind a tree to peek. A boy was talking to the two of them. That
ugly boy was Abao's older brother in high school. I'd seen him come to school several times, always because of Abao's fight
. His expression was just like Uncle Zhang's and Principal Kappa's; every time he came, he didn't listen to Teacher Jiang, he just
leered at her.

I saw Tang Xiaojing kneeling in front of Abao's brother, who wasn't wearing pants. A small

…

no! a big, black-haired penis, sticking up really high!

Abao's brother poured some pine nut candy onto his penis, I don't know what he was going to do.

"Good girl, just like yesterday, heh…hehe…lick it slowly."

"Didn't you say you'd buy me a Barbie doll? Why don't you have one?"

"Okay, okay, help your brother one more time, look, there's some sweet candy."

Then Tang Xiaojing…ate a popsicle. Abao then squatted behind Tang Xiaojing, pulled
down , and touched her private parts with his fingers. I saw that she only had a little bit of hair there, not as
much as her mother.

Tang Xiaojing whimpered, and Abao's brother grabbed her head to stop her from spitting it out.

"Oh, oh~~ so good," Abao's brother yelled.

Seeing them bullying Tang Xiaojing, my mind went blank. I wanted to rush out and fight them. But I
didn't dare . My heart was pounding so fast, and I ran away instead.

After going home to sleep, all I could think about was that black hairy penis going in and out of Tang Xiaojing's mouth, and I noticed
my penis was so swollen and uncomfortable.

I wanted to use my mother's hand to squeeze out the white pee, but she was fast asleep and ignored me, so I
fell asleep too. When I woke up in the morning, my underwear was wet.

The next day after school, I saw Abao pulling Tang Xiaojing towards the back mountain again. I don't know where I got the courage, but I
pushed Abao away.

"What are you doing, fuck your mother!"

Hearing Abao yelling and cursing my mother, I rushed over and pinned Abao to the ground, hitting him and

hitting him...

※※※※※

My mother applied some face cream to the swollen area on my lip.

"Xiaoming, how could you fight with your classmate like that? And you pushed him first!" Mom saw I didn't
speak and said, "Fighting is bad behavior. How could you do that? If you become a bad kid, Mom
won't like you anymore, understand?"

Mom said fiercely, and my tears almost fell. I wanted to tell Mom that Abao bullied
Tang Xiaojing , but then I thought about it and realized I shouldn't say that.

"His dad just called to say that his Abao was beaten and is bleeding.
They . You have to apologize to Abao then, understand?"

"But..."

"Okay, apologize to Abao. I'll explain to his dad. Is that alright?" Mom
gently wiped away my tears.

...

On Saturday, after school, I stood on the balcony waiting for Abao and his friends to come. Soon I saw them
arrive.

Ding-dong, ding-dong, I opened the iron gate and let them in. His older brother, whose face was covered in pimples, also came.
I didn't want him to come in, but Mom told me to be polite.

"Sit here, please have some tea." I poured tea for them as my mother instructed.

"Little brother, where's your mother? I don't see her."

"My mother just called and said she'll be back a little late, please wait a moment."

His father was dark and muscular, dressed in brightly colored clothes, with short hair, looking
exactly like that villain Chen...something I've seen on TV...like a zoo gorilla, and his mouth was red,
always chewing betel nut, and he smelled awful when he spoke.

"Go away, go play with Abao over there, I need to talk to your mother later."

Seeing his fierce look, I didn't dare stay nearby, so I went to the room with Abao.

"I brought a new game cartridge, do you want to play?"

Really! Actually, Abao isn't usually a bad person, and he had a new Game Boy cartridge. Okay, I'll make up
with him, anyway, that's what my mother said. So I played video games with Abao in the room.

"I'm thirsty, do you want some soda?" I asked Abao. I went to the fridge to get a soda, and when I looked into the living room,
I realized his dad and brother weren't there.

Wait, where did they go? Did they go back home? I went to the kitchen and found someone on the back
balcony.

It was Abao's brother; he was holding my mom's underwear that was hanging out to dry in one hand and pulling up his pants
zipper .

He rubbed his black, hairy penis with his mother's white lace panties, then sniffed the other one, his eyes
narrowed, looking completely blissful.

Ugh, so disgusting… When my mom gets back, she'll definitely give you a good scolding.

"Splash, splash…" I heard a sound coming from the master bedroom where my mom and I sleep. I ran over to see what was going on, and
there was Ah Bao's dad, unzipping his pants. Apparently, he was peeing in the bathroom.

"Where did your dad go? I haven't seen him at all."

"My dad… went abroad! He hasn't been home in a long time."

"Oh, I see… fine, fine, we'll wait for your mom to come back." He spat in the sink without washing
it off, and didn't even lift the toilet seat, which was covered in yellow pee. It was filthy. If my mom saw it, she
would definitely be very unhappy.

