My mother married me, part one.

Part 1 of "My Mother Married Me".

There are many unfortunate people in the world. Sometimes we feel that those tragic things are far removed from us, as if we live in a safe environment undisturbed by the outside world. But in fact, the turning point of fate always comes silently and unbearably.

When I was 15, my father was diagnosed with ALS (Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis). At first, his knees would tremble, which we thought was just due to overwork and a lack of minerals. We never imagined it would be such a terminal illness.

My father came from a prominent family. His great-grandfather's group had already established a powerful presence in the industry. With my grandfather semi-retired, most of the operations were handled by my uncle and father. The fact that

my father, known for his shrewdness and competence, was diagnosed with this terminal illness was a huge blow to everyone.
Although he was eventually sent to Japan for treatment, he died of respiratory failure six months later at the age of 37. His death shrouded the whole family in grief.

My mother was the first to suffer.

My father and mother met when my father was a senior in college.

One day, the father was driving past a girls' school when he spotted a girl waiting for the bus with her classmates.

The girl's large, bright eyes were set in her center-parted hair, radiating charm. Her delicate nose and thin, pink lips were captivating, even without a smile. Her fair skin was even more beautiful in the sunset's glow. Her uniform couldn't conceal her mature, voluptuous figure, and her long, slender legs were partially hidden by the skirt, adding a touch of sensuality to her innocent charm.

The father was stunned, and not only him, but almost every male within a 10-meter radius was dumbfounded.

The girl seemed accustomed to such undisguised stares, continuing to chat and laugh with her classmates without flinching.

Back home, the father used every method he could to investigate the girl. Several days later, several photocopies were handed to him.

Two full-color photocopies prominently displayed the information of his dream girl, whom he had longed for day and night.

"Li Xiaotong... October 13th... 174 cm..."

The information also included the girl's parents' occupations, even her family background and address.

Afterwards, his father launched a fervent pursuit of Li Xiaotong. First, he pursued strangers, then people he recognized, then ordinary people he chatted with briefly, then friends, then close friends…

But reaching the level of boyfriend and girlfriend required considerable effort from his father. He was of average appearance and about 5-6 cm shorter than her. His only advantages were his unwavering sincerity and his substantial wealth.

However, many of the men pursuing Lin Xiaotong were wealthy and handsome young men.

In the end, however, his father overcame numerous challenges and won the heart of the beauty.

And this beauty was my mother, the second daughter-in-law of the Yi Quan Group.

After officially starting their relationship, the two were naturally inseparable and deeply in love. My mother's beautiful face and alluring body constantly tested my father's willpower, and so, one night, I was born.
My father was overjoyed to learn that my mother was pregnant and immediately decided to marry her. However, my grandmother was vehemently

opposed to her son marrying a woman whose family background was completely mismatched with his.

Moreover, a light brown birthmark on my mother's left eyebrow, considered unlucky for husbands, made my grandmother even more unwilling.
In the end, my father had to use me as a trump card. Although my grandmother was still unwilling, even saying that I was some unknown bastard and that my father shouldn't be deceived,

the matter eventually escalated until my grandfather intervened and allowed my mother to marry him.

Thus, my mother successfully married my father, and I was successfully born.

That year, my mother was 16 years old, and my father was 23.

At that time, schools did not offer maternity leave, so my mother had to take a leave of absence to prepare for my pregnancy and never returned to school.
Because of my grandmother's influence, my mother's life in her husband's family was difficult. She was constantly bullied by her grandmother, and the only people who stood by her were my father, grandfather, and eldest uncle.

My grandfather passed away when I was three, and my father passed away when I was thirteen. My grandmother insisted that my mother had brought death to her husband and son. Without her two main supporters, my mother was immediately kicked out by my grandmother. Although my eldest uncle was unwilling, he was basically the kind of person who obeyed my mother's every command, which explains why he had entrusted the family business to my father.

As the only grandson of the Chen family, I finally gained custody of the family after my mother's persistent struggle.

However, the condition was that I could still enjoy the same material life as I did at my grandmother's house; otherwise, the court would overturn the decision and award custody to my grandmother's side.

This was my mother's greatest effort, and my grandmother simply did not believe that my mother, a woman, could maintain the same living conditions as she did at her house.

After I went to live with my mother, I changed my surname to hers, and thus I became Lin Minghao

2. …

"Beep—"

"Bang!!!!!"

A sudden screech of brakes was the last sound I heard. When I woke up again, I was in the hospital.

I moved my neck from side to side; the scrapes on my face still stung. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone lying beside my bed.

I turned on the bedside lamp and was shocked to find my mother lying there, her face streaked with tears, asleep with her eyes closed.
I don't know how many days I'd been unconscious.

…

After being kicked out of the Chen family, my mother had a huge falling out with her family because she insisted on marrying my father. Without a high school diploma, she couldn't find work to support us. In the end, she only managed to find a suitable job thanks to the help of acquaintances from my father's business dealings.

This man was also the boss of a company, about 50 years old, with a fat, oily face covered in messy spots. He was short and obese, with a shiny bald head. His smile was lewd. My mother called him Uncle Feng, while I called him Uncle Feng. I secretly called him Old Turtle Head. My mother finally got an accounting job with his help, and it was also under his special care that my mother, though officially an accountant, actually received a supervisor's salary.

My mother was sincerely grateful to him because without him, I would have faced the fate of having my guardianship changed to my grandmother. To be honest, I didn't like him. Besides his penchant for making silly jokes, he always stared at my mother up and down with a wicked look in his eyes.

One time, I happened to be in school for only half a day, so I went to the company to find my mother during my lunch break. My mother was getting some documents for Lao Guitou, and she accidentally twisted her right high heel, scattering the documents all over the floor. Lao Guitou and I quickly helped my mother pick them up. Because my mother is tall, her tight skirt inevitably rode up to her upper thighs when she squatted down. Since she was picking up the documents, she couldn't cover herself with her hands, so her 108-centimeter-long beautiful legs were fully exposed, along with her crotch area, which was completely exposed to Lao Guitou, who was squatting opposite her. Her flesh-colored silk stockings bulged out at her crotch, revealing white lace panties underneath. Because the tight skirt covered her upper thighs, the dim light made them radiate a seductive glow, and her breasts were stretched even tighter by her forward-leaning body, making her already well-fitting suit look even more taut. Her two large breasts looked like they might burst out of her shirt at any moment.

