The Women in My Family (Part Two)

My Family's Woman (Part Two)

When I was in the second year of junior high school, my mother became the "common wife" of the men in our neighborhood for a period of time.
Of course, she was forced into it. It all started when my mother was raped by our neighbor, Old
Wang. The reason was that I broke the head of our neighbor's son, Wang Xin, with a stone. The head of the household was a
retired soldier who did nothing at home, spending his days playing mahjong and relying on his wife's business to support the family. His wife
often went out of town to buy goods. For a while, the couple argued frequently, supposedly because he suspected his wife
of having an affair but couldn't find any evidence.
Anyway, to get back to the story, I must tell you about how my mother was raped. When my mother heard that I had broken someone's head,
she immediately dragged me to their house to apologize. Looking back now, my mother, that stupid slut,
went to Wang's house before my father even came home from work, essentially offering herself up to be fucked, and
after the first time, she was repeatedly fucked.
That day, only the father and son were home. The son's head was bandaged.
My mother knocked on the door, and Old Wang, shirtless and wearing only his underwear, opened it. My mother felt
a surge of panic upon seeing Old Wang's tattooed dragon and muscular body; her cervix twitched.
Seeing it was my mother, Old Wang smiled and let us in, then closed the door.
Once inside, my mother apologized and offered to pay for the medical expenses. Old Wang's face darkened
, and he said, "Your son broke my son's head, and you think medical expenses are all you're going to pay?"
My mother quickly and cautiously asked how much he wanted, and Old Wang said sarcastically, "Money won't do;
I'll have to twist your son's head off to vent my anger." My mother thought to herself that this scoundrel was capable of anything,
and she panicked, pleading in a low voice, "My son, Xiaowei
, was ignorant; please be merciful..." Old Wang was a bully who preyed on the weak; the more my mother showed weakness,
the less willing he was to budge. It was the height of summer, and my mother was dressed very lightly—a thin pink blouse and a white skirt
. Through the blouse and skirt, one could vaguely see her white bra and pink panties. My mother's breasts were already
large, their high, full contours clearly visible through the thin blouse.
The outlines of her two full nipples were even visible through the bra fabric, protruding on her chest and bouncing up and down with the movement of her breasts. The
blouse had a low neckline and loose cuffs, allowing for easy glimpses of
her white shoulders, arms, chest, and abdomen from the side or behind. When she bent over, one could even
catch a glimpse of her full, white breasts and rosy nipples! My mother was sitting next to Old Wang, unaware that
he was staring at her through her loose neckline. When she looked up and realized Old Wang was peeking at her, she
understood her inappropriate attire, blushed, and quickly stood up, saying, "It's getting late, I should go home."
She was about to leave when it was already too late. Old Wang said, "Do you think you can just come
and go as you please?" My mother nervously said, "What do you want? Don't touch my son." Old Wang
said, "If you want your son, take off your skirt first!"
My mother couldn't believe he would say such a thing in front of her son and was stunned. Old Wang said,
"Take it off, you filthy bitch!" My mother then came to her senses and hurriedly pulled me towards the door. Old Wang
said, "I'm giving you face, but you don't appreciate it. You want to suffer the consequences." With that, he stepped in front of my mother
, blocking her way, grabbed her shoulders, and lifted her up like an eagle snatching a chick, throwing her onto
the sofa next to her. My mother's whole body went limp. She didn't dare to scream for help, afraid the neighbors would hear,
and just pleaded, "Brother Wang... let me go..." My mother's pitiful pleas and her reluctance
to speak out instantly enraged Old Wang. He roughly bound her hands behind her back with rope and
taped her mouth shut, though she dared not scream. Then he ripped open her shirt,
pulling up her breasts to reveal her soft, white breasts
and deep cleavage, exposing her nipples. His son watched nearby.
Old Wang said to his son, "I never imagined Xiao Wei's mother's nipples were so big, much bigger than your mother's!"
My mother, naked in front of me and the father and son, was already flushed with shame and filled with regret,
yet her uterus throbbed even more intensely (a testament to how much my mother's cunt craved to be fucked). Old Wang pulled down
his underwear, his penis already erect. He pushed my mother, who was naked from the waist up, onto the sofa,
straddled her snow-white belly, and sandwiched his large, dark penis between her breasts, the massive
glans almost touching her chin. He used his large hands to squeeze her breasts together,
thrusting his penis back and forth. My mother's breasts were both sore and numb from the kneading, but it brought her an unprecedented stimulation,
especially the increasingly hard penis thrusting back and forth between her breasts, making her heart and uterus itch.
Her breasts uncontrollably swelled up, and her nipples began to erect.
