The homeless man's sow mother

Chapter 1: The Beginning Finally
, school was over. After a long day of classes, I grabbed my backpack and rushed to the school gate. My name is Fan Cheng, and I'm a fifth-grade student. Arriving at the gate, I immediately spotted my mother waiting to pick me up. Why? Because she's incredibly tall, a full 1.78 meters, and with high heels, she's over 1.8 meters. Even among men, she stands out. Add to that her enormous breasts that seem to burst out of her clothes, and her huge, almost bursting buttocks—her exaggerated figure is visually striking; it's impossible not to notice her. Although I saw my mother, she didn't notice me. I'm quite ordinary-looking, probably like my father.
Just as I was about to go to her, a man reached her before me. The man was also quite handsome, but with a lewd face.
"Beautiful lady, here to pick up your child?" the man said, trying to strike up a conversation
…"Mom usually has a cold face and doesn't respond. People are usually intimidated by her aura and walk away on their own.
" "It's so hot, and you're dressed so warmly. Why don't you come to my car to cool off?" It seems this is the kind of shamelessness Mom is talking about.
"No need, thank you, please move aside." Mom still has a cold expression
. "Don't be so formal. Look, your clothes are soaked with sweat, I can even see your breasts." Indeed, Mom's shirt was soaked with sweat, and you could see her black bra underneath. It even seemed like there was moisture coming out from under her armpits and around her buttocks.
"Please show some respect." Mom had already frowned.
"Show some respect. You're jiggling your big breasts and sticking out your fat butt. Aren't you just here to be fucked? What?" "You didn't like me, bro? No problem, I'll take you to a great place, I guarantee you'll be so turned
on you'll be calling me daddy." Hearing the man say this, I knew he was in trouble. Many people had said similar filthy things to my mother before, and she'd always taught them a lesson. For some reason, many men who tried to flirt with her would say something offensive. Sure enough, my mother got angry as soon as the man finished speaking and kicked him to the ground. Although my mother has a refined and cultured face and wears glasses, clearly a highly educated woman, her height and build meant she wasn't someone to mess with, especially since she had studied Taekwondo.
After kicking the man, my mother saw me, came over, and took my hand. "You heard everything just now?" "You must never learn to be bad and swear like that person. Swearing won't make you superior; it just makes you look rude. You must become a noble person in the future," my mother admonished me.
"Yes, I won't," I replied. My mother often nags me like this, perhaps because of her profession—she's a lawyer. But I listen to her. Although my mother isn't as kind to me as my father, I know she cares about me wholeheartedly. As a lawyer, she's very busy, but she still makes time for me. Although she has high expectations of me, she lives by them. For example, she forbids me from swearing, and she herself has never sworn. Moreover, my mother is very reliable. Whenever I have a conflict with a classmate and need to contact my parents… My mother always manages to convince them. Therefore, I love my mother very much, but I'm also a little afraid of her.
I got on my mother's electric scooter. Actually, we have two decent cars, but because our home is closer to school, my mother still uses the electric scooter to pick me up. I straddled the back seat, and my mother drove in front. Normally, an electric scooter would be spacious enough for two people, especially since one of them is a primary school student, but my mother's buttocks were so big that I felt a bit cramped, sandwiched between her and the back seat. As the scooter drove along the road, I sat in the back, hugging my mother. Her body was plump and comfortable, and the breeze carried a faint scent of her perfume. I enjoyed this warm feeling.
Suddenly, I remembered what that man had said earlier—he said he wanted to have sex with my mother. Although I'm only in fifth grade, I've already learned the general meaning of "grass" from my classmates. It's the penis inserted into a woman's vagina, which is called "pussy." And I think that's where I came from, not something I was found. Looking at my mother's fat buttocks, imagining that man inserting his penis into her greasy ass, into the place where I was born, thrusting in and out, and imagining that man looking so rough, he'd definitely use a lot of force, maybe even turning my birthplace upside down, my penis got hard. I looked at my mother; she didn't seem to notice. Thank goodness, if she found out, it would probably be a disaster. While my mother wasn't looking, I continued towards her... My fat butt was lost in thought. I'd heard that a woman's "pussy" feels good when it's being fucked, and she'll even moan. Would my mom do that? Would she scream loudly if another man took her in my hometown? Because my mom is usually so serious and unsmiling, I couldn't imagine it. I even listened outside my parents' room, but I didn't hear my mom screaming; instead, I heard my dad screaming. But my question would soon be answered.
Just as I was still staring at my mom's big butt and fantasizing, a sudden commotion pulled me back to reality. My mom slammed on the brakes and got out of the car. Looking closer, she saw a group of middle school students beating up a homeless man.
My mom rushed forward and shouted, "Stop! How can you young people bully such a poor old man?"
"That old pervert groped my girlfriend's butt!" one of the spiky-haired men said angrily.
"I didn't, I just accidentally fell," the homeless man quickly denied.
"Still lying? You haven't had enough punches yet!" he said, raising his fist to strike again.
Mom quickly stopped him. "Even so, he's already received his due punishment. If you want to continue, you can go and ask a judge to uphold justice." With that, Mom casually pulled out her lawyer's license.
"Hmph, forget it, let's go." Mom is so cool, I want to be a lawyer when I grow up.
One of them, who looked fierce, seemed unwilling to give up and uttered a harsh threat, "Hey! You auntie, watch out!!" "
Mom ignored him. If only we had paid attention to what that man meant...