I felt like I was about to have a nosebleed; I never imagined my mom, who always wore loose loungewear, had such a great figure.

The old man was looking her up and down, inside and out, thoroughly enjoying himself. He unconsciously swallowed, and my mom noticed, blushing slightly. She quickly pressed down on her skirt with her left hand and hurriedly picked up the documents with her right, handing them to him.
"Xiaotong, you tripped just now, did you twist your ankle?" the old man asked, feigning panic. "Would you like to come into my office? I'll rub it for you." He tried to pull my mom into his office, and as she was about to refuse, I couldn't stand his lecherous look any longer and said, "Mom, let me check your foot." I gestured for her to sit in his office chair. The old man only glanced at me before returning to his office.

I felt secretly pleased with myself. I squatted down and straightened my mother's legs, preparing to take off her high heels. I looked up and asked, "Mom, which foot?"

"Oh, Hao Hao, Mom's fine. Get up quickly, it looks bad squatting like that," Mom said with a smile. "No, what if you twist it? Let me massage it for you first." As I spoke, I gently held my mother's feet. The smooth touch of the stockings stirred my heart. I couldn't help but look up from her ankles. Her seemingly boneless calves formed a beautiful, shallow arc, radiating an alluring glow under the stockings. There was also a faint fragrance near the back of her knees. I couldn't help but sniff quietly. Further up were her thighs covered by a tight skirt. The hem of the skirt clung tightly to my mother's slender thighs, and the interplay of light and shadow between her legs created a dark space inside. How I wanted to...

As I thought about it… my lower body was already as hard as iron…

I quickly composed myself and said to my mother, “If you hadn’t told me, I would have rubbed both of your feet, wouldn’t you be worried about troubling your son?”

“What are you talking about! You’re so unwilling to be a dutiful son for once?” My mother tapped my head and laughed, “My right foot.”

Although my mother and I are mother and son, she is only 33 years old this year, and with her natural beauty, she looks only 5 or 6 years older than me. When we walk on the street, we are often mistaken for siblings rather than mother and son. So, my relationship with my mother is more like that of an older sister and younger brother than a mother and son.

I gently put down my mother’s left foot, sat down on the ground, lifted her right foot, untied the silver buckle on her black strappy high heel, and then took the entire high heel off her foot. A leather scent mixed with a faint perfume wafted into my nostrils, making my heart flutter.

"Mom, why do your feet smell so good?" I inhaled deeply, savoring the delicate fragrance, and asked cutely, "Because Mom is wearing perfume." Mom smiled and said, "Why do you need perfume for your feet?" I swallowed, feigning innocence, "Because some bosses require you to take off your shoes in their offices, so wearing perfume is polite." As she explained, she watched me sitting upright, holding her right foot and examining it intently, and couldn't help but chuckle: "I say, Dr. Lin, is it okay to treat patients by looking at them like this? If you can't cure it, don't ruin my foot!"
"Nonsense, of course I need to see the symptoms first before prescribing the right medicine! Hmm..." I pretended to ponder for a moment, taking a few more breaths of Mom's foot fragrance: "It must be a sprain, I'll treat it for you right away."

I held Mom's ankle with my right hand, and gently rotated my left palm on the sole of her foot. The texture of the stockings was smooth and delicate to the touch, it was so satisfying. Looking at the beautiful foot in my hands, five slender, white toes nestled together in flesh-colored stockings, the shape of both the toes and nails was breathtaking.

Several times I'd accidentally scratched the soles of my mother's feet, making her giggle. When she laughed, her foot would arch, and watching her toes sway with each arch, I suddenly felt an urge to grab her beautiful foot and lick it greedily, soaking the slightly darker section of the stocking with my saliva.

As I caressed her foot, listening to her playful teasing, what was originally a simple act of filial piety seemed to have taken on a different meaning in my eyes.

My mother's foot was like a small boat laden with seventeen years of accumulated desire, about to burst forth.
"Mom, does this hurt?" But of course, I couldn't let her know my strange expression. I hadn't lost my mind; I still knew what I was doing.

"Hmm...no."

"How about this?" I slightly bent Mom's foot to the left. Mom immediately pulled her foot back as if she'd been electrocuted, and groaned. Because she pulled back so hard, her toes slid past my chin and nose. Although it felt good later, I still dodged it at the moment.

But my bending of her foot made Mom frown, her eyes flashing with pain, and her lips pressed tightly together.
It seemed Mom had indeed sprained her ankle.

At that moment, looking at Mom's bitter expression, I had a feeling...

I really wanted to bully Mom...

"Haohao, I'm sorry, I accidentally kicked you." Ignoring the pain in her foot, Mom immediately knelt down worriedly: "Does it hurt?"

Mom's worried face made me feel a little guilty.

Mom really believed in her son, that he was still a pure and innocent little angel. I never imagined I had raised such a big inner demon.

3.

After lunch break, Mom went back to work, while I returned home with my almost bursting lust.
Back home, I lingered like a thief outside Mom's room.

It was midday, the sun still high in the sky, making me, someone with a guilty conscience, a little hesitant.
But, emboldened by lust, I quietly slipped into my mother's room and opened her wardrobe, searching for what I needed.

The wardrobe was overflowing with my mother's shirts, vests, and pencil skirts, along with her usual casual wear and several
suit jackets. The scent of her teddy bear gave me a thrill. I started rummaging through the drawers, pulling one open. Inside, neatly folded, were my mother's bras and panties, a dazzling array of colors, seemingly radiating a lewd glow. My hands trembled as I picked up a dark purple bra, its lace pattern adorning the front. I unfolded it to examine it—wow! What a huge cup size…

I checked the size: 36E. Based on my experience watching porn, an E was already quite a considerable size.
When my mother gave birth to me, my grandmother insisted on finding a healthy wet nurse to breastfeed me.

The thought of having missed out on those large breasts filled me with regret.