"Look at Xiaoqiang's mom, she's really horny, she's already getting horny so quickly, haha," Old Wang
said to his son in a frivolous tone, while his son watched with great interest. The breast sex continued for a while, and my mother's
breasts were rubbed red and raw. Old Wang thrust his penis faster and faster, and suddenly sticky semen
spurted from his urethra, getting all over my mother's nostrils. She had to open her mouth to breathe, and Old Wang,
taking advantage of the situation, shoved his still-ejaculating penis into her open mouth. Caught off guard,
the glans was thrust into her mouth, the hot semen spraying down her throat, almost suffocating her.
Old Wang's glans reached all the way to the back of her throat. The pungent smell of male genitalia and the fishy smell of semen almost
made her vomit, but the intense visual impact of the large glans overwhelmed her, causing her uterus
to contract and feel the discharge... Tears streamed down her face.
When Old Wang pulled his penis out of my mother's mouth, it was already somewhat erect again. He lifted my mother's skirt,
revealing her wet vulva through her pink panties. "Look, this slut's already
wet!" My mother felt utterly ashamed, and her vagina and uterine walls involuntarily contracted again, secreting
even more fluid. Her body was yearning for penetration. When Old Wang pulled down my mother's underwear, there
was no resistance. My mother even unconsciously lifted her buttocks, letting the underwear slip down. My mother's skirt
was pulled up in a bunch at her waist, exposing her assets as a woman: her breasts, vulva, and buttocks
completely to the father and son.
Old Wang picked up my mother's body, which was limp from fear or anticipation, spread her shapely thighs, and
with a "whoosh," inserted his penis into her already wet vagina, beginning to thrust in and out with relish.
My mother trembled all over. The humiliating pleasure from the hard glans rubbing against her vaginal walls stirred a
deep-seated desire within her, making it difficult for her to breathe and her muscles stiffen. Old Wang had already ejaculated
once, so he was now very persistent. His thrusts, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, made my mother moan uncontrollably.
Three minutes later, he brought her to her first climax. My mother's first orgasm lasted for half a minute,
then Old Wang increased the frequency and force of his thrusts, and my mother trembled like a flower petal in the wind.
It wasn't until my mother's third orgasm that Old Wang finally thrust deeply, satisfied, and stopped thrusting, ejaculating every
last drop of semen into my mother's uterus. After ejaculating, he paused for two minutes before slowly
withdrawing his penis from my mother's vagina. My mother let out a long breath and collapsed, exhausted. Old Wang threw my mom's underwear in her face,
leering at me, "Your mom's cunt tastes pretty good. Considering your mom has two big tits and
a tender, horny cunt, I'll spare you, you little brat. From now on, I'm your godfather, understand
?" He then said to my mom, "If you don't want your son to be missing an arm or a leg, and you don't want your husband to know
, you'll have to be available whenever I need you. When your husband isn't home, your cunt is
mine to use, haha!" My dad was often away on business trips, and my mom probably didn't realize
how difficult it would be for her to escape this lecherous man's harassment and humiliation.
My mom, ravaged by the abuse, sat up blankly, mechanically put on her underwear, straightened her clothes and hair,
and without saying a word, dejectedly took me home. Back home, she didn't say anything, just went into
her room and closed the door. That night, my mom again told me not to tell my dad what happened, and also told me
not to play with their children anymore. But from then on, my mother frequently went to the Wang family's house. Sometimes when my father was away
on business, Old Wang would have Wang Xin pass a message to my mother through me, asking her to come to his house to keep him company that night.
His father would sometimes even come to our house. Old Wang seemed to never hide his abuse of my mother from his son.
Wang Xin would often proudly describe to me the scenes of his father and my mother having sex, and I listened with great interest.
When his father came to my house to have sex with my mother, I was absolutely not allowed to witness their sexual intercourse.
Another man who frequently abused my mother was Director Wen. Director Wen worked in the same unit as my father, was over forty years old
but had never been married, and no one was willing to marry him. Director Wen was very familiar with Old Wang and often drank together.
It was a summer noon. Director Wen and Old Wang were both drunk, bragging about the women they'd slept with.
The conversation drifted to my mother. Old Wang said, "I often sleep with Lin Mengxiong's wife from your unit. Her son,
Xiaowei, is in the same class as my son. I call her over, and she doesn't dare refuse. That slut, I always make her
give me a blowjob; she's got a real knack for it..."
Before this, the bachelor Director Wen hadn't seemed to bother my mother, perhaps
out of respect for my father who worked at the same unit, and perhaps unaware that my mother had been with men other than my father. Old Wang's
words ignited Director Wen's lust. After drinking, he went back to his room, restless,
and came straight to our house. That day, only my mother and I were home. My mother was taking a nap in her room,
the door only slightly ajar. When Director Wen arrived, I was about to
go out to meet a classmate, so I told him my mother was napping and would wake up soon, and asked him to
wait in the living room before hurrying away.
