Three unexpected events gradually broke down the mother's defenses.

My name is Zhang Cai, and you can already tell from my name how much my parents wanted me to succeed. Originally, my father was a strict father and my mother a loving mother, but after my father passed away suddenly in my first year of junior high school, he entrusted my mother with the task of raising me well before his death, and she became a strict mother as well. Under her strict discipline, my grades have always been among the top. Even though she is very satisfied with my grades, she doesn't easily relax her discipline, because she fears that neglecting to push me would be failing her late husband's expectations.

My mother wasn't originally a housewife; she was also a high-achieving student and a clinical psychologist. She works at a mental hospital and sometimes goes to prisons. The person she is at work is completely different from the strict mother she is at home. As a psychologist, she is approachable, a far cry from the rarely smiling person she is at home. I enjoy the opportunity to pick her up from work because my smiling mother looks very beautiful. Besides, she also lets go of her strict mother role when facing outsiders.

The greater the repression, the greater the pressure. Under the heavy pressure of schoolwork and exams, coupled with entering puberty, I developed the bad habit of masturbation. Because I had to study during the day, I would secretly plug in headphones on my bunk bed at night and masturbate under my mother's. The videos I watched were mostly graphic, featuring rape and gang rape. The thrill of masturbating, risking being violated, was incredibly exciting, causing me to ejaculate heavily every time.

One day, another day filled with exam pressure, the only difference was that my mother, who returned home that day, lacked her usual stern aura. Her black suit looked noticeably different, and strangely, her usual black stockings were gone. She seemed dazed, yet also revealed a hint of pleasure. This was the first time in my sixteen years of life I had seen such a sight, but this side of my mother was incredibly endearing.

Another night, I plugged in my headphones, my hand on my penis, enjoying a rare moment of freedom. But today, a video, supposedly secretly filmed, was uploaded to a pornographic website. Nine out of ten videos claiming to be secretly filmed were actually made in Japan, but the background looked quite nice, so I clicked on it. It was titled something like "Top Secret, a rapist's final act of rape before his death in prison." The file name was quite clever, and my city recently experienced a prison riot, so it's surprising how relevant today's pornographic videos are. But I don't know the content.

The video begins with a CCTV camera showing a prison ward. The patient looks very weak and lies in bed. The CCTV has several shots: one directly shows the ward, initially only showing the inmate; another shows the ward entrance, clearly showing two guards on duty; and several other shots show the ward. Wait a minute, I recognize that inmate! Isn't he He Yong, the notorious rapist from years ago, the one reportedly sentenced to life imprisonment for multiple rapes? This video seems quite credible.

A few minutes later, a woman walked to the ward door. Two prison guards checked her identification and let the woman in the black suit in. Was she her lawyer? Was he about to be paroled? At first, I could only see the woman's figure and clothing. Although I couldn't recall her name, she looked somewhat familiar, as if I knew her. I saw the woman place a chair next to the bed. She took out some writing instruments and spoke with the inmate. Because her back was to the CCTV camera, I couldn't see her face until this point. The CCTV recorded the conversation. Rather than legal questions, the woman asked questions revolving around the inmate, including inquiring about his life and urging him to bravely face his illness. I vaguely heard the words "heart failure." Did He Yong have heart disease? I wasn't interested in their exchange; I just felt that even the woman's voice sounded familiar, so I quickly turned the camera away.

About fifteen minutes later, the prison alarm rang. The scene shifts back to the ward, where two prison guards receive orders to suppress a riot in the east wing prison. The two guards, as if facing a major crisis, rush to the assembly point, don their riot gear, and prepare to quell the riot. The scene returns to the ward, where a woman, startled by the sounding of the alarm, is clearly seeing this for the first time as a non-resident prison employee. She sits motionless in her chair. The seemingly frail He Yong beckons the woman closer.

"Miss," He Yong asks, "I have a request. Would you be so kind as to grant this request to an old woman nearing the end of her life?" "That depends on what it is," the woman replies, her voice gentle and soothing.

"Answer me honestly, how long do you think I can live?" He Yong asked in an almost desperate voice. "If there's no miracle, I believe I can live for about three months," the woman asked. "Really? It's such a pity to die like this. Luckily, I have you before I go," He Yong took his hand out from under the covers, holding the oxygen hose and wrapping it around the woman's neck. "What are you doing?!" The woman was caught off guard and couldn't breathe.