Lost in thought, I found myself kneading the cotton bra cups, rubbing them incessantly. I then picked up a light green silk lace panty and sniffed it, my lower body instantly throbbing with desire.

After a few moments of caressing, I went to my mother's shoe cabinet to find the treasure I'd been longing for.

I opened the cabinet; it was filled with my mother's numerous shoes—high heels, high-heeled sandals, several pairs of canvas shoes and casual shoes. I took a deep breath; the smell of leather made me shudder.
Pulling open the top two drawers, the first was filled with stockings, the second with rows and rows of unopened stockings.

My mother's stockings were mostly black and flesh-colored; some were so light they were almost see-through, others were shimmering semi-transparent, some were completely opaque velvet tights for warmth, and still others were opaque but smooth black tights.

Each pair of pantyhose was neatly folded into long strips, their shimmering sheen dazzling me. I trembled slightly, picking up a semi-transparent flesh-colored pantyhose. The touch was cool and smooth, with a light, airy feel. Remembering that these were the pantyhose that covered my mother's beautiful legs every day, I couldn't help but bury my face in the crumpled pantyhose, sniffing the crotch area as if the scent of my mother's genitals still lingered there. But even if it did, it was probably masked by the fragrance of my mother's perfume and the scent of my teddy bear.

I rubbed my face against my mother's stockings and sucked on the stockinged toes. My penis, already painfully engorged, was throbbing painfully in my pants. I pulled it out and rubbed it against my mother's stockings. A tingling sensation immediately rose from my waist to my spine. I imagined massaging my mother's feet, the soft, warm touch of her stockinged feet, and my mind conjured up images of her beautiful face, her large breasts hidden under her shirt, her legs squeezed up to her waist in her tight skirt, the alluring glimpse of her crotch, the mysterious area radiating an irresistible aura, the smooth inner thighs…

Before long, I ejaculated all my longing for my mother's beautiful body and my first-ever frenzied fascination with stockings onto her flesh-colored stockings.

Perhaps it was the pent-up wicked thoughts about my mother that caused this ejaculation to be quite a large gush. Although it was covered by the stockings, there was still a small puddle of leaked fluid on the floor.

I sat on the floor, feeling incredibly satisfied, my mind blank. After resting for a moment, I quickly cleaned up the mess, wiped the floor dry, and put my underwear back in its place.

Seeing my mother's stockings smeared with my semen, I felt a strange mix of guilt and a thrilling sense of criminal satisfaction.

After a moment's thought, I wrapped it in toilet paper and threw it in the bathroom trash can.

From childhood, although I didn't treat my mother with the same respect others showed their mothers, she always treated me like a friend, never imposing authority or pressure, only consistently showing care and pampering.
After being kicked out of the Chen family home, my mother, barely able to take care of herself, still fought tooth and nail for custody of me with my grandmother. The lawsuit nearly depleted her savings; otherwise, with my father's inheritance, she could have lived a life of luxury. But for me, she was willing to sacrifice everything.

Since my father's death, men have frequently appeared in my mother's life offering to "take care of her for the rest of her life," but I've never felt any affection for them, and my mother has always refused, citing her lingering feelings for my father and her responsibilities to her son.

Needless to say, I love my mother. Everything she's done for me, her maternal love and care, makes me cherish this mother-son bond from the bottom of my heart.

But ever since I first saw and touched my mother's beautiful body at noon today, my feelings for her seem to have gone beyond the simple bond between mother and son.

In my eyes, my mother has become a woman who drives me crazy, who makes me obsessed…

4.

Around 7 p.m., just as I was wondering why my mother hadn't come home yet and was feeling restless, I heard the sound of a key turning at the door. I immediately jumped up from the sofa and ran to the front door. My mother pushed the door open, and when I saw her, my heart was filled with a mix of indescribable emotions. I stood in the entryway, not knowing what to say.

"Haohao, what's wrong? Why are you standing at the door in a daze?" Mom smiled and said to me as she bent her right leg and took off her shoes in the entryway.

My mother's elegant posture and her long, slender legs in stockings made me feel hot.

Just as I was staring at my mother's beautiful legs in a daze, Old Turtle's figure walked in from outside.

Damn! What's this guy doing here!?

"Oh, Haohao, hello there." Old Turtle's fake smile made me frown and remain silent.

"How rude! Greet them!" Mom quickly said, squatting down to put her high heels in the shoe cabinet.
"It's alright...it's alright," the old man chuckled awkwardly, his eyes glued to Mom's upturned buttocks.
Did he think I was dead?

"Luckily, Uncle Feng drove your mom back, otherwise, walking this far would have been so hard on her feet,"
Mom said, limping towards the living room. "I can't cook today, so Uncle Feng brought you your favorite shumai. Wash your hands and eat."

Damn, he really knows how to fawn. Mom

plated the shumai and brought them out. "You guys eat first, I'm going to put on some medicine."

You guys? Shouldn't this old man get lost? But the moment I heard about applying medicine, I perked up and immediately volunteered, "Mom, let me help you!"

Mom tapped my head and laughed, "You little rascal, why are you being so helpful? Eat up, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

"No... Mom... I..."

"Uncle Feng, please help yourself." Mom ignored me and went into her room to apply the medicine.

Only Old Turtle and I were left at the table. I chewed listlessly, completely ignoring Old Turtle.

Old Turtle looked around our house, his ugly mouth grinning, chatting with me as if it were his own home. His smug look made me want to punch him in the face.

After a while, Mom came back limping. Before she even sat down, she grabbed a shumai and stuffed it into her mouth, laughing, "Mmm~ So delicious. Hao Hao, did you chat with Uncle Feng?"

I loved how casual Mom was, like a big kid.

Mom took off her suit jacket, and the chest area of her white shirt was stretched taut. If you looked closely, you could even see the outline of her bra.

The stockings on her legs were already off—of course, that's obvious, how else could I apply the medicine?

Although slightly disappointed, the thought of the used stockings, still carrying Mom's scent all day, lying somewhere in the house made my penis, which had just finished masturbating at noon, rise again.