Director Wen, of course, wouldn't miss such a good opportunity. Seeing me leave, he turned and closed the front door.
My mother's bedroom door was indeed only ajar. Director Wen gently pushed the door open and went in. He saw my mother
sleeping soundly on the bamboo couch, wearing only a thin slip dress, revealing her fair, pink shoulders and
thighs. Through the dress, he could see two large, dark nipples. Director Wen moved closer to the bamboo couch,
gently lifting my mother's nightgown. He saw a small mound beneath her white panties. He pulled down
her panties and saw a tuft of dark pubic hair. He couldn't resist any longer, pulled down his own underwear,
pounced on my mother, and lifted her genitals to pull down her panties. My mother woke up and sat up,
realizing her nightgown had been pulled up to her chest and her panties had been pulled down to her knees. She was startled and almost screamed.
Director Wen quickly covered my mother's mouth with his hand, "Aying, don't shout, don't shout, it'll look bad if you shout."
My mother recognized Director Wen and struggled to push him away, both ashamed and angry, saying, "Old Wen,
what are you doing here? Get out of here! Aren't you afraid I'll tell Old Lin?" Director Wen, emboldened by alcohol,
leered and said, "Aying, don't pretend to be so righteous. Neither of us knows who's afraid Old Lin will find out.
You're giving a blowjob to someone like Wang Zhonghe, do you think I don't know? We can only keep it from Old Lin."
My mother blushed and stood there dumbfounded. Director Wen took the opportunity to stroke my mother's snow-white thighs,
grinning, "But if you listen to me, I won't tell anyone, otherwise you'll be in trouble,
hmph." As he spoke, he pulled down the straps of my mother's nightgown. As soon as my mother reached out to protect herself, Director Wen's
face darkened. "I won't force you," he said. "Have you thought this through? Do you want Old Lin to know about you and Wang Zhonghe?"
My mother hesitated. Director Wen pulled her nightgown up to her abdomen, and she instinctively covered her
exposed breasts with her hands. Taking advantage of the situation, Director Wen
lifted my mother's legs, pulled down her underwear which was down to her knees, and then easily spread her legs apart.
Director Wen hugged my mother's waist, his erect penis rubbing against her vulva, the hard glans pressing against
her labia. My mother kept her eyes half-closed and remained silent. Director Wen's penis slowly entered her, and
my mother let out a soft moan. Director Wen's scrotum quickly kissed my mother's labia.
The only sound in the room was the rhythmic creaking of my mother's bamboo bed. Director Wen
rarely had the opportunity to be intimate with women. He usually masturbated by watching women walk, but when
he suddenly saw my mother's familiar, large breasts and voluptuous vagina under her clothes, and was able to enjoy her beauty to his heart's content,
he couldn't help but passionately embrace my naked mother and thrust into her relentlessly. My mother's vagina
was already wet when Director Wen penetrated her. While cursing her own depravity, she unconsciously began to respond to Director Wen
's thrusts, and at that moment, a warm liquid gushed out, filling my mother's uterus.
Director Wen lay between my mother's naked breasts, panting with satisfaction.
Ever since he raped my mother, Director Wen had often harassed her. When
he encountered her when no one was around, it was common for him to pinch her buttocks. My mother never dared to complain, and perhaps she felt
that since he had already used her body, there was no point in resisting, which only emboldened Director Wen.
When my mother was home alone, Director Wen would often seize the opportunity to rape her.
I remember one afternoon around 3 pm, I came home early from school and found the bedroom door locked. I thought the house was empty...
