Close relatives were gang-raped

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The victim was my mother, Liu Xiaohui, who was 41 years old at the time. She was 1.67 meters tall, a housewife, and a very ordinary woman in the city.
This happened when I was twelve years old, and because of this, I matured early. It was the first time I had ever witnessed sexual intercourse between adults, the first time I had ever seen a woman naked, and the first time I had ever seen my own mother being gang-raped by several men.
It was a Saturday morning, the sun was shining, and I was on holiday at home doing my homework. My father had left for work early. My mother was wearing a white top and white tight pants, a birthday gift from my father. The tight clothes showed off her figure, which she had maintained well even in middle age. Her breasts were still so high and firm, and the straps of her white bra could be clearly seen from behind the almost transparent white top. Her lower abdomen did not have the fat belly of a middle-aged woman, but rather a full mound like a steamed bun, which was wrapped in the pants and even had a crease that was already visible due to the tight pants. Her high, protruding buttocks stood proudly, a slit extending from them that met her thighs.
Mom gently saw Dad off; they were very affectionate. Before leaving, Dad tenderly kissed Mom's cheek, and Mom smiled happily. I wisely didn't disturb them, pretending to be diligently doing my homework, which was quite amusing. Such an old couple, still acting all lovey-dovey. But I was also happy because of this, because of my family's happiness.
Mom is an ordinary, gentle woman, and she and Dad are very loving. At least I've never seen them blush. Mom is also the kind of woman who is very proper and dutiful. Unlike the women and men who usually joke around in the yard in the evenings, Mom never jokes with those men. But because Mom has long legs and a certain demure air, those men want to tease her. Whenever she appears in the yard, there are always some clueless men who try to tease her, but she never gives them a hard time.
Just after seeing Dad off, Mom was about to go to the kitchen to clear the breakfast dishes when the doorbell rang. Mom was startled; had Dad forgotten something at home again? I hurriedly opened the door, only to find two policemen standing outside.
One of them politely informed me that a group of gangsters might have infiltrated our community; these people were ruthless killers, and if anyone saw them, they hoped for cooperation. He asked us to notify them if anything happened.
My mother nodded to indicate she understood and saw the policeman off. Judging from her relaxed demeanor, she clearly didn't think she'd ever encounter these terrorists she'd only seen on TV. Then she sat back down on the sofa to watch TV. Shortly after the police left, the doorbell rang. My mother reluctantly stood up from the sofa.
"Who is it?"
"The meter reader."
"Didn't they just read it a few days ago?" My mother said impatiently, opening the door without suspicion.
I was doing my homework at the table, and through the side of my mother's prominent breasts, I saw several men standing in the doorway! Each one of them looked menacing.
"Who are you?" Before my mother could finish her terrified cry, the men, with practiced ease, pounced in and shoved her into the room. I was stunned. One of the men suddenly pushed my mother down onto the sofa, covering her mouth with a crew cut and pressing her firmly to the sofa. Actually, my mother was already stunned by the sudden change and couldn't scream. The other five men, well-trained, rushed to the various rooms.
"Boss, no one's here," the others said to a man in his sixties as they came out of the house.
"Good," the old man nodded and said to my mother, "Madam, we'll stay here for a while. As long as you behave, we won't hurt you, understand?"
My mother hesitated, then nodded, letting out a soft "Mmm" through her covered mouth to indicate she understood. At that moment, I had no idea what to say and instinctively nodded vigorously.
"That's more like it," the old man beckoned, and two men followed him into my room, closing the door abruptly. It seemed they had something to discuss. In the living room, a fat man remained, resting with his eyes closed. A burly, dark-faced man looked around our house with interest. Only the short-haired man who had been holding my mother down released his grip on her mouth. My mother, still reeling from the shock, was breathing heavily. Then, the short-haired man pulled out a knife and lightly sliced
it across my mother's neck. My mother tensed up immediately, her face turning pale with fright. I remembered what the police had said about those ruthless killers. My heart leaped into my throat, but they wouldn't be so wasteful. The short-haired man lecherously slid the knife down my mother's pale neck to her round, full breasts, tracing circles along her nipples. My mother's entire body tensed instantly, staring at him nervously.