"Miss, you're prettier than any of the women I've raped. I'll be quick, you'll have to be patient."

He Yong was different from the woman he looked at; he was several times stronger than her, and she had no power to resist. He pulled the woman onto the bed, pinning her hands down with one hand, and easily pulled off her suit jacket with the other. At this moment, the woman's face was finally revealed.

"God, it's my mother!"

the mother screamed. She knew what the infamous rapist He Yong was doing. She kept shaking her head and saying no, but she had no strength to resist. He Yong pressed his body against his mother's, and with his other hand, he calmly unbuttoned each button. His mother looked down, and what blocked her view was a pair of large breasts. Although I had lived with my mother for sixteen years, I had never really looked at her figure. I had never realized that my mother had such large breasts. Those huge breasts filled out my mother's white shirt, and the two big mounds of flesh jumped out after He Yong unbuttoned them. A conservative white bra covered my mother's breasts. The bra seemed to be the last line of defense for my mother's breasts, and He Yong could not easily take off her bra.

"You annoying bra," he said, roughly tearing off my mother's bra. The moment the bra was torn off, my mother's body swayed, and then He Yong slapped her hard across the face.

“You wretched woman, I’m not afraid of death now. If you don’t submit to me, I’ll kill you and then rape your corpse,” he said, his eyes flashing with ferocity. His mother was clearly terrified; her legs went weak, and she even urinated a little.

“Hahaha, scared enough to urinate? Don’t be afraid, I’ll make you feel very good,” He Yong said, reaching his hand inside his mother’s suit skirt and pressing against her genitals through her black stockings. The touch aroused her further, causing her to urinate a little more.

He Yong forcefully kissed every inch of his mother’s skin, starting with her sensitive neck. He licked her neck, making her itch, and her legs straightened from the stimulation. His mother had never suffered such humiliation. She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face, clenching her teeth to endure it. He Yong kissed her face, forcefully kissing her mouth, and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. After

kissing her enough, he began to fondle his mother’s breasts. He forcefully kneaded his mother's large breasts, violently playing with them, causing her to scream in agony. He Yong's hands weren't small, but his mother's breasts were so large that his hands could easily cover them. Her breasts were incredibly sensitive to her; I could see that the way she clenched her teeth wasn't out of pain, but rather because she was undeniably enjoying wave after wave of pleasure stimulating her brain, wave after wave of pleasure assaulting her reason. She knew she was being raped, but she felt that the pleasure she was experiencing, this blissful feeling, was wrong. She tried to suppress her moans by biting her lips, but her cries were still faintly audible.

"Miss, who do you take me for? Go ahead and moan, the real thing is coming,"

He Yong said, removing his mother's suit skirt. Now she was wearing an unbuttoned blouse, with only pantyhose and barely visible black underwear on her lower body. The ends of the black pantyhose were still damp with her love juice.

"Panty stockings, they're my favorite. They're the clothes my ex-wife who cheated on me wore the most." He Yong almost drooled when he saw the pantyhose. "Miss, you've been naughty. You can't wear pantyhose home as punishment." He pretended to tear her pantyhose.

"No, no, no!" Mom screamed, but how could a pair of thin pantyhose stop the violence of a grown man? The pantyhose was torn from the genitals down, and his black underwear was also ripped by his hands.

He Yong pulled out his penis, that confident penis that hadn't lost its power even after so many years. Mom's worst nightmare was about to begin. Was it a nightmare? Actually, she felt her mind was becoming strange. She looked at that penis; she couldn't remember how many years it had been since she had seen one. Her vagina was contracted, her love juices flowing freely, her legs forming an M shape. No matter what she thought, her body was ready to receive He Yong's penis.