No one was home. When I tried to unlock the door, I found it was locked from the inside. I started to feel uneasy. Had
a thief broken in? This was an old bungalow; a locked door wouldn't be a problem. I went around to the back of the house, used a bamboo pole to pry
open the wooden slats blocking the kitchen window, opened it, and quietly jumped in, then closed the window again. The kitchen was empty, and all was quiet except for some noise from the front room. I tiptoed over and found the noise was coming from my parents' room. The creaking of my mother's bamboo bed was mixed with the sounds of panting, and I could vaguely hear her voice. I crouched down and approached the door, finding it ajar. It was definitely my mother and a man inside . Peeking through the crack, I saw Director Wen's naked buttocks bobbing up and down. I knew the woman underneath was my mother. I could only see her legs being held up in mid-air by Director Wen. Director Wen's dark, thin body contrasted sharply with my mother's snow-white thighs . Director Wen was clearly enjoying my mother's fat cunt, getting really into it. I carefully stood up, trying not to make a sound. I knew that with Director Wen's back to the door and my mother lying on her back facing the ceiling, she wouldn't see my eyes through the crack in the door, but I could see much more clearly. I saw my mother's face flushed from being fucked, her eyes tightly closed, her protruding brown areolas swollen to a deep red, and her long nipples erect. My mother said in a trembling voice, "Old Wen...please...please... quickly...quickly cum...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to...I'm going to be fucked to death by you." Director Wen continued to thrust in and out, saying, "You...you stinking bitch...know...how...I'm...powerful...now, right? Today...I'll fuck you...to death...you...stinking...bitch." My mother said, "This week...you...have...come...three times...and it's still...not enough ...what if...Old Lin...suddenly...comes...home...after work...one day?" Director Wen said, "You...stinking bitch...are also...afraid...of being...discovered...hmph..." I couldn't hear the rest of his words. Director Wen paused, took a few deep breaths, and continued thrusting. After a while, he stopped thrusting and slowly withdrew his penis, which was covered in my mother's fluids. I could see the outline of his testicles in his dark scrotum. I thought he was finished, but it turned out he just wanted to take a break and change positions before continuing. He proudly spread my mother's legs, admiring her plump cunt being violated by him. My mother's vaginal opening was somewhat red and swollen, and her dark pubic hair was covered in fluids. Her labia were engorged and bright red, blooming like flowers, with the vaginal opening at its center, from which fluids were still gushing out. My mother sat up, her large breasts swaying alluringly, her dark nipples swollen like ripe cherries. Director Wen chuckled and played with my mother's breasts, sucking on one nipple while teasing the other between his fingers. My mother seemed to be pleading in a low voice for Director Wen to stop, that she was exhausted. But this only aroused his lust. Director Wen lifted my mother's plump, white thighs and pressed them apart. My mother fell weakly backward onto the bed, at his mercy. The rape began again. Director Wen thrust his thick penis deep into my mother 's vagina again and again, the viscous fluid flowing onto the bamboo bed and dripping onto the floor. Director Wen thrust in and out more than a hundred times, and then after a series of thrusts that almost broke the bamboo bed, he slammed his penis into my mother's lower body, his entire penis inside her. His testicles were pulled up with each thrust, filling my mother's uterus with a large amount of semen. The ejaculation lasted for half a minute before Director Wen reluctantly withdrew his limp penis from my mother's vagina, the tip of his penis still containing milky white semen. He then put his penis into my mother's mouth and ordered her to lick it, while playing with my mother's breasts. My mother could only let out muffled moans. Seeing that they were almost finished, I was afraid of being discovered, so I quickly and quietly slipped out of the kitchen window again and stayed at my classmate's house until dark before returning. When I got home, my dad was already back, and everything seemed normal. From then on, I hated Director Wen, feeling that he was bullying my mom. But I also found what I saw very exciting, and I increasingly enjoyed seeing my mom naked being fucked by other men. The image of my mom's mature breasts swaying with each thrust, and her ravaged genitals exposed when her legs were spread, lingered in my mind. My dad was only home for two weeks a month, and even when he was home, Director Wen would often come to our house in the afternoon to rape my mom. Because my mom worked as an accountant at the factory, her job was usually easy, and she often didn't have to go to work in the afternoon. Old Wang would still often wait until my dad wasn't home to have my mom come over to keep him company at night or simply rape her at our house. Director Wen would still often drink with Old Wang, and the topic they talked about most was my mom's body. After the Spring Festival of 1989, my mom started frequently working night shifts at the factory, sometimes once every two weeks, sometimes once a week, and at most twice a week. What's even stranger is that I noticed the first thing my mom did after coming back from her night shift was to lock herself in her room to shower and change. Once, I accidentally discovered a strong smell of smoke on her clothes after her "night shift," even though my mom doesn't smoke, and neither does my dad. What seemed normal to most people wasn't so simple to me. Connecting this to the stories of Old Wang, Director Wen, and my mom, I felt that my mom's frequent "night shifts" were most likely related to them. That year I was 13, in the first year of junior high school, curious and adventurous, and I really wanted to find out the truth behind my mom's "night shifts." One night, my mom said she was going to work the night shift again. During dinner, I made an excuse to sneak out and hid in the toilet at the entrance of our alley, pretending to relieve myself. Back then , the toilet had several rows of ventilation holes in the brick wall, allowing you to see pedestrians in the alley. After a while, I saw my mom come out, and I quickly came out of the toilet and followed her from a distance. My mom's factory was a twenty-minute walk from home. I followed her all the way to my mother's factory gate, watching her go inside. Nothing seemed amiss, and I was quite disappointed. There happened to be an arcade next to the factory gate, so I went in to kill some time. When I came out, it was completely dark. Under the dim streetlights , I suddenly noticed a bicycle among the row of bicycles parked in front of my mother's factory that looked a lot like Director Wen's "Forever" brand. I recognized this bicycle; it often parked downstairs from our house. It looked like it had only been parked there recently. My heart pounded. I pretended to be nonchalant and hid in the arcade, glancing towards my mother's factory gate. More than ten minutes passed, and I still hadn't seen my mother or Director Wen.