I glanced at the old man's penis and noticed that his gaze was becoming increasingly inappropriate, fixed on Mom's chest, deliberately knocking away his chopsticks, or scratching himself—he was clearly trying to peek under Mom's skirt.
Mom seemed to notice this too; her hand, which had been on the table, moved between her legs.

Finally, this agonizing dinner was over. Mom went to wash the dishes, and the old man went to the bathroom. Looking at Mom's beautiful back, and thinking about the old man's shameless behavior, I was filled with rage. This beast had such ill intentions towards my mother; I had to find a way to get her to find another job.

Thinking about it, I remembered my mother's used stockings. I figured she must have kept them in her room. While that old man was in the bathroom, I quickly went to hide them.

To get to my mother's room, I had to go through the bathroom, but strangely, no one was there. Where had that old man gone?

Reaching my mother's room, I found the door ajar. I peeked inside and almost died of fright. There he was, rubbing my mother's stockings against his face with his right hand, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled their wonderful scent. He was even licking the crotch of the stockings, a look of enjoyment on his face. Peeking further through the crack, I saw he had pulled his pants down to the floor, revealing his disgusting black penis. His left hand was rubbing his filthy thing against my mother's white lace bra…

I was furious. My first instinct was to rush in and beat him up, but then I thought that would be too easy on him. So I took out my phone and switched it to recording mode… Hehe, with this evidence in hand, I'm not afraid he won't obey me. I'll just extort some money from him and then tell my mom to find another job.

The more I thought about it, the more smug I became, and even my breathing became calmer, afraid that the old turtle head would notice something.

But it's really hard to believe that this old geezer, with his short, stocky build, barely over 160cm tall, has such a ridiculously long, black penis, covered in a jumble of blue veins and moles, and with such a strange shape, bulging here and there...

Damn! Isn't that the legendary beading? Where did this guy get it from...? I've only ever seen male actors have beading in porn, and this old bastard has it too, and quite a lot of it. Looking at his bizarrely shaped penis, I felt a sudden wave of fear.

Three minutes later, I saw the old man switch the positions of his stockings and bra, using the stockings to rub his penis against his head, his head rising higher and higher. Finally, he ejaculated his disgusting semen onto my mother's stockings, then knelt on the floor, his tongue still licking the lace part of my mother's bra.

At that moment, I pressed the stop button and tiptoed to the living room.

My mother was watching TV on the sofa with her legs bent. When she saw me, she asked, "Aren't you going to take a shower? Has Uncle Feng come out of the bathroom yet?"

I gave a casual reply, my eyes fixed on my mother, who was half-lying on the sofa. Perhaps because the guests were still there and it wasn't convenient for her to shower, my mother was still wearing a white shirt and a black pencil skirt. Her beautiful legs were bent on the sofa. The pencil skirt couldn't cover my mother's full buttocks and was squeezed up to her thighs. You could see her white lace panties between her legs without looking closely, and half of her white buttocks were exposed, looking particularly soft as they pressed against the sofa.

Her two legs, free of stockings, possessed a unique beauty, appearing especially smooth under the light. I sat down on the sofa to the right, pretending to watch TV, but my eyes were constantly darting between her thighs, calves, buttocks, and between her legs, occasionally reaching into my pants to masturbate. My glans was already leaking pre-ejaculate…

“Excuse me~ Excuse me, my stomach hasn’t been feeling too well lately,” Old Man’s voice suddenly rang out, startling both me, who was burning with desire, and my mother, who was dozing off.

My mother quickly sat up, only to find Old Man’s lecherous eyes fixed on her skirt. She looked down and realized that her tight skirt, which had been pushed up, hadn’t been pulled back up. Her face flushed, and she hurriedly pulled the skirt back to its original position.
I watched coldly, secretly chuckling to myself as I prepared to deal with Old Man.

"It's getting late, I should head back," Old Turtle Head said to Mom with a smile, his smile like that of a kind boss speaking to a subordinate. Mom could never have imagined that this beast had just been masturbating while holding her stockings and bra.

"I'll see you off," Mom said. "Oh~ no need, no need, your foot is injured, get some rest," he said with a fake smile, then turned to me and said, "Goodbye, Hao Hao, Uncle Feng will bring you some shumai another day~"

"Okay, Uncle Feng, I'll see you off."

"No need, no need, my car is parked downstairs."

"It's alright, let me see you off, it's very close," I said. "This little devil is really easily swayed by a few shumai," Mom said with a smile. "Good boy, good boy..." Old Turtle Head looked at me with a smile, as if he was about to pat my head in approval, but unfortunately I'm 176 centimeters tall, a whole head taller than him.
He patted my arm one last time, and I told Mom to go rest first. I grabbed the keys and took the elevator downstairs with Old Turtle.
Stepping out of the elevator, Old Turtle and I walked out side by side.

"Haohao, this is enough," he turned back, smiling what he thought was a kind smile. I wanted to punch him in the face.

"It's okay, I'll walk you to the car," my voice was icy.

Old Turtle looked at me, puzzled, and walked towards his Mercedes parked by the roadside.

I walked behind him, about to take out my phone…

"Beep—"

