The Rebirth of a Fake Rapist

My maternal grandfather had served in the Kuomintang army. During the Liaoshen Campaign, the Kuomintang army suffered repeated defeats, and to save his life, my grandfather deserted amidst the chaos. He managed to escape back to his hometown, married, and lived a normal life.
When he returned, he brought back an American-made Thompson submachine gun and over 500 rounds of ammunition, which he hid in the bottom of the cellar under the old house. This secret was unknown even to my maternal grandmother. Later, when
the Cultural Revolution broke out, my grandfather's history of serving in the Kuomintang army was exposed, he was labeled a "bad element," and soon passed away. The secret of the submachine gun was forgotten.
Until I was 13 years old (1986), I was playing hide-and-seek with the neighborhood kids in my maternal grandmother's village. I hid in that cellar, which had sunk and developed many cracks at the bottom. A corner of an oilcloth bundle was visible. At that time,
I didn't know what the gun was called, let alone how to use it. I only felt that it was very heavy and big, and I knew it must be a real gun. But I dared not show it, for fear of causing trouble for myself.
I hid the gun and bullets in a place only I knew, and it wasn't until many years later that it saw the light of day again.
My name is Liu Yanchen.
My father was the deputy director of the township revolutionary committee during the Cultural Revolution. In those days, he often used the movement for personal gain. My mother was forced to marry him under his pressure. She was 19 years old that year, and I was born the following year (1973).
My mother's name was Xu Xiaoqing, and she was a famously beautiful woman in the surrounding villages, so many people had their eyes on her. Among them was an educated youth from the city, Lao Feng.
After the Cultural Revolution ended, governments at all levels resumed their work, and the old cadres who had been persecuted were restored to their reputations. But those members of the revolutionary committee who had persecuted others began to be persecuted as well, and my father was one of them.
At Lao Feng's instigation, Xu Xiaoqing divorced my father and then returned to the city with Lao Feng. Old Feng later became a worker in a state-owned enterprise and lived a good life. They had a daughter (in 1978), and I was five years old at the time, living only with my grandparents.
My father died in prison when I was six. My grandparents were getting older, so I spent my time living with my mother and relatives, a life of dependence.
Xu Xiaoqing hated my father, and she took that hatred out on me because I was forced into this relationship by him, especially after Feng Yuxian was born; everything became clear.
What truly changed my attitude towards life was my imprisonment, which began when I was seventeen (in 1990).
I was a student then, and a female student at my school was raped and murdered. The police began investigating the male students at the school, even having teachers provide information about each student's family background. They interrogated them one by one, and unfortunately, I was inexplicably identified as the murderer.
I was then tortured and forced to confess, becoming a so-called rapist and murderer. Actually, I had a sliver of hope that I could avoid this imprisonment. Because during the time of the incident, someone could testify that I wasn't present—that was my Xu Xiaoqing. But Xu Xiaoqing didn't stand up for me; she actually believed I had done it. This was the most heartbreaking thing for me, and from that moment on, I began to hate her.
Because I was under eighteen and had a "good attitude" towards admitting my guilt, I was sentenced to twenty years in prison.
Prison life was like hell on earth. That place always looked down on my crime; being beaten was commonplace. Every time I was beaten, I thought of that Thompson submachine gun, and I thought that if I ever got out, I would fucking take revenge. So that gun became my spiritual creed, allowing me to survive.
Later, I had a good cellmate, much older than me, whom I called Brother Lin. He was also a powerful figure with a strong background. He said that if I ever got out of prison, I could follow him.
Unfortunately, once during labor reform, Brother Lin was seriously injured and died. He said someone wanted to kill him, and on his deathbed, he told me a secret: if I got out of prison, I could go and find it.
In the sixth year of my wrongful imprisonment (1996), my fate took a turn. The real culprit in the case six years earlier was apprehended, but ironically, I wasn't released because I was wrongfully convicted. The police officers in charge of that case had all been promoted, and to protect their careers, they used various connections and fabricated evidence. They then used intimidation to make demands: they could release me with a reduced sentence, not exonerate me, but I couldn't reveal it or seek retribution. As for government compensation, forget about it.