Seeing my mother's reaction, the man with the crew cut became even more interested. He suddenly reached his right hand and began kneading her full breasts. My mother let out a soft "No!" and tried to pull his hand away. The man simply brandished a knife in front of her, and she immediately released her grip. He chuckled smugly and pulled at my mother's blouse, unbuttoning several buttons and revealing her white bra. My mother gasped and tried to pull her blouse back up, but his hand was already inside, kneading her full breasts. My mother didn't stop him, fearing for her safety. She could only let him be. Her face turned to the side, her entire face pale. The man with the crew cut simply reached into her bra and directly touched her breasts. Finally, he used a small knife to cut the bra in the middle, revealing her heavy breasts. I was shocked. It was the first time I had ever seen my mother's breasts since I could remember. They were plump and white, dazzlingly bright, with two dark red nipples. The man with the crew cut was even more pleased with himself. He pinched my mother's nipples with his fingers and pressed hard on her full breasts. My mother closed her eyes tightly, and her breathing became heavy.
"Miss, stand up." The man with the crew cut suddenly ordered. My mother was stunned for a moment.
"I said stand up."
My mother stood up helplessly, her breasts trembling with the movement. My mother's lower abdomen was now directly facing the man with the crew cut. He chuckled twice, placed his hand on the center of her abdomen, and then began kneading her thighs. My mother suddenly groaned. She was wearing tight white silk pants that accentuated the fullness of her thighs and the roundness of her buttocks. Because of the tightness, the outline of her genitals was visible under his vigorous caresses; a white slit could be seen sunken into her vulva.
My mother's face suddenly turned crimson, and her legs trembled. Suddenly, the man with the crew cut reached inside her pants. My mother seemed to lose her balance, her body arching upwards. I could clearly see through her white pants that the man with the crew cut's hand was moving vigorously between her legs, almost tearing the pants. Looking back now, I think his fingers might have been inside her vagina.
At that moment, I felt a strange urge, though I didn't know what it was. Now that I'm older, I understand it was sexual urge.
Just then, a burly, dark-faced man emerged from another room and went straight behind my mother, grabbing her buttocks with both hands.
"Third brother, you should at least let everyone know before you play,"
the short-haired man chuckled. "I think this woman is alright; we're just waiting anyway, might as well kill some time."
My mother, realizing something was wrong as her buttocks were being pinched, was about to scream in terror when the burly man easily lifted her up and carried her. My mother didn't dare scream but began to struggle, but the burly man was too strong; no matter how much she struggled, it was useless. The burly man carried her towards me.
"Little kid, move aside. I want to play with your mother."
I was suddenly swept off my chair and onto the floor. The burly man placed my struggling mother on the desk where I was doing my homework. I sat on the floor, watching the adults' actions in terror, not knowing what would happen next, only instinctively knowing that they were going to hurt my mother.
Seeing Mom struggle, they all lewdly laughed. The burly man with the dark face suddenly brought his mouth close to Mom's face. Mom cried out softly and turned her head to stop him from kissing her, but the burly man held down Mom's hands and brought his mouth directly to Mom's snow-white breasts, nibbling at them randomly. Mom began to sob softly. At this moment, the burly man suddenly bit down hard, and Mom cried out in pain, turning her face towards me.
I saw my mother's face covered in tears, her eyes filled with sorrow. I couldn't bear to stand up. The burly, dark-faced man looked up and shouted at me, "Get off me, you little thing!"
In that instant, I saw a deep teeth mark on my mother's snow-white breast. Afraid that he might harm me, I quickly moved to the side, my body trembling with fear. Seeing that I had left, the burly man buried his head back in his work on my mother's breast. After a while, when he was done, he released my mother's hands, put one arm around her waist, and gently pulled down her pants. My mother was wearing tight pants, and her high, protruding buttocks made it difficult to pull them off. The burly man finally managed to pull her pants down.
When my mother's snow-white thighs were exposed, my heart pounded. To be honest, I had seen my mother's thighs many times before, but in this situation, it was the first time I had associated my mother with sex.
My mother pleaded in a trembling voice, "Let me go...please...I'll give you money...no...please!"
The burly, dark-faced man's hand caressed my mother's thighs, kneading her mound-like breasts through her white panties.
Soon, the panties were pulled down, and my mother lay pitifully on the table like a little white lamb, trembling, ready to be raped by these men.
