Helpless mother

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That day, my mother woke up late, lazily getting up to wash and get ready around 9 a.m. My aunt thought it was because my mother had slept soundly at her house and was quite pleased. However, the truth was that her beastly son had kept her up very late. After lunch, my mother said goodbye to my aunt and got on the bus home.

For the next six months or so, my cousin didn't get to kiss my mother again. During that time, although my mother visited my aunt's house twice, she didn't have the same opportunity as before. Then, during summer vacation, my aunt called and invited my mother and me to stay for a couple of days, or for her and my cousins to come to my house. My mother, of course, didn't dare to invite this troublemaker to her own home. She made an excuse that the city wasn't as interesting as the countryside, saying she would take me there instead.

A few days later, after adjusting her work schedule, my mother took me to my aunt's house. Summer in the countryside was very interesting. During the day, we played in the river, and at night we caught turtles with flashlights. Occasionally, we would sneak into other people's orchards and pick some fruit to eat. The only pity is that my cousin, who used to be our leader, is now older and no longer leads us in our wild antics. He mostly stays with my older cousin and doesn't play as wildly as he used to. My mother and I stayed for six days this time, and my cousin finally got his chance. Because my aunt had to mind the shop and my uncle had to guard the melon shed, whenever my older cousin took me out to play, he would frantically vent his lust on my mother, not wanting to waste a single second. My mother resigned herself to it. She dared not speak out, and she couldn't resist. She thought of it as repaying the kindness she had shown to my sister to her son, letting him do as he pleased. After each time, she would drag her tired body to clean up the various traces left behind to prevent him from being discovered.

My mother's compliance did not bring about my cousin's conscience; instead, it made him even more unrestrained. He was no longer the novice he was last year, no longer simply satisfied with the traditional missionary position, and began to try other positions. My mother basically remained silent about his demands, letting him do as he pleased. In fact, although we live in the city, because my father is too honest, my mother has never used any other positions during sex in the ten years since we got married. When Mother stood on the floor, hands on the bed, her buttocks raised high as her cousin demanded, the shame she felt was unimaginable. Although she tried to appear indifferent, tears of humiliation streamed down her face. Her cousin, completely disregarding her feelings, cupped her firm, white buttocks and thrust his penis into her. Despite her immense embarrassment, the sensation of her first time being penetrated from behind made her involuntarily moan.

Afterwards, Mother discovered the advantage of this position: she didn't have to worry about leaving marks on the bed. For the next few days, she used this position to make him ejaculate whenever he wanted to. The downside was that this position made her more aroused, and over time, she might lose control and make sounds, which she absolutely did not want to make again.

Six days, though not long, were enough for her cousin to thoroughly enjoy himself. Mother, who had been completely at his mercy, lost count of how many times this beast had ejaculated inside her. She didn't want to remember these humiliating experiences, only constantly comforting herself that this was repaying her older sister's kindness, which made her feel a little better. When my mother left, my cousin, having tasted the sweetness of the delicacy, demanded that she come at least once a month to satisfy his lust. My mother glared at him coldly and didn't answer.

More than a month later, after a fierce internal struggle, my mother finally went to my aunt's house alone.

This time, my uncle was out buying goods, and my cousin was guarding the melon shed. It wasn't until my cousin brought him lunch at noon that he learned my mother had gone. He immediately switched shifts with her, grabbed a watermelon, and rushed home. He first had sex with my mother, then told my aunt that he wanted to take her to see the melon field. He led my mother to the melon shed, and after urging my cousin to leave, he began to frantically rape my mother in the simple melon shed.

Surrounded by an empty melon field, my mother dared not take off her clothes. Seeing the tattered, dirty, and messy wooden bed in the shed, she refused to lie down. She could only stand on the ground, one hand holding onto the pillar of the melon shed, the other lifting her long black skirt behind her back, silently enduring my cousin's constant thrusts from behind. The sweltering summer air left my mother drenched in sweat, her fair arms and calves covered in droplets that slowly slid down into the low-heeled sandals she wore.