I had no choice but to accept my fate; if I didn't agree, I didn't know what they would do to me, let alone release me. Just like that, my twenty-year sentence was miraculously reduced to six years—a rare occurrence in the history of Chinese criminal justice.
I regained my freedom; I was 23 years old that year.
After my release, I didn't go home, nor did I have a home to return to.
I first went to find the secret that Brother Lin had told me. Brother Lin knew I liked guns, so this secret was also related to guns.
Lin told me the place was close to the prison where I was serving my sentence, so I found a tattered package under a broken cement bridge in the suburbs. Inside the layers of packaging, I found two brand-new Type 64 pistols, over 300 rounds of ammunition, and 50,000 yuan in cash—Lin had originally planned to use for his escape, but it never came in handy. This generous gift from Lin strengthened my resolve, so I set off on my journey home with the pistols and ammunition.
I went directly to my grandmother's village. She had passed away a few years earlier, and the old house was now dilapidated and uninhabited.
I found the Thompson submachine gun I had hidden years ago. Its power and firepower far surpassed the Type 64 pistols; this was a truly battle-tested weapon. On my way there, I specifically visited a bookstore to learn about Thompsons and quickly learned how to use them. The tarpaulin had sealed it well, so this old gun, hidden for half a century, was still usable.
With three guns, a long gun and a short gun, and 50,000 yuan (a considerable sum in those days), I started thinking about what I should do. Six years in prison had been incredibly agonizing. For the first two years, I secretly vowed revenge; I would kill the police who framed me, the teachers who provided false evidence, and the classmates who gave false testimony. But now that I was out, my mind was blank. I hesitated about revenge. I knew I couldn't forget the deep hatred, but I didn't know where to begin.
I felt I was becoming increasingly indifferent to everything.
Returning to my mother's city, seeing the beautiful girls on the street, I couldn't help but feel sorrow. Thinking back to the year I went to prison, at seventeen, I knew absolutely nothing about sex. I, who knew nothing, was accused of rape. I had never even seen a woman's naked body, never even seen what a woman's vagina looked like. I truly felt the greatest irony of my life.
In prison, I occasionally overheard fellow inmates talking about women, and I couldn't help but feel a longing, a desire to truly see what women were really like.
But for me, women were unattainable. When I went to prison, I was just a naive teenager; after my release, I was completely out of touch with society. How to pursue women? I had no idea.
Perhaps I could force a woman to undress at gunpoint and then do what I wanted to her, becoming a real rapist. But I felt that doing so would be a desecration of my own life.
Wanting to know what women were like, I went to a video rental store. The first film was a Hong Kong Category III movie; the plot was quite exciting, but I could only see women's breasts, and at most, a few glimpses of bare buttocks. I couldn't see what a woman's vagina looked like, much less clearly the act of penetration.
Later, at the insistence of several thugs in the video arcade, the owner finally played the most explicit film—a European and American one. It clearly showed men's penises, women's vaginas, and details of sex. Only then did I truly understand what it was all about. I really wanted to find a woman to try it out.
But at that moment, the woman who held the most significance in my life was the one who came to mind.
I stayed in a hotel for a few days and inquired about Xu Xiaoqing. In those years, many state-owned enterprises in the city went bankrupt, and Lao Feng was laid off. He went to work in the south with his boss who had gone into business, leaving him and Xu Xiaoqing separated. Their daughter, Feng Yuxian, was studying at a vocational school in the provincial capital. Xu Xiaoqing opened a laundry shop in the city and started making money.
It was a stormy night, the rumbling thunder and torrential rain dominating the hearing of everyone in the city. The streets were deserted, with only a few cars weaving through the shantytowns, which were still mostly single-story houses.
It was time to go find her.
I was wearing a large raincoat and rain boots, walking down the street. The raincoat, which wasn't breathable, kept the heavy rain out, while my body was soaked with sweat.
I arrived at "Xiaoqing Laundry Shop." It was already 9:30 PM, and the shop was closed. Besides, in this weather, it wouldn't have opened even if it had opened earlier.
I hesitated for a moment before knocking. At first, I knocked very lightly, then gradually increased the volume. Finally, I heard a familiar voice from behind the door, "Who is it?"
The voice came from behind the door, in a very cautious tone.
