Cult gang violence

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If anyone reads my stories regularly, they'll know that my tastes

are much more extreme than most, and there's a reason why my mother is often the female protagonist. Seeing so many like-minded people in the discussion forum, I'm not going to hold back anymore and say it. Most people probably won't believe it, but it's true. I think my current unusual sexual tastes are largely related to my mother's experiences during my childhood. My mother is 48, and I'm 23. We met through our parents' introduction, which was common in those days. My mother's family was from the county town, while my father was from a rural area in a rather remote village in Northwest China. However, they were quite wealthy, having made their living in the timber industry, and owned a house in the county town. After being introduced by both sets of parents, they got married. (Based on the wedding date...) She married her husband not long after she turned 20. At that time, the area was remote, and there was no concept of legal marriage age in the family. Thinking back to when my dad was so young when he ate my mom, it still excites me. After they got married, they moved to the city where they are now. My dad is weak-willed and listens to my grandparents in everything. I remember when I was in elementary school, my grandfather was the head of the family. You probably all understand, it's normal for rural areas in the Northwest to be backward and feudal. My grandfather was the same. At that time, we still lived in the countryside. My mother would take me there to play every time she had a holiday. I was in elementary school that year and didn't understand, but this incident left a deep impression on me. I remember that my grandfather believed in some kind of cult leader in the village. Now that I think about it, it was a cult. In my memory, the cult leader was an old man who was a bit rich.

That summer, my mom took me to my grandpa's house. My dad was away on business, so we didn't go. The first week was fine, but one night, the bishop brought a group of about five or six people to our house and made a scene. They said my grandpa had missed a memorial service, probably because he went to pick me and my mom up, and they demanded compensation. I was terrified and cried. My mom told me to hide in the inner room and not come out.

My mom was from the county town and had attended a vocational school, so she was considered educated. She usually dressed very ladylike, always in long skirts, high heels, and flesh-colored stockings. I remember that vividly because that was my mom's favorite style, and also because I was a little curious about that kind of thing when I was in elementary school.

Later, I remember it was incredibly noisy in the front room. I secretly peeked through the crack in the door and saw Grandpa lying on the ground. I guess those people pushed him down. They were shouting something about the old man needing to make up for the missed offerings. Grandpa knelt down before the bishop, doing some incomprehensible kowtowing and other rituals I couldn't understand. My mom was very embarrassed and stood to the side. I guess seeing that there were many of them, she went to help him up, and then one of them pushed her. Seeing my mom being bullied, even though I was scared, I rushed out into the inner room, not wanting them to bully my mom. But they were all adults, and I remember being slapped hard across the face. My eyes really watered. Venus, and then my two uncles tied me to the ground with hemp rope. I cried and screamed. I remember thinking that if I cried loudly enough, I could attract people to help me. I saw that there were quite a few people watching outside, but none of them showed any intention of helping. For the first time, I hated this poor place. My grandfather was kneeling before them. After the bishop whispered something in my grandfather's ear, my grandfather kept kneeling there with his body bent over. Then, something that I will remember for the rest of my life happened. The group of people left my grandfather aside and took my mother and me into the inner room. One of them even told the group of people outside the courtyard to disperse.

Then six or seven people came into the house and started beating my mother. First, they slapped her. My mother had long hair at the time, and they said she was possessed and they needed to exorcise her. They completely ignored me, grabbing my mother's hair and slapping her hard. My mother's screams were like a pig being slaughtered in the countryside. Then several people started taking off my mother's clothes. My mother struggled a lot, and they pinched her legs and neck. Gradually, my mother's resistance slowed down, and her body was stripped naked. That was the first time I had ever seen a woman's naked body. It was so white, especially my mother's breasts, which were sagging but very white. I also saw the torn stockings on my mother's legs. I felt uncomfortable down there, but I still cried.

Then those people surrounded my mother, but I could still see my mother's body through the gaps. They must have penetrated her one by one. My mother cried terribly at first, and then she fell silent. At that time, I thought my mother was dead, but she was probably just exhausted.

I don't know how long it lasted, but those people left. I don't know how that night passed. My grandfather came into the house, saw my mother, and said something about good fortune. I covered my mom with a blanket and let go of me.

The next day, my mom took me back home and said that I couldn't tell my dad about this.

I know it's not good for people to write this down, but back then it was in a rural area of Northwest China. I don't mean to discriminate against rural areas, but in some places, promiscuity and feudalism still exist. I just wanted to say what I'd kept inside for years. Whether you believe it or not is up to you. As for my mom, I don't know why, but after that, she still took me to my grandpa's house every holiday, and on several occasions we didn't even stay at my grandpa's. When I got to high school, my mom stopped caring about me. I wonder if my mom was threatened by them or something, and she just gave in to depravity?

Maybe it's because of this experience that my tastes have become increasingly extreme. I broke up with my girlfriend because of my SM tendencies; she couldn't accept it. I once secretly touched my mother's body after she got drunk, but she found out and hit me, saying it was unacceptable since we were mother and son. But after that incident, how could I not think about her? Now, the most I do is masturbate with her stockings, and I always imagine her screaming and being violated. I think my dad is being cuckolded, whether he knows or not doesn't matter, because he listens to my grandparents anyway. I write a lot of this now, to satisfy myself and to give others sympathy for my mother. I had this at first, but as I've grown up, I feel increasingly uncomfortable with it, and I even wish I could be tied up and watch my mother being humiliated by those numb villagers and vicious, ignorant uncles. This has become my subject matter, and it's probably the biggest source of my cuckoldry complex.

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