"Bang!!!!!" A sharp screech of brakes was 　　　　the

last sound I heard. 　　　　When I woke up again, I was in the hospital. 　　I moved my neck from side to side; some scrapes on my face still stung. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone lying beside my bed. 　　I turned on the bedside lamp and was shocked to find Mom lying beside the bed, her face streaked with tears, asleep with her eyes closed. 　　I don't know how many days I'd been unconscious. 　　Looking at my mother's tear-streaked face, a wave of remorse washed over me... 　　I'd been hit by a car, just as I was about to expose that old bastard's shameful deeds to him... 　　My first thought was: Where's my phone? Could it be broken? It's the only evidence I have to expose him!! 　　Suddenly, a strange sensation came from my groin. I pulled down my pants and saw—damn, a tube was inserted into my penis. I endured the pain and pulled it out. A sudden urge to urinate came, so I pulled back the corner of the blanket to get up and go to the toilet. But I couldn't move my legs. I figured they were numb from lying down for so long. 　　So I used my right hand to put my legs on the ground, leaned forward, and just as my feet touched the ground and I was about to put weight on them, I fell to the ground. 　　I knocked over the IV stand, and the noise woke my mother. 　　Mom opened her eyes and searched for me on the bed. She spotted me on the floor and quickly helped me back to bed. "Haohao, are you alright?! How did you fall? I'm so sorry… I accidentally fell asleep!" As she spoke, Mom started crying again. "Are you in pain? I'm so sorry… I'm so sorry…" 　　Mom kept apologizing to me, clinging to me. I hugged her and couldn't help but sob uncontrollably. "You're finally awake!!! You're finally awake… What would I do if you left me all alone…?" 　　"Mom… I'm sorry…" 　　The nurse making her rounds, probably drawn by the crying, saw that I was awake and immediately ran to notify the doctor. 　　The doctor came and examined me again, flipped through some documents, and then asked Mom to come out with him. 　　Not long after, Mom came back, her face still streaked with tears, but she forced a smile and said, "Haohao, the doctor said you're recovering quickly. You can be discharged after a few more weeks of rest." 　　"How long have I been unconscious..." I said hoarsely, "More than two months. At first, my brain was in a state of semi-retreat, and the doctors said you were beyond saving. Luckily, your Uncle Feng brought a famous doctor from Japan, and he finally saved you." 　　"Why...why was he so kind..." I said weakly. 　　"Haohao, do you need to pee? Mom will get you the urinal." Mom deliberately avoided my question and bent down to find the urinal. 　　The scene of Old Man Guitou masturbating with Mom's stockings flashed through my mind, and an ominous premonition rose in my heart. 　　"Oh dear, Haohao, you're awake! Everyone was so worried. As expected, Japanese doctors have a knack for bringing the dead back to life." 　　Old Man Guitou suddenly walked in, looking at me with a fake concern. 　　"Xiaotong~ I miss you so much! You've been staying in the hospital for the past two months and haven't been to work. I miss you every day~" Old Turtle Head said, then lowered his head and kissed Mom's cheek. 　　This action enraged me: "Damn it, what are you doing?" I slammed my hand on the bed and glared at Old Turtle Head. 　　Mom lowered her head and pushed him away somewhat reluctantly, whispering, "...Child." 　　Old Turtle Head looked a little embarrassed, spreading his hands with an innocent expression. 　　I glared angrily at Mom. 　　I saw Mom's head bowed, her eyes slowly reddening.

"Damn it! What did you do?! What did you do to my mother?!" I roared, though my body was still quite weak, only a surge of anger kept me from fainting.

"Haohao, don't get agitated, Mom... Mom wanted to wait until you were more stable before telling you..." Mom said frantically. "What did you say?! What did you want to tell me?!?" I roared angrily. "Haohao,"
Old Turtle Head walked over, patted my shoulder, and said with a smile, "Your mother and I got engaged two months ago, so you'll be my new father from now on."

My head went "boom," and then I heard someone say intermittently, "...Didn't we tell you that the patient's mind is still very weak and can't be stimulated..."

"Haohao... Mom is sorry... Mom is sorry..."

"Don't be nervous~ Don't be nervous~ Call Dr. Tamura, he can bring the dead back to life... let alone someone who's already alive..."

When I woke up again, it was evening, just before sunset.

Mom sat silently in a chair by the window, gazing at the sun. The orange light shone on her profile, making her appear like a soulless statue. She

sat there blankly, only occasionally blinking, a testament to her still being in the same world as me.

A tragic world.

"Mom…" I called softly. Mom's shoulders trembled as if pricked by a needle, and she immediately asked anxiously, "Haohao, you're awake! Does anything hurt? Do you want some water? Do you want something to eat…?" "
Is…really…?"

"..." Mom remained silent, but tears streamed down her long eyelashes. "I'm going to kill him..." I said breathlessly. "Haohao, don't get agitated. It's my own choice, it's my own choice..." Mom cried, "You're lying!!! He must have threatened you with treating my illness, it must be!!!" I roared, "You can't get engaged to him!!! I'll get hit by a car, it's all his fault!!! That old scumbag has been eyeing you for a long time..." I couldn't bring myself to say it, but to change Mom's mind, I had to continue: "...He masturbated in our house that day wearing your stockings and bra!!! I recorded it all on my phone..." I became more and more agitated, and tears streamed down my face. "You can't marry this scumbag!!!"

The thought of what Mom would suffer after marrying that old scumbag made me feel like my head was about to explode.
Mom just shook her head, her eyes red, without saying a word.

"Mom, don't worry about me, don't sacrifice yourself for me anymore. I'll call Grandma and Uncle and ask them to return the money to Old Turtle... I... I'll go back to Grandma's." I burst into tears. "No!!!!"

Mom suddenly looked up, her voice so loud it startled me: "You're mine, no one can take you away!!!"
"Haohao... you're all I have left in this world... Can you bear to leave me alone... If you leave me alone... what will I do?"

I hugged Mom tightly and cried for a long, long time.

6.

In the following days, Mom and I didn't mention Old Turtle anymore. Although my health improved day by day, I still couldn't put weight on my legs. According to the doctor, it was because my brain had partially died, affecting the nerves in my lower limbs. I could only recover slowly through rehabilitation.

And that damned perpetrator had fled immediately; Old Turtle hadn't even thought to write down the license plate...
So the wheelchair became my mode of transportation. Besides regular visits to the rehabilitation room for massages and supplementary classes, I spent my days gliding around the hospital.

Old Man Gecko never appeared again.

A few weeks later, the doctor decided I could be discharged, but I still needed to come back to the hospital for rehabilitation every day.
When I returned home with my mother, I found the guest room had been converted into a rehabilitation room. My mother didn't say anything, just gave me a bitter smile.

I felt a pang of sadness, knowing that Old Man Gecko would spend any amount of money to get my mother.

For the first few days after returning home, I was constantly on edge, afraid that Old Man Gecko would come and do something inappropriate to my mother. Fortunately, he always brought fruit or snacks and only stayed a short while before leaving. Gradually, my vigilance relaxed.

Because my injuries had only recently stabilized, my mother came to sleep with me every day.