"Is this Feng Gang's house? I'm from the Public Security Bureau!" I continued, "Feng Gang is in some trouble,
and we need your cooperation in the investigation!" "Ah, Feng Gang..." The door latch swung open with a clatter, revealing a figure both familiar and unfamiliar. She was wearing a blouse, her hair still damp, but not from rain; it even smelled of shampoo. The hem of her blouse was open, revealing only purple briefs and bare, snow-white, full legs. She must have heard about Feng Gang's accident and rushed out without even putting on some pants—a clear case of being overly concerned.
I forcefully stepped forward and pushed her into the gatehouse, then went in myself and slammed the door shut.
"You..." Xu Xiaoqing (my mother) stumbled from my push, her expression a mixture of fear and doubt, unsure what to ask.
"I'm afraid it'll be difficult to open this door for me if I don't talk about Feng Gang, right?" I took off my raincoat, carrying my Thomson scooter slung over my shoulder, and approached Xu Xiaoqing.
The light in the gatehouse wasn't very bright, so I moved closer so she could see who I was.
"You are...you are..." Xu Xiaoqing's beautiful eyes widened. "You're Yanchen..."
"Not bad, you still recognize me..." I said sarcastically. "How...how did you..."
"How did I get out, didn't I? Guess how I got out?" I fired a shot with my Thompson submachine gun, piercing a water vat in the gatehouse, the water trickling out.
"Ah—" Xu Xiaoqing screamed in fright from my shot. "How...you...you..." She tried to calm herself down and said, "You didn't escape, did you!"
I then released the Thompson, swiftly pulled a Type 64 pistol from my backside, and fired another shot, shattering a water glass on a nearby table, glass shards flying everywhere. "What do you think? Someone like me, released after serving time? Twenty years isn't that fast!"
"Ah—" She collapsed to the ground. "Son..." she sobbed.
"You still know I'm your son..." I wanted to point a gun at her head and ask her that, but suddenly I felt I couldn't. The gun lowered, pointing at the ground.
"I know... I know, Mom is sorry..." she cried, "These past years, I haven't been able to bear it either, I..."
"Do you know how I've endured these past six years?" I asked her fiercely. I'd held back for six years, and today I was going to tell her everything. "You clearly knew that the time the police said the incident happened, I had just left your place. In a mere fifteen minutes, I couldn't possibly have gotten to that place, let alone had time to rape and murder. Why didn't you say these things back then? Why did you join in saying that I did it? Why did you pretend to be so nice and tell me to reform myself and get a reduced sentence sooner!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she sobbed, tears streaming down her face. "Mom is so sorry... I've made you suffer so much~~~~ Waaah~~~~"
"You really are sorry to me~"
"Yes, Mom is sorry... It's all Mom's fault~" She slowly stood up, ignoring the fact that the shirt she was wearing had been opened, revealing a white tank top, her chest bulging, and her snow-white shoulders. "I know you hate me. Since that's the case, Mom won't say anything. Just shoot me dead, and then you run away as fast as you can, as far away as possible. Take care of yourself and live a good life..."
"Enough!" I interrupted her sharply. "Don't give me this fake concern. Why would I kill you? What good would your death do me? Would it make up for the suffering I've endured these past few years? You want to end it all? Dream on! I've lived a life worse than death these past few years, and I haven't died. What right do you have to die?"
"Things are already like this. What do you want me to do... Mom has nothing to make up for you except this life!" Xu Xiaoqing covered her face in anguish, trembling all over, and the shirt she was wearing fell to the ground.
She was almost naked in front of me. I saw this woman who gave me life but also caused me misfortune, and I actually felt desire. "I know without you saying a word. You're trying to say you had your reasons for doing this, right? Someone must have blackmailed you with your husband and your precious daughter, so you chose to let them have their way, sacrificing me, because you never really liked me anyway, is that it?"
"No, no~~~" she sobbed again, "These past years, Mom hasn't had it easy either~~~"
"Of course you haven't had it easy!" I said sternly, "You haven't had it easy because your own conscience is tormented, not because you're worried about how much I've suffered in prison. You traded my good life for their comfort, and let me tell you, this comfort didn't come for free, you will all pay the price~~~"
"No, no~~~" she cried again, "Son, Mom begs you, it's all Mom's fault, you can do whatever you want, please, don't hurt others, okay?"