He Yong inserted his penis into Mom's vagina and thrust forcefully. Mom, who had initially tried to bite her lips to suppress her moans, had her reason crumble the moment the penis entered. Her loud moans echoed throughout the entire prison ward. Her mother gripped the headboard tightly, overwhelmed by the intense stimulation of each thrust. The tightness of her vagina gave He Yong's penis an unparalleled pleasure, but He Yong was unaware that his actions were gradually leading him to his death. He Yong thrust so hard that the bed shook. While a riot was breaking out in the prison, this erotic scene was unfolding. His mother's tight vagina was more intense than He Yong had anticipated, driving him to the brink of madness. He ignored his angina as he thrust, but it only worsened. After about three or four minutes, he felt himself about to die, and his mother, who hadn't had sex in years, was also nearing her end. He Yong's angina intensified, and just before ejaculation, he felt dizzy.

"Miss… I want…," he began, but before he could finish, he ejaculated inside his mother's womb, and she, too, felt it and followed him in death.

When it was all over, He Yong collapsed onto his mother. His mother was initially stunned, then used all her strength to push He Yong off the bed. She first buttoned up her shirt, then put on her suit jacket and skirt. She was afraid He Yong would wake up, so she dressed quickly. Seeing that her pantyhose was mostly torn, she took it off and held it in her hand. But strangely, He Yong didn't move. His mother pressed on his carotid artery and found he had no pulse.

"Let me out, let me out!" his mother pounded on the ward door and pressed the call bell, but it took about ten minutes, after the commotion in the east wing was brought under control, for someone to realize they had locked his mother in the ward. Someone was even sent to give He Yong emergency treatment. His mother acted as if nothing had happened, leaving as usual after the guards opened the door; the only unusual thing was that her pantyhose were gone, unaware that anyone had noticed. The film ends there.

I emptied my tube several times, thinking about how my mother, who slept above me, had been raped. For the first time, I realized how beautiful she was. Most importantly, at that moment, my mother on the upper bed made strange noises.

In the hearts of both mother and son, a switch had been flipped.

That night, I couldn't sleep a wink, because the video had shaken my reason. Unable to sleep, I went to the bathroom to urinate.

I felt that from that day on, this house would be different. I took out my penis to urinate, and when I looked in the mirror, I saw a box behind it. I felt dizzy, tripping slightly from the box. I turned to look at the familiar box. That was the laundry box, the box where my mother and I stored our laundry. I never imagined this box could be so evil, containing my mother's clothes. After confirming that my mother wasn't awake, I locked the bathroom and took out the clothes my mother had worn from the laundry box. The most evil thing among them was her bra. The bra that covered her fleshy breasts—I glanced at its tag; it was a 36E. No wonder it was so big. But it was a few days ago, not today. I brought it to my nose, inhaling her milky and sweaty scent. As I sniffed, I pulled out my penis, and then, without thinking, I ejaculated into the toilet. It was dawn. Staying here made me easily aroused, so I went back to bed.

Around 9:30, I got up. I knew I'd get a severe scolding if I was late, but 9:30 was already too late in my mother's eyes—oh no, I was going to get a beating. I rushed into the living room and saw my mother sitting at the dining table eating lunch. I hurriedly said, "I know I was wrong. I stayed up late studying yesterday and slept too much. I won't do it again..."

But surprisingly, my mother didn't get angry as I expected. She just nodded and said, "Don't say anything more. The breakfast I carefully prepared today is getting cold. Come and eat."

"Okay... okay, I know." Strange, last Sunday I got up at 8:30 and was severely scolded by my mother. Today, I actually have a loving breakfast?

I ate a few bites, and sure enough, it was strange. She really put her heart into it. Before, it was either a simple piece of bread or instant noodles. Today, it was an English breakfast. I ate very quickly because it was rare. My mother smiled and said, "Silly girl, have you not eaten for days? Eat slowly, no rush. Watch some TV after you finish eating before you study." What? There's TV to watch?

"Mom, what's making you so happy? Why are you acting like a completely different person?" I couldn't help but ask. Did I see things wrong?

"No, nothing's wrong with me," Mom smiled, blushing slightly like a young girl whose secret has been exposed. "It's just this... you've never smiled before." I pointed to Mom's smiling face, but she grabbed my hands and said, "Really? I haven't smiled in front of you in so long, I really feel bad. I feel like I went too far before. From today onwards, I'll be better to Xiaocai." Before me was no longer the terrible, strict mother, but a kind and loving mother who still retained her grace.

But I didn't think last night's events would repeat themselves, including Mom being violated and me becoming aroused by her, but...

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