My mother and I were lying on the double bed. At first, I didn't think much of it, until one night I woke up in the middle of the night because of the pain from my wound. Everything went black, and my face felt like it was pressed against something soft. I lifted my head slightly and realized my face was buried in my mother's cleavage. When I first started sleeping with my mother, I often couldn't sleep because of the pain from my wound, and she would cry and hold my head in her arms , gently soothing me to sleep.

When I woke up, she was usually already making breakfast, so waking up directly in her cleavage was a first for me. My nose was pressed against her cleavage, and I took a few deep breaths. The faint scent of shower gel and my mother's body fragrance instantly refreshed me.

I lifted my head a little more and found my mother still fast asleep, so I lowered my head back. Her soft breasts rubbed against my cheeks, and I felt a familiar sensation resurfacing in my groin. My manhood hadn't died along with my legs…

I continued to press my face against her cleavage and gently licked her skin with my tongue, but she didn't react.

So, I mustered my courage and removed my mother's hand from my head. I stood up and looked at my sleeping mother. Her hands were by her ears, and a deep purple lace nightgown clung to her beautiful body. Her long, slender, white leg was slightly bent and rested on her right. Her full breasts rose and fell with her breath, and her nipples formed two distinct protrusions on her chest.

I had never observed my mother's body so closely before. Trembling, I reached out and poked the edge of her breast with my finger. Even through the fabric, my finger sank right in. Wow! So soft!!! I had never touched anything so soft in my life. And as soon as I removed my finger, it returned to its original beautiful shape... This wonderful feeling was so exhilarating that I poked it several times with a little force. Her breasts began to sway slightly, and my breathing quickened. I slowly pulled down the shoulder straps of my mother's nightgown, all the way to her arms, and before my eyes appeared a beauty I had never seen before.

My mother's round breasts resembled swollen dough, adorned with a small, light brown nipple in the center. The areola was about the size of a five-yuan coin, and the veins on the snow-white flesh were faintly visible, rising and falling slightly.

I stared at my mother's protruding nipple, wanting to suckle it forcefully. I licked my lips, stretched out my hands to measure the plump, soft flesh, and realized that even with my arms outstretched, I couldn't quite grasp it. No wonder it was an E-cup. I swallowed hard, spread my fingers, and was about to touch it when my mother's crying face suddenly appeared in my mind.

"Haohao... you're all I have left in this world... Can you bear to leave me... If you leave me alone... what will I do?"

Sigh, that's my mother... Doing this would be abandoning her. I

couldn't do this no matter what; my mother had already suffered enough.

So I dressed my mother, gently pecked her pretty sleeping face, and then turned my back to sleep.

But the pent-up urges of the past few months weren't so easily suppressed. The thought of my mother's beautiful body beside me, her fragrance and warmth wafting over, and the image of her beautiful breasts stubbornly refusing to leave my mind…

I could only pound my wound hard, the pain bringing tears to my eyes. I bit my hand to stifle the cry, thinking of my mother's beautiful, unguarded body, which would one day be given away to that old bastard… I imagined his fat, disgusting body pressing down on my mother… I bit my hand hard, tears streaming down my face.

7.

As my wounds gradually healed, my worries grew heavier each day.

When Tamura came to check on my wounds every two weeks to confirm new tissue growth, the old bastard demanded that my mother return to work.

I often told my mother that we could find a way to pay him back, and that we should break off the engagement…

But my mother always shook her head, telling me not to worry about adult matters, and just to focus on healing.

I don't know what conditions Mom and Old Man Gu had agreed to, but it seems that as long as my wound hasn't healed, Mom is safe for now.

But whenever I think of the look of ecstasy on Old Man Gu's face when he picked up Mom's stockings... I know something
is slowly brewing. My mood is getting lower and lower. I try not to think about it because I'm powerless. I try to escape these terrifying thoughts while working hard on my rehabilitation. As soon as my leg is healed, I will take Mom away from this place.

During the time my leg is immobile, Mom is the one who helps me bathe. Usually, Mom gets off work around 5 pm and rushes home to prepare dinner for me.

After dinner, after cleaning up the dishes and leftovers, Mom tries to coax me into taking a bath. Because my wound is still very painful, I always refuse to bathe, and Mom always has to plead with me for a long time before I agree to bathe.

Actually, being bathed by Mom is enjoyable. Because I'm busy with this and that as soon as I get off work, I don't have time to change my clothes, so Mom always wears her black work suit when she bathes me.

Usually, I would sit on a small stool, facing my mother so she could wash my hair. She would always squat, causing her tight skirt to ride up to her thighs, revealing the seam of her flesh-colored stockings between her buttocks and legs. Her long, beautiful legs would be in a rather indecent position as she squatted on the ground, and her entire vulva, covered by the stockings and underwear, would be exposed to me. Her vulva, bulging out in a small mound, gleamed alluringly. The thrill of voyeurism drove me almost mad; my penis was painfully hard. I so wanted to push my mother to the ground and tear open the stockings...

Several times I became breathless, and my glans even oozed pre-ejaculate, but my mother seemed oblivious, continuing to chat with me. I couldn't help but wonder if she genuinely didn't notice or was just pretending.

Sometimes, my mother's white shirt would accidentally get wet, revealing glimpses of her beautiful figure hidden beneath the white shirt and various underwear, a sight even more alluring than a direct view.

It's wonderful to enjoy such beautiful scenery every day, but the only regret is that Mom refuses to wash my genitals. "How can you let Mom touch you there? Wash it yourself, consider it rehabilitation," Mom said with a laugh. I wasn't just shy; I practically dreamed of holding Mom's soft hands.

Although such a beautiful, unguarded body was right in front of me, I never dared to cross that line and touch it.

So, when I was washing myself, I couldn't help but fantasize about Mom and masturbate.
Then, my scabs slowly fell off, and my body was almost completely free of external injuries.

That day, Tamura came to check on me again at 5:30 pm. Mom was preparing dinner and kept coming over to check on me.

"The external and internal injuries are all healed," Tamura said, writing something on a piece of paper.