"Don't hurt others? Who? Your husband, Lao Feng? Your precious daughter?" I laughed sarcastically, "Heh, why? Why should I hurt them? In your heart, are they really more important than me, isn't that it?"
"No, no?" She shook her head desperately. "Children, it's not like that. You are all important. Mom knows she was wrong... Waaah..."
I looked her over. She really hadn't changed much. God really favored her. She was over forty and still so beautiful, and even more mature and charming.
"Tsk tsk, you've been too good to me, haven't you?" I said with a sneer. "You're so well-maintained, so young. All those years you were a pampered housewife, never having to worry about anything. I didn't notice how many wrinkles I had. Tell me, have you really been having a hard time all these years? Have you ever felt guilty about what happened to me?"
Xu Xiaoqing then noticed that she was only wearing underwear and felt a little uncomfortable. She picked up her top to cover herself.
"No matter what you've done, you're still my mother. I can't kill you, and I can't bear to..." I said slowly, my voice trembling. "But that doesn't mean I can't bear to kill them and make you suffer a fate worse than death!"
"I've said it before, it's all my fault. You can come at me..." Her words suddenly turned cold and harsh.
"Come at you! Fine!" I moved closer to her.
She closed her eyes, trembling all over, panting heavily. "Come on, you can kill me, strangle me, dismember me, anything, as long as you're satisfied." With that, the shirt she was holding fell to the ground.
I tucked the pistol back into my waistband, examining her body, her helpless state filled with complex emotions. I pulled the belt from a dress hanging nearby, grabbed her arm, forced her to turn around, and then tied her hands behind her back.
"This is pointless, I won't resist!" she said, resigned to her fate.
I stood behind her, looking at her silhouette. Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, reaching her waist, some ends covering her round, firm buttocks encased in purple panties.
At that moment, her thoughts were only on life and death, ruling out any other possibility. So, when I suddenly pulled down her panties, she was caught off guard.
By the time she realized what was happening, the panties were already down to her ankles, and only then did she understand why I had tied her hands.
"What are you doing..." Before she could even finish asking the question, I had already pushed her down onto a sofa bed in the gatehouse, which was used for temporary rest. The first thing I did was strip her panties and slippers off her body.
She instinctively closed her legs, but I could still see her sparse, dark pubic hair, her round, plump mound, and below that, the fleshy cleft that couldn't be hidden even with her legs tightly closed. I saw it, I finally saw it, a woman's bare buttocks, a woman's vagina, it was really real... "What are you doing? What do you want to do?" Xu Xiaoqing lay on the bed, almost roaring hysterically.
"What do I want to do? Heh heh~~~" My hand slowly approached her genitals. "Six years ago, I was convicted of rape and murder, but I'd never even seen a woman's cunt before, and I spent six years in prison for nothing. I'm so damn wronged!" My hand reached for her cunt, my fingers roughly digging inside. She squeezed her legs together and twisted her waist, but it was no use. "All these years, when you were having sex with that guy surnamed Feng, did you ever think about me being beaten and tortured in prison? He was having fun, while I was suffering inside with a rape charge. Why?"
"Let me go, don't do this... You're an animal~~~ Waaaaah~~~" She kicked her legs and struggled.
"Beast? Heh, the suffering I've endured in these six years is something even beasts haven't experienced. If beasts could live comfortably, I'd truly regret not being born a beast in this life!" I forcefully flipped her labia, finding her clitoris, and tormented her with abandon.
"~~~I'm your mother~~~You can't~~~" She cried harder, but gradually gave up resisting. "If you can be so cruel to me, why can't I?" I played with my mother's vagina even more recklessly, and gradually her legs began to yield, slowly opening up. I could see the full view of her vagina; it was quite large, with thick, bright red labia majora and thin, slightly darkened labia minora.
Xu Xiaoqing, overwhelmed with shame, closed her eyes, her face flushed, and cried incoherently, uttering incoherent curses: "Liu Yanchen, I'll fuck your mother~~~ You're a fucking bastard~~~"
"Haha, you're right, you know what I'm going to do, yes, fuck my mother, but not you, why are you fucking yourself? I can~~~" I took off my submachine gun and placed it on the table next to me, then pulled out two pistols hidden in different places... Until I disarmed myself, pulled down my pants, my already erect penis ready to do something extraordinary.