My cousin had been having sex with my mother in the melon shed for half the afternoon, always in this position. My mother, panting heavily, was tormented by desire, trying her best to suppress the sensations coming from her vagina. Her lips were swollen from biting them, but she still couldn't help but let out soft moans. Hearing those low moans, my cousin realized for the first time that a woman could make such beautiful and moving sounds when being fucked. He was as excited as if he had discovered a new continent, and he fucked her even more vigorously.

When my cousin brought dinner that evening, my mother, dragging her weak and sore body, left the melon shed with her.

After returning home, seeing my enthusiastic aunt, she forced herself to talk all night before finally falling into a deep sleep.

In the following months, my mother would come to my cousin's house on average every month to satisfy his lust. By the time my aunt turned 38, my mother had been secretly sexually assaulted by my cousin for two years. As the saying goes, habit becomes second nature, and my mother has slowly gotten used to it and begun to accept this reality. Her only consolation is that my aunt is doing well now. Since my cousin found his way to satisfy his lust with my mother, his restless and irritable nature has improved considerably. He's now obedient and capable at home, easing my aunt's burden and making her worry less. Seeing my aunt's life getting better and better, my mother feels that her suffering wasn't in vain.

My father went back for my aunt's birthday party, and the atmosphere was just as warm as before. After a few rounds of drinks, my mother again picked up her glass and went over to drink a toast with my uncle. It was then that I learned this was a local custom. Because the sister-in-law is considered the brother-in-law's little darling, whenever there's a lively gathering like this, the sister-in-law is expected to drink a toast with her brother-in-law to show the close bond between siblings. My father also knew this custom and watched with amusement. Actually, before he and my mother got married, the first man to drink a toast with my mother was my uncle, not him. In a sense, my mother "married" my uncle first.

After dinner, Mother sent Father and me away because if we stayed at Aunt's house, we wouldn't be able to rest and clean up. After all, it had been quite a hassle for Aunt to host two tables of relatives over the past two days. She stayed to help Aunt with the housework. However, the truth was predictable. Mother had come to see satisfying her cousin's lust as an obligation. Seeing her cousin running around so politely and well-behaved these past two days, and the relatives praising him to Aunt, making her beam with joy, Mother felt her humiliation was worthwhile. Her cousin gave her a slight hint, and she stayed.

While Father and I were on the bus back to the city, Mother lay on the bed, her eyes glazed, her full breasts being kneaded by her cousin, her two round, white legs draped over his shoulders, her feet taut, throbbing helplessly with each violent thrust.

[Damn!] My cousin, while groaning, thrust his lower body with abandon. He loved this position; my mother's snow-white, sexy body was right before him, and he could easily caress every inch of her smooth skin. His lust grew hotter and hotter, driving him almost mad. The violent desire he usually hid in public could no longer be suppressed, and he raised his hand and slapped my mother across the face. My mother's beautiful face was immediately turned to one side by the slap, but she remained motionless, her expression calm and numb, as if she had become accustomed to this sudden violence.

After hitting her, my cousin's lust subsided considerably, and he lowered his head to kiss my mother's pretty face indiscriminately. My mother turned her head back, opened her red lips, and guided him to insert his rough tongue into her mouth. Her rosy tongue had nowhere to hide, and it intertwined with his, swirling and turning. Soon, my cousin's semen poured out, spraying into my mother's honey pot.

Feeling that he had ejaculated, my mother pushed away my cousin, who was still groping her, and stood up to wipe her vulva with toilet paper. My cousin wrapped his arms around my mother's slender waist from behind, panting, and said, "Stop wiping, let me do it one more time."

My mother pushed him away firmly, refusing calmly, "No, I have to go help your mother." But my cousin wouldn't let go, so she said, "Come over tonight, tonight." Only then did my cousin loosen his grip slightly, but he still lingered, kneading my mother's ample breasts and buttocks. My mother ignored him, fixing her hair and clothes in front of the mirror, until she opened the door and slapped away my cousin's groping hands.

That night, after everyone at my aunt's house had gone to sleep, my cousin climbed into my mother's bed again, without a doubt. He did it until dawn, only leaving after my mother repeatedly urged him to.

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