Mom held my hand and listened to him continue. "But the leg part won't heal in a short time. Remember to do rehabilitation regularly, but never do anything strenuous." He continued writing with his head down.

"Then how long is 'short time'?" Mom asked.

"It's hard to say. It could be two or three months, or even two or three years..." He looked up at my mother and me. "It could even be twenty or thirty years. You can't really predict things like neurological disorders."

Hearing "twenty or thirty years," my mother burst into tears. Although I was also deeply shocked, I forced a smile to comfort her and said, "No way! Look how quickly I'm recovering! I've been working so hard on my rehabilitation; I'll definitely be able to leave next month!"

I said this, but my heart was growing increasingly gloomy.

My mother noticed my expression and, through her tears, playfully flicked my nose with her finger. "You're so lacking in confidence, yet you expect to get better!"

I laughed too. Yes, it was only "possibly" twenty or thirty years. Just possibly.
8.

Around 9 PM, a commotion came from the doorway. Mom was about to push me into the bathroom when Old Turtle Head suddenly stumbled in, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Xiaotong!!! Xiaotong!!"
Mom and I exchanged a glance. I slowly shook my head, but Mom still pushed me to the entryway.

He was lying near the entryway, his bald head, which was already balding, was quite red from drinking, and from a distance it really did look like a turtle's head.

"Uncle Feng, are you... are you alright?"

Mom couldn't help but go over to ask.

Old Turtle, looking completely drunk, grabbed Mom and pinned her to the ground the moment he saw her. His reeking alcohol smeared kisses all over her face and lips. I immediately yelled, "Damn it, Old Turtle, what are you doing? Let go!"

Mom struggled, saying, "Don't...don't...we agreed...to wait for Hao Hao..."

"Tamura already called me today, the kid's injuries are gone, you still want to lie to me?" Old Turtle panted, grabbing at Mom's white shirt. "You made me hold back for so long, today I'm going to fuck you to death!!"

"No...not here...child...child..." Mom pleaded incoherently, resisting Old Turtle's hand reaching under her skirt while protecting her chest.

Old Turtle glanced at me, then dragged Mom into the room and slammed the door shut.
I was frantic. My only thought was to stop my mother from being violated. I quickly spun my wheelchair around, but tripped and fell over a step. Ignoring the pain, I struggled to scramble towards the room. The doorknob was too high; I couldn't reach it. I heard my mother's pleading voice from inside: "Don't do this... I beg you... don't do this... give me a little more time... Ah!!!!" Then I heard the sound of clothes being torn.

I twisted my body, leaning against the wall to raise my upper body, and finally managed to turn the doorknob. As soon as the door opened, I collapsed into the room.

I saw my mother being pinned down by the old man's obese body. Her white shirt was torn to shreds on the floor. The old man was grabbing and kissing my mother's body haphazardly. My mother was struggling desperately, her legs, clad in a tight skirt, kicking wildly on the bed. The old man ripped open my mother's dark purple bra. His eyes were red, he swallowed hard, and said in a hoarse voice, "Heh... what beautiful breasts... these breasts have been making me restless all day... they're really big..."

The mother's body trembled, her hands instinctively trying to cover her chest, but the old man shoved them aside. He reached out his filthy hands and grabbed one breast in each hand: "Hahaha, so big and soft, it feels so good to grab them..." He roughly rubbed them, then lowered his head to suckle at the mother's beautiful nipples, his disgusting tongue tracing circles on her areolas. The mother pushed his head away and resisted, pleading repeatedly: "No... ah... no... I beg you... let me go..."

Soon, the two nipples were sucked until they stood erect, turning a pale red, and covered with the old man's foul-smelling saliva. The old man excitedly rubbed and squeezed Mom's large, white, soft, and elastic breasts, squeezing and releasing them repeatedly: "Hahaha, so soft and elastic, they won't deform no matter how you play with them, so satisfying!" His tongue alternated between the two nipples, licking and sucking, also sucking on Mom's snow-white flesh. Mom turned her head away, tightly closing her eyes, her brows furrowed. "Hey! Don't look so pained, your son will feel sorry for you...hahahaha,"

the old man said, pressing down on Mom, rubbing her breasts as he spoke. Mom opened her eyes and saw me, pushing the old man away and trying to get off the bed to help me, but the old man grabbed her, making her kneel on the bed facing me, and pulled off... The tie bound my mother's hands behind her back to her waist. Old Man Grylls' hands slipped under her armpits, forcefully kneading her breasts in front of me, occasionally pinching her nipples. My mother's once fair breasts were now covered in red finger marks from Old Man Grylls' ravaging. The beautiful shape was squeezed out of his fingers by the pressure of his ten fingers. My mother's head was held high, biting her lower lip as she endured his torment. Her eyes were tightly closed, her beautiful face contorted in pain. Sweat clung to her long, black hair on her flushed cheeks. She could only murmur, "Don't look... Hao Hao... Don't look..."

I desperately wanted to rush forward and stop him, but this obscene scene seemed to have frozen me in place. I could only clench my fists, trembling all over, watching helplessly as Old Man Grylls defiled my mother's beautiful body.
Old Man Gu Tou shoved his mother onto the bed. He lay on his side, his arms wrapped around her long, shapely legs clad in flesh-colored stockings. He pressed his face against them, rubbing it and inhaling the scent of her thighs. His mother was at least 10 centimeters taller than him, and he seemed like a disgusting parasite clinging to her legs. "This body temperature, this touch… I've always dreamed of having this…" His mother bent her legs, trying to dodge to the edge of the bed, but Old Man Gu Tou held her tightly and dragged her back to the center. He stroked her calves in flesh-colored stockings, inhaling the scent, sucking on her calves, and making repulsive noises. He kissed his way from her calves to her toes, leaving a long trail of saliva. Yinzi, inhaling the scent of her toes, rubbed her nose against the sole of her foot: "Ah...so fragrant..." The old man stuck out his tongue and wet her right toes, then put them in his mouth, making "tsk tsk tsk" sounds. The stockings on her toes became even darker in color because of the old man's dirty saliva. Her mother turned her head to the side, frowning, and arched her instep. Seeing that her beautiful calves and white toes were covered with the old man's disgusting saliva, I remembered the times I massaged my mother's feet. That was the ultimate enjoyment for me. Now, these beautiful legs were being wantonly played with by a disgusting middle-aged man. Tears welled up in my eyes.