Due to the angle, I couldn't see the full view of my mother's genitals, but in the instant her panties were pulled down and her legs spread, I saw red between her thighs. My mother instinctively closed her legs again, but the dark pubic hair between her legs was still visible. It was very conspicuous against her snow-white, rounded thighs.
"Madam, you have so much pubic hair!" the burly, dark-faced man said, his hand reaching to my mother's mons pubis, stroking it as he laughed.
My mother instinctively reached out to push away the hand that was groping her genitals, but quickly realized it was futile; instead, it felt as if she were being forced to masturbate by the man's hand.
"Please, please don't! My son is still here!" the mother pleaded, tears streaming down her face.
"What are you afraid of? Your son can come and have his way with you in a bit!"
the burly, dark-faced man said, leering. He then pulled down his pants. Hearing this, I felt a mixture of fear and a strange longing, a desire to have the chance to do whatever I wanted with my mother like he did.
My penis suddenly became engorged and throbbing. This was the first time my penis had ever felt this way, and this event had a profound impact on my life.
The burly, dark-faced man smiled, displaying his enormous penis. That shiny black penis is unforgettable, because it was the first time I compared my genitals with an adult's. But that man's penis, almost twenty centimeters long, is something I still greatly admire, and it had even entered my own mother's vagina.
The burly, dark-faced man lifted my mother's legs and placed them on his shoulders. Now I finally saw her genitals. There was little pubic hair between her thighs, only two red, labial-like labia. My mother tried to push him away instinctively, but this position made it very difficult to exert force. Her futile resistance only excited the man more. She twisted her snow-white body, trying to escape, but no matter how she moved, her lower body was fixed in place. The man's large, hard glans was pressed precisely against the cleft of her labia.
I was surprised to find that because the glans was pressed against my mother's labia, the more she resisted and twisted her labia, the more intense the friction against the glans became; it had turned a dark purple. A white, stringy liquid had appeared around the urethral opening. Looking back, I was astonished to realize that my mother's labia were still closed at that time, unlike many women today whose labia are slightly open after years of marriage and sexual intercourse.
Suddenly, the burly man's buttocks thrust forward, and from the side, I clearly saw his thick penis forcefully push open my mother's vulva, penetrating halfway inside. At the same time, my mother let out a scream. Her legs, which had been resting on the burly man's lap, kicked wildly.
"Ah...ah...no...don't..."
"This woman's hole is fucking tight."
The burly man finished speaking and thrust again, his entire penis completely inside my mother's vagina. His pubic hair clung tightly to her labia, and my mother let out another low growl, though softer than when she was first penetrated.
The burly man grabbed my mother's legs and began to thrust forcefully, his penis repeatedly withdrawing and penetrating her lower body, each thrust penetrating to the deepest part of her vulva, each time causing her labia to be turned inside out and then receding. My mother gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands in agony, her body trembling uncontrollably, her breasts heaving with each movement. Two people nearby watched with great interest, while I stared in disbelief. Suddenly, the man with the crew cut shouted, "Look, that kid's penis got bigger after seeing his mom!"
My genitals had already bulged out of my shorts, forming a tent. The burly, dark-faced man turned and glanced at me, chuckling twice. He bent my mother's legs over her breasts, spreading them wide open for me to see clearly. He thrust even harder, his thighs slapping against my mother's round buttocks with a series of soft, fleshy slapping sounds.
While being violated, my mother turned to look at me in surprise, her eyes filled with helplessness and terror. When she saw me involuntarily aroused because of her having sex with another man, her eyes widened in disbelief. I ignored my mother's gaze, because at that moment I clearly saw the burly, dark-faced man's thick, powerful penis moving in and out of my mother's vulva, seeing for the first time the bright red, tender flesh of her genitals bulging with a wanton, lustful red.
As the burly, dark-faced man withdrew, my mother's vulva was pulled out, flipped over, and then thrust back in, sinking completely inside, even her labia almost entirely.
Seeing me staring intently at her genitals and the man's penetration, my mother turned her face away in shame. At that moment, I must have felt a burning desire to be the burly man, to be on top of her and penetrate her; lust filled my heart.
Half an hour passed like this. At first, my mother only groaned softly, only letting out a soft moan when the burly man thrust in heavily. Gradually, she began to moan, to cry out softly like a woman during intercourse. I couldn't believe it, but it was true; my mother had started moaning, being violated by the man who was raping her, her cries of pleasure, though soft, were different from the sounds of pain she had made at the beginning.