The homeless man slowly got up after they walked away, but he seemed to have injured his leg and lost his balance, almost falling again. Luckily, Mom reacted quickly and caught him. Although she caught him, his head was right between Mom's breasts, and his hands were grabbing her breasts. He was only about my height, and normally he couldn't reach Mom's breasts at all. Mom squatted down slightly when she went to help him, resulting in this strange position. He quickly apologized and struggled to stand up, but seemed too weak to do so. Instead, he left many black handprints on Mom's white shirt. Good heavens, how filthy! Even though I was a few steps away from the homeless man, I could smell his strong body odor and couldn't help but vomit a few times. But Mom, who was in direct contact with the homeless man, didn't show any disgust except for a slightly flushed face. This is my respected mother, leading by example. Mom once told me that everyone is equal, and this is not just..." The spirit of the law should also be the principle by which we treat others. We must never judge people by their appearance or their wealth. My mother always demonstrates the principles she teaches me through her actions, so I always listen to her.
I suppressed my stomach discomfort and helped my mother support the homeless man. Ah, seeing the homeless man up close was even more disgusting. His hair was greasy and thinning, the middle section was gone, and the hair on the sides was greasy and stuck to his skin because it hadn't been washed for a long time. His face looked greasy, I didn't know if it was from being beaten or if it was just naturally like that. He had slanted eyebrows, small, triangular eyes that gave him an undeniably sleazy look, snot hanging from his nose, and dark lips revealing yellowed teeth. Besides bruises on his face, he also had blisters. He was about my height, rather thin, with a large, protruding beer belly that made him look very incongruous. He had thick body hair and blisters on his body as well. He was only wearing a pair of tattered underwear, which looked like it hadn't been washed in a long time, especially around his penis, which was yellowed. My mother was truly remarkable; she didn't flinch at all in the face of such a person.
"Your leg looks injured. Shall I take you to the hospital?" my mother asked with concern.
"No need, it's just a minor injury, it'll be fine in a few days."
"Sir, where do you live? Let us take you home," the mother said, seeing that he was having trouble walking.
"Thank you so much. My home is under the Anhe Bridge," the homeless man replied apologetically.
"That's a bit far. I'll drive you there. Xiaocheng, you walk home first. I'll take this uncle home and then come back to cook for you, okay?"
"Okay, Mom."
"Hmm, our Xiaocheng is so thoughtful."
"Come on, get in the car."
Because the homeless man was limping comically toward the car, the mother couldn't bear to watch and simply picked him up and carried him in a princess carry. However, the one being carried wasn't a princess or a prince, but a disheveled and sleazy homeless man. My mother then got on the bus. The homeless man, though about my height, was even more cramped than when I was sitting behind him because of his beer belly; he was practically pressed against her. He had fallen in front of her earlier, and now he was pressed against her back. My mother's white shirt was almost black. As soon as she got on, he wrapped his dark hands around her waist. "Excuse me, young lady, I haven't ridden this bus in a long time, I'm a little scared." "It's okay, just hold on tighter if you're scared."
Seeing this, I remembered what the man who had harassed my mother earlier had said. Now, there was only a shirt between my mother and the homeless man, and since it was summer, he was sweating a lot. The sweat easily seeped through the thin shirt and onto my mother's skin. That domineering sweat easily conquered my mother's skin, seeped into her body, and I could no longer smell the fresh scent that used to emanate from her… Thinking about this and looking at the two of them, I felt a little uncomfortable, but my penis involuntarily became hard.
"We'll be going now, wait for me at home," Mom said with a smile. Her smile was so pure that it made me feel a little ashamed. Mom was doing her best to help people in need, while I was thinking about such despicable things.
Back home, I did some homework. Around 5:30, my stomach started to rumble. Mom should have been home by now; school ended at 4 PM, and she took the homeless man away at 4:30—an hour should have been enough. I dialed Mom's number. The call went through, but it wasn't Mom who answered; it was a man's voice.
"Hello?"
"Hello," came a man's voice.
"Who are you?"
"I'm the person your mom helped today."
"Oh, why is it you answering?"
"Ah, it's kind of embarrassing to say, but your mom saw my room was too messy and tidied it up for me. I'm so sorry."
"Yes, my mom can't stand messy rooms. Uncle, could you give her the phone?" Mom, she always loses track of time when she's tidying up, even forgetting to eat.
"What's wrong? She's not feeling well right now," the homeless man said breathlessly. "Bang bang bang... bang bang bang bang..." Strange banging sounds came from the other end of the line.
"What's that sound over there?"
"Oh, your mother is dusting me off. I'm so sorry, it's hard for someone my age to be taken care of."
"Ah, it's nothing."
"No... no... ah..." A woman's voice could be faintly heard from the other end of the phone; it must be my mother.
"What is my mother saying?"
"She said she can't come back to cook dinner for you tonight. I'm sorry, I'm using your mother."
Although the homeless man's explanation was a bit strange, thinking about how my mother had made me hungry until now, I replied retaliatoryly, "It's okay, please feel free to use her!"
"Hahaha, then I'll gladly accept your offer, hehehe, your son is letting me use you as I please, miss." The homeless man also joked with my mother, emphasizing the word "use."
"Xiao Cheng, ah... no...
hurry ... report
... ugh ... If she comes home late today, and considering Dad works overtime almost every day, today will be my day off. After hanging up, I quickly went downstairs to buy instant noodles, made myself a bowl, and turned on my computer. Happiness can be that simple sometimes. But now, looking back, I feel incredibly regretful... If Mom hadn't come to pick me up that day... or hadn't interfered... or hadn't let Mom take that homeless man... or had she been more suspicious of the unnatural breathing she heard on the other end of the phone... that day was a crucial turning point for our family...

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