The old man abruptly bent his mother's body at a 45-degree angle, her black pencil skirt rolled up to her waist, her two long, beautiful legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, hanging precariously in mid-air, gleaming softly under the light. Her thighs pressed against her breasts, her round buttocks exposed without any defense. The old man knelt, stroking her thighs, saying, "What a wonderful view, hehe..." He lowered his head and kissed her thighs and inner thighs, his hands roughly kneading and squeezing her soft flesh until it sank in. His rough hands rubbed against the stockings, making a hissing sound. "Ah...ah..." His mother closed her eyes tightly, letting out painful breaths as she endured the disgusting man's constant defilement of her body.

For the first time, I saw my mother's flawless, long, beautiful legs and round, full buttocks in their entirety, the flesh encased in flesh-colored stockings without any imperfection. I was also mesmerized, completely forgetting that my mother was being subjected to a humiliating violation.

The old man's penis rubbed against his mother's thighs, then buried his head between her legs. His mother cried out, "Ah!!!!!" She twisted her body desperately. The old man's penis sucked hard on the scent of her genitals, sucking on the crotch of her stockings, his tongue licking the thin stockings. He pulled down his mother's skirt, tore a hole in the crotch of her stockings, and pushed her purple lace panties aside, admiring her vulva. Under the dark pubic hair were two pink labia tightly closed.

"No...don't...don't look..." Mom pleaded, raising her head, but the old man remained unmoved. He parted her labia with his hands, licking her vaginal opening and sucking her clitoris with his tongue, making a "slurping" sound. Mom's whole body tensed. "Ah...there...no...ah...please...stop..." The old man licked more and more vigorously, and Mom's body twisted in pain. The old man couldn't take it anymore. He picked up a pillow and placed it under Mom's buttocks, then pulled down his pants, revealing his black, bumpy, and strange penis. He pressed his penis slightly down towards Mom's vaginal opening: "Heh..." He lifted Mom's legs and suddenly thrust into her vagina, which had been undisturbed for many years. Mom was startled. She cried out in pain, "Ah!!!!" Tears streamed down her face as she kicked and thrashed about. "Ah...so tight," the old man said, his eyes closed, a look of ecstasy on his face. He leaned forward, his hands kneading her breasts. She begged for mercy, her head thrashing wildly, "No...it hurts...it hurts...please...no..." She recoiled, and the old man, panting, pressed down on her, saying, "From the first moment I saw you, I've wanted to fuck you every single moment since I got home. I've been masturbating with you constantly in my mind...thinking about your big tits, your beautiful legs..." His penis thrust rapidly, slamming against her buttocks with loud "slap slap slap slap slap."
She was being raped. The old man's filthy penis was torturing her, and she struggled in agony.

I witnessed this scene but was powerless to do anything, forced to watch helplessly as a beast indulged his lust on her beautiful body. I was in so much pain I couldn't speak, my teeth biting my lower lip until it bled and dripped onto the floor.
"So good~ It's so good~ Even better than I imagined... Before, I could only masturbate by imagining, but now you're lying here letting me fuck you, just thinking about it makes me so excited!!!" The old man was fucking my mother hard, his hands roughly squeezing her soft breasts. My mother's legs, clad in flesh-colored stockings, swayed on the old man's shoulders, her toes tightly curled. "Ugh... No... No... Please... Waaah..." My mother cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. The old man stuck out his disgusting tongue and licked her tears, licking her beautiful face all over. My mother's face was covered in his disgusting saliva and tears.
The old man was fucking my mother hard while smelling the scent of her calves and sucking on the soft flesh of her calves. After a while, the old man turned my mother over, making her kneel on the bed, facing me.

"No... What are you doing!!!" Mom shouted as he forcefully inserted his penis into her vagina. Mom cried out, "...Don't look... Hao Hao... Don't look... Waaah... Mom is so sorry..." The old penis continued to thrust into Mom, who sobbed softly, her soft breasts shaking back and forth. The old penis thrust into Mom rapidly, his hands squeezing her breasts hard. Mom closed her eyes, biting her lower lip, her face contorted in pain.

The old penis thrust faster and faster, Mom's breasts bouncing rapidly. "Ah... Ah!" The old penis suddenly jerked its head up, thrusting its lower body into Mom's buttocks a few times, then exhaled a long breath and lay motionless on Mom's back.
Old Turtle Head hugged Mom tightly from behind for a moment to rest: "Hoo...so good...it feels so good." He reached out his left hand to rub Mom's breasts, while his right hand stroked Mom's buttocks, thighs, and calves. "...Hehehe...your body is perfect...take it slow, there's still a long way to go, I want to play with every inch of your body..." As he spoke, he got up, kissed Mom on the face, put on his clothes, and walked out of the room without even glancing at me, slamming the door shut with a "bang".

The world seemed to stop, my vision blurred with tears.

I slowly crawled towards my mother, who was lying on her side on the bed, her eyes wide open, red and swollen, with two tear streaks at the corners.

Her once fair breasts were now bruised in places, and there were still faint traces of dried saliva from the old man's penis on her nipples. Her entire body was a pale red, her hands were tied behind her back, and her long, slender left leg, clad in flesh-colored stockings, was bent and placed on her right leg, with patches of dried saliva on both stockings.

I untied the tie binding my mother and leaned close to her face, finding an unprecedented emptiness in her eyes. Tears, sweat, and the disgusting saliva from the old man's penis stuck her hair to her face.

"Mom..." I called softly, but she didn't respond.

I was horrified to discover a large pool of thick, white liquid mixed with blood between her thighs.

I clenched my fists and pounded my chest desperately, sobbing hoarsely. My mother closed her eyes, two hot tears streaming down her face. She held my head tightly, crying for a long, long time.

My head rested on my mother's soft breasts. Despite my unbearable grief, I gradually realized that something within me was slowly dying with each sob of my mother, replaced by a powerful sensation…

I was hard and erect.

To be continued…

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