I lifted her tank top, revealing her pair of firm, large breasts, but unexpectedly, she calmly didn't resist.
"Yanchen, do you really want to do this to me?" Xu Xiaoqing's attitude seemed to have returned to calm.
"Yes, I've been holding back for a long time."
"Okay, as long as you promise me to let Yuxian and her father go, you can do whatever you want. As long as you can get revenge, Mom will give you..." Her voice trembled, and then she slowly opened her legs on her own. "Untie my hands, Mom keeps her word, Mom will give you!"
I was sure she wouldn't lie to me, so I helped her sit up and untied her hands.
She moved her wrists, then took off her vest, revealing herself completely naked in front of me. Then she suddenly hugged me and pulled me into her arms. "Son, my son has never raped anyone, not in the past, not now. This is Mom giving you. Mom has thought it through. If this way can compensate you, Mom is willing."
I pushed her down onto the bed, and my fingers ruthlessly shoved into her vagina again. "Stop pretending to be doing this for my own good. You want me to soften my heart, to give up?"
"Um...no, no...I will never...be gentle...ooh..." Her voice was a moan or a sob, her vagina contracting and secreting a lot of fluid.
I had absolutely no interest in any more foreplay with her. My already erect penis awkwardly pressed between her labia, trying to penetrate her soft clitoris, but I couldn't get in.
She grabbed my glans, found the right spot, and I thrust in forcefully, easily penetrating her wet vagina… It was my first time having sex with a woman, and it was my own mother. My rhythm was slow, mechanical, and forceful, as if I wasn't fucking her, but stabbing her with a knife. "Am I useless…" My movements were vicious, and my tone was vicious too.
"Mmm...no...no..."
"I need you to help me get in..." I fucked her hard again. "Am I really that useless..."
"Mmm...ah...no...mmm..." she moaned. "It's your first time...mmm...it's already pretty good..."
I continued fucking her as I spoke. "You never dreamed you'd be fucked by me..."
"Yes..."
"Just like I never imagined you'd treat me like this..." At this point, I angrily thrust my cock all the way in.
"Mmm..." she moaned. "Mmm...if this can compensate you...mmm...then fuck me to death..."
I fucked her hard. "Do you think I'll be polite?"
It was my first time fucking a woman, and it felt like I was just going through the motions. I didn't know women had orgasms; I just thought she was really cheap and slutty. But I liked her cheapness and her slutness. The harder I fucked her, the more she seemed to enjoy it.
All my semen shot into her vagina, the vagina that gave birth to me twenty-two years ago, now receiving my return.
Xu Xiaoqing hugged me again. Her body was still soft, her skin still smooth, her naked body pressed tightly against mine. For the first time in my life, I felt such pleasure.
I never expected her to be such a wanton woman, able to be so satisfied even after being fucked by her son. Little did I know that it was because of another sin she had committed, the ease she gained after paying the price.
"Are you hungry?" she suddenly asked, her tone gentle, like a virtuous wife and a good mother, but unfortunately, she was neither.
"Of course I'm not hungry." I pinched her nipple a little harder. "How can I rape you if I don't eat my fill first?"
"Ouch..." she groaned. "I pinched it off..."
"So what if I pinched it off?" I gently stroked her nipple.
"So what if I pinched it off? Let's see what you touch next."
"You still want me to touch you often? To fuck you often?" My hand moved to the next target, thrusting into her vagina, the vagina I had just fucked.
"Hmm—" She was caught off guard by the sudden attack. "If there's a first time, there will be a second. I know you want women. I'm the safest for you!"
She thought for a moment and then said, "You escaped. If you want to find other women, you'll definitely have to take risks. Fuck your own mother is the safest option."
"You know nothing!" I pulled my hand away and slapped her plump, round buttocks.
"You're tired too, let's go to sleep!" Her head rested on my chest.
She picked up her underwear to put it on, but I snatched it away and tore it to shreds. "Who are you trying to cover up for?"
"Fine, I won't wear anything, I'll go naked!"
The rain outside was still falling, getting heavier and heavier.
We went out together through the back door of the gatehouse. She was naked, wearing only slippers, and carrying nothing. I carried my gun and the ammunition pack.