Gradually, a liquid began to glisten at the seamless point where my mother's vulva and the man's joined. My mother had become sexually aroused; most noticeably, her face began to change from its initial paleness to a flushed red. It was obvious that the man's penis was now more lubricated as it entered and exited the mother's vagina. With each rapid thrust, the point of contact between their genitals made a squelching sound. Sweat poured down his back, even his buttocks were soaked, and the mother was the same, her entire body glistening as if coated in sunscreen.
Suddenly, the man let out a low growl, his hands reaching forward to grab the mother's large, white breasts. He pressed his buttocks tightly against her lower body, his legs trembling. The mother also shuddered, letting out a soft moan, "Ah!" She reached for the dark-faced man's shoulders and hugged him. The dark-faced man slumped onto the mother like a dead snake. Suddenly, he laughed loudly, "This bitch is really something! Of all the women I've slept with, she's the best!"
The mother turned to look at me, helpless and ashamed. Her face was flushed from the afterglow of her orgasm, her hair clinging messily to her forehead and neck, wet with tears and sweat. Her eyes were watery, clearly filled with tears and the arousal that only comes with orgasm.
This scene made my heart skip a beat. If I weren't being held hostage, I would have rushed over without hesitation.
The burly, dark-faced man climbed off his mother, his still-thick penis sliding out of her wet vagina. His mother slowly released her spread thighs, and white, sticky semen flowed from between them. Just then, the man with the crew cut saw the burly man get off and immediately pulled down his pants. His penis was white and seemed weak and powerless. He pounced on the burly man, pushing him aside. His mother lay weakly on the table, her legs dangling over the edge.
The man with the crew cut had originally wanted to have sex with my mother, but the burly man with the dark face beat him to it. Enraged, he pounced on her, grabbed her buttocks, and flipped her over. Caught off guard, my mother almost fell under the table. "Ah!" she cried, turning around and bracing herself on the table with her feet and hands. The man pressed down on my mother's snow-white back, causing her to involuntarily arch her plump, white buttocks. He pressed himself against her back, one hand reaching forward to touch her wet pubic hair, the other guiding his penis to penetrate her from behind. Because the burly man had just ejaculated inside my mother, it was very lubricated. The man slightly squatted down, then stood up and pressed himself against my mother's back. My mother let out a soft moan, indicating he had penetrated her. Once inside, he reached forward and grabbed my mother's breasts, kneading them repeatedly. He thrust his lower body, relentlessly fucking my mother.
The man with the crew cut grabbed Mom's hair and pulled it back, twisting her hands behind her back. Mom involuntarily arched her buttocks higher, making it easier for the man to penetrate her. This posture reminded one of riding a horse, as if the man with the crew cut was riding on Mom, the horse that gave him so much pleasure.
Mom's painful groans were mixed with soft sobs. After a while, the man with the crew cut suddenly thrust, one hand squeezing Mom's breast and the other reaching down to her lower body to stroke her pubic hair. He growled for a while. After a while, he sheepishly pulled his already ejaculated penis out from behind Mom's back, and unwillingly slapped Mom's snow-white buttocks hard.
"Ah!" Mom screamed. Five bloody finger marks appeared on her buttocks.
"How useless you are," the dark-faced man mocked. The
man with the flat-top
was furious. He turned to a fat man next to him and said, "Sixth Brother, go and fuck this little slut to death." The fat man immediately agreed and pulled down his pants. His thick, short penis was already hard. Mom was still bent over, her hair almost pulled out and her arms almost twisted off. She didn't know what to do except cry. The fat man rushed forward and flipped Mom's naked body over again, making her lie on the table with her shapely thighs spread wide apart. Mom's legs were almost spread apart, and her vulva was almost exposed to the sky. The fat man's glans aimed at the exposed red flesh of Mom's vulva and "whoosh" it went in, and he began to thrust in and out with relish. Seeing the man's penis enter Mom's lower body again, I felt inexplicably excited. I even hoped that he could fuck Mom for a long time.