I suspected they were making love in my mother's office. Just as I was getting anxious, I heard
the door to the factory gatehouse open, and it was Director Wen who came out, with my mother following behind. Director
Wen got on his bicycle, and my mother jumped on the back. He rode off in the opposite direction from home. I quickly followed them.
Although Director Wen wasn't riding very fast, after ten minutes I was panting and drenched in sweat.
They finally stopped in a newly built residential area, and my mother jumped off. I quickly hid behind a tree and
watched as Director Wen led my mother up the stairs. I hurriedly followed them upstairs. They
stopped on the third floor and knocked on a door. The person inside opened the door, let them in, and then closed it.
I hid in the stairwell between the third and fourth floors, waiting for them to come out. I waited for half an hour, and
the strangers going up and down the stairs looked at me strangely. To avoid being discovered, I had to leave.
Before leaving, I briefly pressed my ear against the door of the third-floor apartment. Inside, there was a cacophony of voices, laughter
, and the sound of shuffling mahjong tiles. Were they playing mahjong? I knew my mom didn't play mahjong.
I couldn't figure out what mahjong had to do with my mom, so I went home dejectedly. My first attempt at tracking her
ended there, with almost no results.
A little over a week later, my mom said she had to work the night shift again. This time, I followed her on my bicycle, but
like the first time, I only followed her to the newly built residential area before returning. That night,
lying in bed, I wondered what my mom was doing at that hour. Playing mahjong? No, that didn't seem right. The more I thought about it, the less I could sleep.
Just as dawn was breaking, I couldn't resist and quietly hopped on my bicycle and went to that residential area.
My mom usually got home around 6 PM, and I wanted to find out if she had been there all night.
Director Wen's bicycle was still parked downstairs. I quietly ran upstairs and hid in
the stairwell between the third and fourth floors. Although the mosquitoes were biting, the thought of finding out my mom's "night shift"
secret made me feel it was worth the effort. Sure enough, around 6 PM, the door to the apartment on the third floor
opened, and I heard Director Wen laughing and talking with several other men. Then Director Wen and my mom came out.
I watched from the stairwell as Director Wen rode away with my mother on his bicycle.
That night, I gathered a few close friends and confronted Director Wen, demanding to know why he had abused my mother and
what he had been doing taking her to that apartment. At first, Director Wen denied it, but after I threatened
to report him to the police, he confessed everything, detailing how he had raped and abused my mother, even mentioning her
"night shift." It turned out, as I suspected, my mother wasn't actually working the night shift at the factory;
she had been taken by Director Wen to a place where his mahjong buddies gathered to be abused and gang-raped!
The whole thing started because Director Wen owed his four mahjong partners a considerable amount of money,
several thousand yuan in total, with the largest debt being over two thousand yuan and the smallest over eight hundred. Before the Spring Festival, they
pressured him to pay back the money. Director Wen simply couldn't possibly come up with that much money.
Since taking my mother as his concubine, Director Wen often boasted to his mahjong partners about how sexy she was naked,
especially her plump and tender vulva, which he said could drive men wild with desire. My mother's skin
was fair and smooth, without many wrinkles. Her soft, full, bowl-shaped breasts trembled,
like those of any mature woman who had given birth; although somewhat loose, the nipples still pointed upwards. My mother
's areolas were quite large, round, about five centimeters in diameter, and dark brown.
In the center of each areola was a large, protruding, spherical nipple with a distinct milk duct. My mother's buttocks were as soft
and elastic , but even larger and more delicate, highlighting her tender, plump vulva, which could drive men
wild during intercourse.
One of the mahjong partners, Fang Wu, a bachelor in his fifties, came up with a terrible idea:
to have Director Wen use my mother to pay off a debt. Some of the four partners were already married, but they all agreed,
unwilling to miss such an opportunity to try something new. Director Wen readily agreed, since my mother wasn't
his wife anyway.
On the evening of the second day of the Lunar New Year, after dinner, my mother assumed Director Wen was going to take her
to his office on his bicycle and rape her, as usual. They had been doing this for over six months, once a week, going
home afterward to avoid being caught in the act by my father, who was gradually getting wind of it. Director Wen threatened
to tell my mother about her affair with Wang Zhonghe if she didn't comply, so my mother had no choice but to comply.