Behind the gatehouse was a courtyard, and on the other side of the courtyard was their house. We went to sleep in her and Lao Feng's room. That night, I fucked her three more times.
It was raining outside, and the house was stuffy inside. Neither of us could sleep, so we lay side by side on the bed. My penis lay limp, and there was still semen on her pubic hair and labia. The sheets were a little damp, with our sweat and her vaginal fluid.
"When did you escape?"
"Many days ago—"
"And you escaped with a gun, you're really something—"
"Guess if it's true or not?"
"I can't guess, but you're out now, that's for sure."
"Have any police come looking for you these past few days?"
"No." She paused. "Only you pretended to be a policeman today and tricked me into opening the door."
"If I really escaped, and with a gun, I'd probably be wanted nationwide." I touched her lower abdomen. "As a direct relative of a fugitive, how could no police come looking for you?"
"Then you were released..."
"What do you think?"
"Probably, where did you get the gun?"
"I won't tell you!" I touched her vulva again, almost addicted.
"Your mother's vulva..."
"Hahaha..." I laughed, and she couldn't help but laugh too... The morning after the night rain was always exceptionally fresh. The stone bricks on the yard were still wet, and green moss grew along the edges of the house. The yard wasn't big, but it was very enclosed. The enclosed space allowed a woman to walk around naked without fear of being seen, as long as no one was flying in the sky or climbing onto the roof.
Xu Xiaoqing walked around the yard naked, her plump buttocks, slightly parted vulva, and trembling breasts assaulting my vision in broad daylight. When I woke up that morning, I only told her, "No one else is around, you must be naked in front of me." She did as I said, doing everything the same way—cooking, washing clothes, and doing housework.
Her vulva was always wet, because she had washed it many times. It was my requirement; whether she had urinated or been penetrated, she had to wash it as soon as possible.
Her laundry shop had to stay open, so of course she couldn't wash clothes for customers naked.
She said, "If you haven't had enough fun and seen enough, I'm not opening for business today!"
"Having enough fun and seeing enough is hard to come by. Are you planning to never open a business again?"
"Can I wear clothes then?"
"Only one piece."
"One piece?"
"Not one more, not even underwear." I added, "And this one piece can only be a dress, not pants."
"Then I'm still naked, aren't I?"
"Are you stupid?"
Xu Xiaoqing's laundry shop reopened. Customers coming in to pick up or drop off clothes saw her wearing an orange plaid dress, but everything she did seemed a little unnatural. A woman in her forties, not wearing underwear under her dress—anyone would feel guilty and uncomfortable.
During the lunch break, the front door of the gatehouse was locked. Xu Xiaoqing took off her dress and hung it in the gatehouse, then went back to the back naked to cook, eat, sleep, and of course, have sex with her son.
"Can you throw this gun away? That thing is dangerous!" Xu Xiaoqing and I lay side by side on the bed again. I had one arm around her, and with the other hand, I played with the Type 64 pistol, its magazine already removed. Every now and then, I would use the cold muzzle to tease her nipples, poke her buttocks, and nudge her vagina.
"No!"
"This thing will kill you sooner or later!"
"Are you afraid of being implicated?"
"What am I afraid of being implicated? I'm afraid you..."
"If I didn't have a gun, I probably would have died long ago. I died when I went to prison six years ago."
"..."
"If I hadn't been thinking about it, if I hadn't had a gun, I really would be dead."
"You've had a gun for a long time?"
"A long time ago..."
"Where did you get it?"
"I won't tell you!"
"Fuck your mother~"
"How do you want me to fuck you?"
"Fuck me however you want."
"Fuck me from behind!"
Xu Xiaoqing propped herself up on her hands and knees, sticking her butt out. I fucked her from behind without any hesitation. This time, she moaned lasciviously, clearly enjoying it, and her vagina was overflowing with fluid. After ejaculating, she lay down, and I suddenly grabbed her buttocks and slapped them hard several times, leaving several bright red handprints on her snow-white, round buttocks.
"Mmm—ah—" she almost cried out,
"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask in the future!"
"I beg you, please don't cause trouble outside, okay?" She really cried. "You can hit me anytime you want!"
"Just don't mess with me anymore!"
[The End]

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