The fat man didn't thrust all the way in at once like the burly man with the dark face. Instead, he thrust in and out quickly and gently, never going all the way in at once, without even the sound of flesh hitting flesh that should have been there. There was only a soft "plop" sound. The fat man, with his hands supporting him on either side of his mother, was almost entirely leaning over her. However, thanks to his hands, only their lower bodies were truly joined together. Strangely, the fat man was no longer holding down his mother's legs, yet her legs were still wide open in a split shape!
The fat man was thrusting in and out with a speed and force I could never have imagined, still not fully withdrawn. But the movement of his thick, red penis between his mother's legs was unforgettable. His penis plunged in and out rapidly, the bright red flesh inside her vagina constantly turning outwards, giving me the illusion that a mass of red liquid was boiling, ready to erupt at any moment.
At this moment, his mother surprisingly let out an extremely pleasurable moan, different from when the previous two men had violated her. The burly, dark-faced man brought her both pain and a strange pleasure, while the short-haired man gave her the feeling of complete rape. But now, she was truly a woman lost in sex. I knew she had completely forgotten what she was doing. She opened her mouth and cried out ecstatically, her arms wrapped around the fat man, trying to pull his obese body closer to her, her head swaying constantly. Her hair fluttered, her body swayed. But her lower body moved most violently. I suddenly saw my mother's breasts thrust upwards, her nipples inexplicably erect, a third larger than before, a dark reddish-brown.
Not to mention, even the burly, dark-faced man and the short-haired man, who had just finished having sex with my mother, were stunned.
The fat man's sprint-like thrusting had been going on for twenty minutes. There was no sign of it slowing down. My mother's moans were getting louder and louder. I saw that with each thrust, my mother's legs were covered in the fluid secreted from her vagina, the vaginal fluid flowing down her groin onto the sturdy mahogany table, reflecting the shimmering liquid. Thankfully, it was a sturdy mahogany table; otherwise, their frantic movements would have crushed it long ago.
Finally, the fat man's movements slowed, his obese body pressing down heavily on Mom, each heavy slap of his flesh creating a loud, slapping sound. I could no longer see where their genitals met. But the fat man's buttocks continued to arch upwards forcefully as he pressed against Mom. I worried that Mom, like her breasts, was about to be flattened.
Mom's thighs remained spread wide, as if they would never close again. Her moans had turned into rapid, labored breathing, as if she couldn't breathe. The fat man wasn't in much better shape; sweat soaked his entire body, and he looked like he'd been pulled from water, panting heavily like a pig.
Finally, the fat man let out a muffled roar, grabbing my mother's shoulders tightly with both hands. He pressed his knees against the table, thrusting upwards to maximize the force of his weight as he pressed his buttocks against her body. My mother let out a heart-wrenching moan, her hands gripping the fat man's sweaty, slick back, her spread legs slowly lowering.
The other two and I were stunned. This intense sexual intercourse was happening to my mother and the fat man who had raped her. I was completely dumbfounded.
The fat man slowly climbed off my mother. As he got up, he didn't forget to grope her breasts a couple of times, laughing, "I've never had sex with a woman so well. It was fucking amazing."
My mother, still dazed, lay blankly on the table, her body covered in sweat reflecting light like white marble. Only her pubic hair was wet and softly clung to her mons pubis. Her labia, which had been closed, were wide open, red and swollen. The vagina, which should have been closed, now had a small, reddish opening because the man had just withdrawn his penis. Milky white semen was still seeping from inside. The semen flowed from the mother's red, gruesome vulva down her thighs, along her buttocks, and onto the table. The mother's thighs remained open, seemingly unable to close.
The man with the crew cut, already aroused by the earlier scene, chuckled and approached the motionless mother on the table again. He impatiently pulled down his pants and thrust his long, white penis back into her, beginning a second round of gang rape. The mother seemed oblivious, letting the man move without moving, only swaying slightly when he penetrated and struck her labia. Having already ejaculated, the man, returning to a body he had already ravaged, lasted longer.
However, after only ten minutes, he ejaculated again. He smiled sheepishly and slid off the mother. The mother's genitals overflowed with semen, the frothy fluid covering her swollen, red vulva in a gruesome sight. It was a reminder of the torment she had just endured.
The dark-faced, sweating man eagerly began the second round. Standing before his mother, he lifted her legs and thrust his enormous penis into her incredibly slippery vagina. Only then did his mother let out a soft moan, her eyes gradually regaining some light. The burly man thrust again with tremendous force, as if trying to pierce her through.