And I noticed that the closet drawer in the room was open, and my mom's pajamas and underwear were rummaged through. One of my mom
's light blue bras was still hanging outside the drawer. (I love this one the most. It has lace patterns and
is a little transparent. When Mom wears it, her nipples are visible.)

He must have been rummaging through things. I'm so angry. How could he touch other people's things like that? Okay, I'll definitely tell Mom
when .

By the way, it's almost two o'clock. Why isn't Mom back yet?

"Oh, it's your mom. She's very pretty." He picked up a photo from the bedside table. It was
a picture of me and Mom at the zoo.

—Why isn't he going out yet? He's still sitting on the bed touching things here and there.

—Finally, I heard the sound of a key opening the door.

"Mom, Mom, you're back! Abao and the others are here!" I rushed to the door.

"Good boy, Xiaoming. I bought McDonald's. They're here. Did you greet them politely
? Sorry, sorry, something came up at work, so..."

Mom was half-squatting, taking off her shoes, with her coat hanging from her arm. She turned around and saw Abao's dad, and
stopped mid-sentence.

"I'm Abao's dad. Hello, hello." He scratched his head and grinned foolishly.

Mom paused for a moment, then her smile returned. The two exchanged polite words, and I noticed Mom seemed a little
nervous; although she was still smiling, her expression looked stiff.

Her brother was already in the living room, and they had been staring at her ever since she entered,
especially her brother, who kept staring at her upturned bottom as she took off her shoes.

"You two sit for a while, I'll be right there," Mom said, putting her coat on the sofa and pulling me into the bedroom.

She picked up the phone, hesitated, then put it down and said to me, "Xiaoming,
when Mom gives you a signal, you immediately call 110 (the police emergency number) and ask them to come to our house, understand? Just like I taught you
before , remember?"

Then I went to the living room with Mom. I sat with Mom, while they sat on the sofa in front, legs crossed
. Ugh, their feet stinked! Especially Abao's dad.

"Your kid really went too far this time," he said, pulling Abao over and opening his coat. "
Look at this , all bruised. It's nothing serious, kids fighting all the time. You know, when I was little
, I was always fighting. Damn! I even hit teachers! When I was in junior high, there was this terrible Chinese teacher
…"

Mom frowned, then smiled and said, "Kids are naturally active, sometimes they just…

"

Before Mom could finish, Abao's dad yelled, startling Mom and me.
Mom reached out and grabbed my hand; her palms were sweaty.

"What are you playing at! Look, you wretched son of yours beat my good son up like this! Damn!
It cost me a fortune to see the doctor, he might even have a concussion."

Mom said gently, "I know my child is wrong, but…"

She casually draped her coat over her legs as she spoke. Abao's brother, sitting on the opposite sofa,
had been secretly glancing at Mom's thighs exposed outside her skirt for a long time. Mom noticed, shifted her position so he
couldn't see anything. "How did you raise your child?" Abao's older brother interrupted my mother, saying, "Your idiot son
beat my brother up like this, how are you going to hold him accountable?"

They were both getting louder and louder, so fierce! I was stunned, as was Abao.

My mother was a little angry. She turned to me and said, "Xiaoming, the adults need to talk, you two
go play somewhere else. Take Abao to the room, hurry up." She winked at me.

Huh, why is she winking at me? Oh well, never mind.

I nodded and pulled Abao into the small room to play gameboy. Their voices were
quieter , but I couldn't make out what they were saying.

"Last time Teacher Jiang came to my house, they argued like this too."

"Teacher Jiang? And then…" How strange, why do adults always talk like this, competing to see who
can shout the loudest ?

Before I could finish asking, a strange sound came from the living room. It sounded like someone was whimpering, then
a loud "Bang!" followed by a "Smack!" and then silence.

I looked at Abao, and he looked at me too, both wondering what had happened. After a while, I opened
the door and saw Abao's father and brother, one supporting her body and the other lifting her feet, trying to carry my mother to the bedroom.

My mother had fainted, her head drooping so low I couldn't see her face. Her shirt was wrinkled and torn, revealing
a bra with holes in it. Abao's brother was rubbing her breasts incessantly.

"No rush, let's move her inside first," Abao's father yelled.

"What...are you...doing?! What happened to my mother?" I started to cry.

"Your mother...has heatstroke!" Abao's brother said.

So that's what happened. Some children at school had also suffered from heatstroke, and the teacher immediately moved them to the classroom, took off
their shirts, and massaged their bodies.

But did they have to take off her clothes underneath? I saw that my mother wasn't wearing a skirt, only white garter stockings
around her navel, and her underwear was nowhere to be seen, with dark pubic hair showing. "What should we do? Should
we call a doctor?"

They ignored me, dragged Mom into the bedroom and put her on the bed. I followed them in, but Brother Bao
pushed me out.

"I need to treat your mother. You can't come in. Go, go, go outside! Don't peek!"

I turned around. Bao's father was taking off his pants, drooling. Strange, they weren't going to treat me.
"Mom, why are you taking your pants off?

" *Bang!* The door slammed shut, leaving Abao and me standing outside, bewildered.