That day, Director Wen conspired with his mahjong partners to have my mother's body used to pay off their debt. He told my
mother about a friend's empty house nearby, saying it would be better to go there, with a bed
and bathroom, much better than the office and our old house. My mother, unaware of the trap, easily fell for it.
Director Wen's mahjong partners hid downstairs. Once inside the house, Director Wen first stripped my mother naked
and had sex with her. Afterward, Director Wen turned the lights back on, and the men lying in wait downstairs received
the signal and rushed upstairs. My mother, completely naked, hadn't even realized what was happening when four
naked men appeared before her . Director Wen grabbed my mother's clothes and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him, leaving
my mother helplessly facing four men, each with an erect penis. My mother was stunned;
she had never seen anything like this before, and her body, still weak from Director Wen's recent violation,
was utterly powerless against the four men, completely at their mercy. At first,
Director Wen was watching TV in the living room, but as the sounds of intercourse in the room grew louder,
he couldn't sit still any longer and entered the room. My mother was being pinned down by the bachelor Fang Wu; Fang Wu's
short, thick penis would slip out of my mother's vagina with every few thrusts. Each time it slipped out, my mother
's buttocks would involuntarily twitch and lift slightly. They were
arranged in order of how much money Director Wen owed; he owed Fang Wu the most, so he went first.
Fang Wu , who rarely had the chance to touch women, seized the opportunity to unleash his pent-up desires on my mother's
fair and voluptuous body. After Fang Wu finished, the other men
pounced on her one after another. My mother's genitals were being penetrated by so
many penises of varying lengths and thicknesses in such a short time, and she was very uncomfortable. They quickly became red and swollen, her pink vulva
turning outwards, causing her to scream in pain. The men continued thrusting without any mercy. After one round,
they turned my mother over, knelt on the bed, and first forced her to lick and suck their penises into her mouth.
Then, while inserting their penises into her vagina from behind her raised buttocks, they held her waist and played with her swaying
breasts. My mother was always being penetrated by two men at the same time. Director Wen initially watched, but later
couldn't resist pulling down his pants and joining in. After the second round, the men were somewhat exhausted, and my mother also...
She collapsed onto the bed, the sheets beneath her soaking wet.
The men, having had their fun, tossed my naked mother into the bedroom and started a
mahjong game in the living room. Director Wen wanted to join in too, and someone said, "How dare you come?" Director Wen smiled and said, "
It's okay if I lose, I have her." Everyone said, "That's not right! So we pay
if we lose, and you just have to make this woman take her pants off? Trying to make a profit without any investment?" Director Wen smiled and said, "
How can it be profit without investment? Why don't you bring a woman to play with?" Fang Wu spoke up, saying that everyone plays mahjong
for fun, and instead of calculating money, why not use women as stakes? The others laughed
at him, "You little rascal, where's your woman?" Fang Wu explained his plan:
four of the five men would play mahjong, and one would rest on the sidelines. Whoever won the mahjong game, my mother would straddle their lap, allowing them
to freely insert their penis into her vagina. During this time, my mother belonged to them, and they could do whatever they wanted with her until
someone else won. However, if they ejaculated, the person resting nearby would immediately take their place.
Everyone agreed to this idea, as it allowed them to have sex with women together, while also having complete control and enjoying themselves
to the fullest. Everyone agreed, and Director Wen naturally didn't object. So, my mother, naked, was
pulled from her bed in the bedroom and circulated as "trophy" at the mahjong table until dawn.
From then on, Director Wen and his mahjong buddies took turns hosting erotic mahjong games at their respective homes,
and naturally, my mother, completely naked, was always present at the table. My mother was subjected to their abuse all night long, which
is why she frequently "worked the night shift." Later, Director Wen's mahjong buddies even brought their acquaintances
and friends to the games.
After telling me what had happened, Director Wen looked at my face nervously. Despite his confident demeanor when threatening my mother
, he was actually even more afraid to expose the affair. To continue toying with
my mother, he had to drag me into it. Seeing how engrossed I was, even watching my mother's
eyes light up when she heard his mahjong partners gang-raping her, he felt he had a plan. He first told me not to tell anyone,
lest my mother lose face. Then he tempted me, saying, "Do you want to see your mother naked,
doing 'that' with a man? It's very beautiful." I was tempted, but too embarrassed to say it directly,
so I remained silent. Director Wen naturally understood, grinning and saying, "I'll call you next time."