The terrible impact brought Mom's senses back to her body. She began to groan in pain, though not loudly, it was clear she was in great agony. Her body writhed weakly, offering the simplest form of protest.
But Mom's pain became the black-faced man's pleasure. He kept shouting, "Fuck, fuck, I'll fuck you to death!" His huge penis continued to thrust violently into Mom's pubic hair-covered lower body. Mom's face contorted with increasingly painful spasms, her whole body trembled, her breathing grew weaker and weaker, and her face turned frighteningly pale. Her hands lay limply on the table.
The black-faced man became more and more excited as he fucked her, thrusting faster and faster. Just when it seemed Mom was about to be fucked to death, the door suddenly opened, and the old man came out. He glanced at the black-faced man who was still engrossed in his fucking and called out, "That's enough. We'll keep her for later."
"Boss, what use is she?" the black-faced man replied unwillingly, his buttocks continuing to thrust.
Then, he had no choice but to obediently thrust twice more before reluctantly withdrawing. His penis, still sticky with fluid, stretched as it left my mother's vagina. My mother's thighs were spread apart, and wisps of heat slowly rose from her ravaged vulva.
The old man came to my mother and looked at her lying there, her body exposed. I was shocked. Did this old man also want to have sex with my mother?
The old man placed his hands on my mother's breasts and touched them a couple of times. My mother seemed to suddenly wake from a dream, and burst into tears, covering her face with her hands. She curled up and lay on her side on the table. Seeing my mother crying uncontrollably, the old man was suddenly startled. From the side, I could see that the two large, bright red labia majora between my mother's beautiful buttocks were particularly striking.
The burly, dark-faced man chuckled as he approached the table, his hand stroking Mother's large, white buttocks. "Boss, come and have a go. This woman's pretty good."
The old man glared at him. "Bullshit, I'm saving her for Ninth Brother. He's been in prison for so long, let him have his fun." "
Yes, yes,"
the burly man laughed, his hand still lingering on Mother's lower body.
"Alright, get her dressed. Ninth Brother should be waiting for us."
The burly man found Mother's clothes, and the crew-cut man helped her up. Mother seemed exhausted, her face pale as they hurriedly dressed her. The clothes were already wrinkled, and wearing them made her look even more like she'd just been through a brutal ordeal.
Soon, Mother was dressed and supported by the crew-cut man, while I was followed behind by the burly man. The other two men in the room also came out; they seemed to have been keeping watch at the window.
The old man opened the door, and I was pushed out of the room by the burly man. I didn't know where they were taking us, and I was filled with fear.
The others filed out after us. At the stairwell, I ran into Uncle Li, who had just come home from work. He greeted me, but when he suddenly saw these men glaring at him, he abruptly lowered his raised hand and scurried aside.
Suddenly, Uncle Li looked in surprise at my mother, who was leaning against me with the crew-cut haircut. I turned around and saw that my mother's clothes were disheveled, her hair was loose, and her face was pale, as if she had just been seriously ill. Worst of all, those men hadn't put her underwear back on; her lower body was still wet, and the top of her almost transparent white outer pants was completely soaked, revealing a clearly visible dark patch on her genitals.
Uncle Li was shocked and dared not speak, ignoring the pleading look in my mother's eyes. As the crew-cut haircut passed by Uncle Li, he boldly reached out and began rubbing the dark patch on my mother's genitals. I wasn't mistaken; Uncle Li clearly swallowed hard, choking back a large mouthful of saliva.
Downstairs, a white van was already waiting. As soon as we got off, the door opened abruptly, and I was shoved into the van by a strong force.
There was already someone in the driver's seat—a guy in a leather jacket and sunglasses. He looked in the rearview mirror and said, "Big Brother, Ninth Brother is out."
The old man nodded, "Alright, let's go."
Mom was led to the last row of seats, and the van started moving.
I was uneasy, wondering where they were going.
Then I heard Mom's anxious moans from behind. I turned around and, sure enough, it was the crew-cut guy again, groping Mom. One hand was already inside her pants, touching her genitals, and his mouth was constantly kissing her face. Mom could only weakly and ineffectively resist.
The old man glanced back at him, and the crew-cut guy sheepishly withdrew his hand. The old man turned away again, and after a brief silence, Mom started moaning again. This time, the old man ignored him and closed his eyes.

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