"I want a hamburger and cola, you can have the fries." Abao grabbed the McDonald's my mom had bought and
started eating. I was so worried about Mom, I couldn't eat anything.

I picked up the skirt that had been thrown on the floor; all the buttons were ripped off. I felt something was wrong, but I
couldn't quite put my finger on it.

I pressed my ear to the door to eavesdrop. I could hear Mom moaning inside. It seemed she really had heatstroke
, but it sounded like something was stuffed in her mouth, preventing her from making a sound.

Besides, Abao's dad and brother kept saying things like, "Damn! I'm your father, of course I'll go first…", "Let
's play around first…", "Mmm…mmm…so good…" "Damn, I've never touched anything so white and soft
…"

I tried to open the door, but it was locked. Just then, the doorbell rang. I ran to the door; there were two people standing
outside, but I didn't know who they were.

"They're my brothers too." Abao opened the iron gate himself and let them in.

"Abao, call us if you have anything good to share."

"I'm the one who called. Of course, I'll only let you know if there's anything 'fun'."

The door creaked open, and Abao's brother walked out, holding a cell phone in one hand. He wasn't wearing pants, and his "glans" (that's what
Mom taught me to recognize) was red and thick, sticking up and swaying—it was truly disgusting.

I ran into the room while they were talking, and what I saw was...

my mother was completely naked, her mouth gagged with a cloth, her hands tied behind her back, lying
on the bed , her breasts deformed from being squeezed by the ropes.

Abao's father was pressing down on my mother, spreading her thighs, using his fingers to pry open her genitals, rubbing and
pinching them, and then he inserted himself and stirred inside.

My mother's face was covered in snot and tears, sobbing. She tried to get up but was pressed down tightly, and could only
keep moving around. My

head suddenly went blank. I watched helplessly as someone played with my mother's genitals, and for some reason,
I was reminded of Tang Xiaojing in the woods, her mouth stuffed with a penis, and her white, tender buttocks—the images flooded my
mind.

I shuddered before snapping back to reality, realizing my pants were soaking wet. The door was closed and locked
, and even Abao was gone; I was all alone.

"Let Abao try...hehe..." "Is his little thing even able to fit?...

"Hehe, don't let it break..." All I could hear inside was their laughter.

What to do!?

That's it! Mom taught me to ask a policeman for help if I needed anything.

I remembered there were policemen directing traffic at the school gate, so I rushed there. I waited
a long time for the bus before arriving, only to find no one there.

What to do!?

I wandered around the school area for ages, but couldn't find a policeman. It was getting dark, so I had no choice
but to go home.

Back home, it was dark and no one was there. I went to the bedroom door, which was open. I called out, "
Mom ," but there was no response.

I turned on the light and went in. There was only one person lying on the bed, her whole body wet and sticky. I could smell a
foul odor as I got closer. Mom's legs were spread wide apart. Her original black hair had been shaved off, and her genitals were red and
swollen, with a lot of fluid slowly dripping down her thighs.

"Mom?...Mom?" I shook her and called her softly.

Mom slowly turned over, staring blankly at me. Her mouth was slightly open as if she wanted to say something, but
a hoarse sound came from her throat, and there were white marks around her lips.

Suddenly, "Ugh!" Mom vomited a lot of white liquid from her mouth, and then
she didn't move , her eyes wide open, staring straight at me.

"Waaah!~~~~~" I stood by the bed and cried for a long time.

※※※※※

Later, a lot of things happened, which I don't want to mention. Anyway, in the end, the policewoman took me to a
place where many children lived. We ate and slept together.

I waited for my mom to come and take me home, but she never came. The old lady in the house wouldn't let me wander off,
so one night while I was sleeping, I ran away by myself, trying to go home and find my mom. I

walked the streets for a long time but couldn't find any familiar roads. I remembered there was a 7-Eleven downstairs from my house

, but I found that all the signs looked the same. Waaah! Where
are ?

I searched for so long but couldn't find you. During the day, I wandered around the streets, and at night I slept in the stairwells of apartment buildings
. Sometimes the aunties selling food on the street would give me food, and sometimes I would go hungry for a long time without anything to eat.

Later, an old lady took me to stay at her house. There were many people there, some were
children , and some were disabled.

Every day, uncles would take me to the market and the underpass, and I had to act pitiful
while they sold chewing gum. Business was initially very bad, but later I learned that I should go to the aunties and older women;
they were kinder and would buy my chewing gum. That way I won't get scolded when I get home.

One day, I saw someone ahead of me, and their back looked like my mom's. I excitedly ran over
and hugged .

"Ah!? What are you doing! Go...go...go away! Where did this little beggar come from, you're so filthy!"

she yelled, startled.

It turned out I had mistaken her for someone else. She even hit me with her purse. I didn't mean to, what a mean auntie!

I miss my mom so much. If you see her, tell her I sell chewing gum next to a really tall
building during the day, and ask her to come pick me up and take me home.

Remember that!

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