One weekend in July, my father went on a business trip for a week. I was on summer vacation and had nothing
to do, so I was going to go with him. A week earlier, Director Wen said to me strangely, "Your mother
will be 'on night shift' again this week, this time at your house." I was stunned, immediately understanding what he meant.
My mother had been frequently going on "night shifts" lately; it had become a regular occurrence. The neighbors were starting to spread
more and more rumors that my mother was a slut. I initially loathed Director Wen for manipulating my mother,
but after he told me about their mahjong game, I not only didn't want to stop them, but
I was also eager to see them play mahjong while simultaneously tormenting my mother. Director Wen kept his word; the opportunity had arrived.
It seemed they were going to take advantage of my father's absence and my being bribed to hold a mahjong game at our house. My father was supposed to
take me with him, but I made an excuse about a school summer camp involving celestial observation and
stayed home to enjoy my mother's steamy mahjong game. The day before Director Wen told me about the game, I
told my mother I was going to observe the celestial phenomena with classmates the following night and wouldn't be back to sleep.
My mother agreed. At this point, she didn't know about the game.
After dinner, my mother kept urging me to leave, asking when I was going. I guessed Director Wen had already told
her that someone was coming over to play mahjong that night and was afraid I'd find out and panic. After a long time, I finally
went downstairs to tell my mother, "I'm leaving." She responded absentmindedly, her expression clearly tense.
I thought to myself, "Silly mom, don't panic, I'm going to see your lewd antics at the mahjong table later," and
went out. I parked my bicycle at a classmate's house nearby and sneaked back to
my own house. I saw a bamboo chair in the hallway outside my door. This was the pre-arranged signal that my mom was taking
a shower. I pushed open the door, and as I passed Director Wen, he gave me a strange smile and told me to be careful
not to make a sound. I nodded. I heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. I tiptoed into my parents' room,
climbed up the small ladder to the attic, and carefully placed the ladder against the wall to make it look
like no one was up there. The attic was very low; I couldn't stand up at all. My dad had piled up a lot of wood there. I
looked down through the gaps between the wood, and even in the darkness, I could see clearly. In the middle of the room was a square table,
on one side was a wardrobe and my parents' bed, and on the other side was a sofa. A television was on top of the wardrobe.
Then I heard a sound from the stairs, followed by the sound of the front door opening. Someone entered my room next door.
Why hadn't Director Wen and his mahjong buddies shown up yet? Whether it was because they were anxious or because the attic wasn't well
-ventilated, I quickly became sweaty. Just then, the light came on, and Director Wen came in
. He first looked up into the attic. It was pitch black up there; he couldn't see anything. He smiled contentedly, gave me
a thumbs-up, and started spreading a felt mat on the square table before finding the mahjong set. At that moment, my mother came in, wearing only underwear, her upper body completely naked! I could see her large,
unrestrained breasts bouncing up and down. My mother sat down on the sofa, and Director Wen turned on the TV, then sat down next to her, placing his hands on her breasts and kneading them, making small talk with her while watching TV . My mother only answered, never asking questions, letting him fondle her breasts. After about ten minutes, there seemed to be a knock at the door. My mother immediately got up from the sofa and went to my room. Director Wen went out to open the door, and then three men came in, all in their thirties or forties, some fat and some thin. I recognized them all; they were Section Chief Jin, Section Chief Xu, and Old Zheng from my dad's workplace. The room suddenly felt a bit cramped. They and Director Wen first offered each other cigarettes, then started puffing away, filling the room with the smell of smoke. I suddenly realized where the smell of smoke on my mother was coming from. But why hadn't it started yet? Hadn't everyone arrived yet? After a while, someone knocked on the door downstairs again. This time, Director Wen brought up two middle-aged men. To my surprise, one was my PE teacher, Liu Fangcheng, and the other was Old Qi, a janitor from our school. The card game still hadn't started. Seeing so many familiar faces filling the room, and imagining my mother being stripped naked and gang-raped in front of them, I became increasingly excited. In the next half hour, two more people came, making a total of four groups of nine men, plus Director Wen, making ten men in total.

They had all taken off their shirts at some point, leaving them shirtless, wearing only pants or even underwear.
I didn't care whether I knew these men or not. Like them, I was waiting for my mother
to appear. At that moment, four men sat down around the square table, and Director Wen had already gone to my mother's room.
Ten pairs of eyes, including mine, were all staring at the door.
When my mother appeared at the door, I could almost hear all the men in the room swallowing,
and I could guess that some of them were probably "raising their guns in salute." My mother was wearing a
semi-transparent sleeveless round-neck blouse, without a bra, and her dark nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric
. She wore a pink miniskirt that didn't reach her knees. I had never seen my mother wear these clothes before.
My mother's pale arms and legs were completely exposed under the bright light. Perhaps because she saw
a room full of men, my mother was obviously flustered. She froze at the door and said to Director Wen, "Today...
so many people?" Director Wen didn't speak, but put his arm around my mother's waist and pushed her inside. My mother's snow-white, round breasts trembled beneath her blouse
. A heat rose in her uterus, her cervix involuntarily contracted, and
her vagina was instantly moistened with mucus. Her long, dark nipples were already erect. This scene had
occurred many times before; it was no stranger to my mother. The number of participants in the card game increased each time. My mother's
heart pounded; she knew she should feel ashamed, but her physical excitement grew stronger with each game.
My mother stood beside the card table watching. The first hand of cards had been dealt. The room fell into an eerie silence
, broken only by the occasional sounds of eating or ponging cards. I noticed that everyone except my mother
was staring at the card table. At first, I was puzzled, but then I understood: the outcome of the card game determined
who would first enjoy the voluptuous and sexy young woman before them. By this time, someone had already won a hand. Amidst the envious and
jealous gazes of the crowd, the victor, Old Zheng, stood up. Old Zheng was a fat man in his fifties. He took off
his suit shorts and underwear, revealing his ugly, limp penis: tonight, this penis would be the first to enjoy my mother's
services. The winner returned to the table, while the unlucky loser stepped up to give way. The others quickly and discreetly
chose a seat, and the sound of shuffling cards filled the air again.
My mother silently knelt beside Old Zheng, burying her head between his legs and taking his penis into her mouth to
give him oral sex. Old Zheng, watching the card table, comfortably spread his legs, deliberately
rubbing the outside of his thighs against my mother's breasts through her clothes. Less than a minute later, he said something to my mother. She stood up,
turned around, unbuttoned her blouse from top to bottom, and threw it onto the bed.
The entire game paused. All the men stared at my mother's bare back, waiting for her to turn around. My mother
hesitated, covered her breasts with her hands, and slowly turned around. Then, under the men's burning gazes,
she lowered her hands, her ripe, dark nipples proudly erect. Urged on by Lao Zheng,
my mother knelt down again to give him a blowjob, while he freed one hand from his mahjong tiles to fondle my mother's alluring nipples.
His eagerness to fully enjoy himself was understandable; less than five minutes later, another man I didn't recognize
won the game, and my mother was about to move on to serve him. This man was a bald man in his thirties,
clearly overflowing with energy. He pulled down his pants, his penis already erect. My mother asked if he
wanted a blowjob, but he said no, just sit on him.
My mother lifted her left leg, intending to straddle his lap, when the bald man grabbed her, reached
under her miniskirt, and lifted it up, revealing my mother's snow-white, plump, bare buttocks. It turned out my mother
wasn't wearing underwear. He wrapped his right arm around her waist, and with his left hand, he reached down to her genitals, his thumb and
forefinger kneading her clitoris, while his middle and ring fingers expertly inserted into her vagina. Caught off guard, my mother
cried out in surprise, and the bald man lewdly announced to everyone, "This bitch is already wet." Amidst the men
's laughter, the bald man lifted my mother's skirt above her waist, exposing her naked lower body. He grabbed
her hips, his dark red glans already aimed at her vagina, pressed her body down, and with a thrust
of his hips, my mother cried out as he was penetrated. While enjoying my mother's cunt, the bald man used
one hand to play cards. He sucked on one of my mother's nipples, and
pinched and played with the other when he wasn't playing cards. Whenever my mother stopped sitting on his lap, the bald man
urged her, "Move faster, you bitch!" My mother had no choice but to keep moving her hips up and down, letting the bald man's
hard penis thrust in and out of her vagina. Her two large mounds of flesh bounced up and down with the movement,
and as her breasts swelled, her areolas enlarged, revealing long, red nipples.
The bald man won again, and my mother had to remain between his legs. While the others were changing players to deal the cards, the bald man
grabbed my mother, lifted her legs behind him, and suspended her body in mid-air, the only point of support
being the point where his and my mother's genitals met. The bald man thrust his hips with pleasure, using
the momentum created by my mother's weight to effortlessly achieve the effect that would normally require forceful thrusting. Although it
wasn't the first time I'd seen my mother being raped, an expert like the bald man still opened my eyes.
My mother was quickly overwhelmed by the intense impact on her uterus, and could only cling to the bald man's
thick, bull-like neck to maintain her balance, her body completely at his mercy. Thankfully, the cards were finished, and it was
the bald man's turn to roll the dice, giving my mother a chance to catch her breath. However, the bald man soon told her to move her hips again.
The bald man won several hands in a row, and his penis, like the cards in his hand, remained erect. My mother seemed to have...

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