Stepmother and Father-Son Incest Case

Criminal Case No. 7011 – Stepmother and Father-Son Incest Case

My name is Xu Yuzhen, and I am forty-three years old. Last month, I married into this divorced man's family, becoming his current wife. My husband already had a nineteen-year-old son who was in college. I… became his stepmother.

I initially thought that gaining basic acceptance from his son within the family would be difficult; but after a month of getting to know each other, my perspective quickly changed… because his son also likes me very much.

Besides loving my husband, my biggest wish in coming to this family was that every member would welcome me and treat me as part of their family. So I put a lot of effort into this son. Seeing that the relationship between us was getting better and better, I was delighted by the hug my son gave me every morning after breakfast before he left for school. He would hug me, kiss my cheek, and say, "Mom, I'm going to class." It felt so good. It doesn't mean I had successfully taken over the position of mistress of the house… well… I don't know, but our family has been getting smoother and happier.
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I am a very beautiful woman. Before marriage, I worked hard to be a high school Chinese teacher, a job I was very proud of. Many students liked me, and although I knew it was because of my looks, it was still something to be proud of.

That evening, my husband came home, and I could tell he was drunk again. He wanted me to help him as soon as he entered the door… I finally managed to drag him into the living room, it took a lot of effort, and he heavily clung to my back. He kept giving me a happy smile. Ha, my husband is so clumsy, so silly. Just as I was about to get up to get a towel to wipe his face, he reached out and touched my breasts. It made me itchy all over and I kept trying to dodge. "Ouch… stop it!"

I said, standing up as I tried to dodge. His hand, because of my rising, moved to my abdomen, then to the crotch of my casual athletic pants, and started touching my genitals… I pushed his hand away, still trying to get a towel from the bathroom.

As I reached the bathroom door and waited for the light to come on, my husband suddenly appeared, his arms around my armpits, grabbing my sensitive breasts. Startled, I immediately pulled back against him, pressing myself against him.

He reeked of alcohol, yet remained close to me, and I could clearly feel his erection against my buttocks. His erect penis rubbed against my buttocks through our pants. His hand pinched my breast with one hand, while the other slowly moved towards my stomach, lower abdomen, and genitals. It quickly reached my genitals, expertly playing with them, and I trembled uncontrollably.

Then he weakly pushed me into the bathroom, leading me to the sink.

"Water…wife…I want to wash…wash my face. Help me wash my face…" my husband said in a dissonant tone.

I turned on the faucet, and the water flowed freely. Suddenly, my husband vigorously rubbed my opening, causing me to accidentally turn the faucet to its maximum; water sprayed out, hitting my hands, my husband's hands, my shirt, and my face…

"Whoosh…it's all your fault…" I cried out. I patted the wet areas and turned the water back down.

My husband's hand had already reached behind me, from my buttocks through my anus to my vagina. He pressed upwards and vibrated forcefully. He rubbed my genitals vigorously, and while he was busy, I was also trying to resist my body's reaction. I couldn't even turn on the water properly, or even use a towel to wash his face... ...

He continued to reach inside my pants, wanting to play with my genitals.

"Hiss..." The intense reaction of my bare flesh being rubbed by his fingertips made me cry out. I felt him digging into me, scratching at the walls of my vagina... "Ah... you're doing this... ah... how... how can I wash your face like this... hiss..."

My sweatpants had been pulled down so low they couldn't cover my buttocks anymore, the elastic waistband of my pants and my soft underwear were tangled together. My husband was playing with my genitals with one hand, while the other hand went inside my shirt, pushing up my bra and touching my bare breasts.

A heavy head pressed down on my shoulder, forcing me against the sink, letting the water slowly run, my body trembling with oppression and itch. Then, with a yank, my pants were pulled down to below my knees, my thighs spread wide, and four or five nimble tools were digging into my crotch.

"Click—" The iron gate of the house opened. I was startled, turning my disheveled body to see my son returning from the bathroom, facing the door.

...

He saw my pants down to my knees, my genitals and breasts being grabbed and pinched by two hands, my helpless expression, and my attempts to cover myself; he stared intently, as if watching an amusing movie. I knew I couldn't stop him, and my husband, drunk, hadn't noticed our son's return and was still digging into me; I slammed the bathroom door shut.

I didn't know what my son would think...

but I couldn't refuse, and as I suddenly decided to help my husband bathe and put him to bed, I was uncomfortably penetrated by him. In the bathroom, I dared not loudly express my reactions; my husband kept penetrating me, but my son's watching gaze kept flashing through my mind… I finished uncomfortably like this. I don't even remember if I had an orgasm… That night, we went straight to sleep after leaving the bathroom, and I didn't dare say anything to my son…

And so the next day came…

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In the morning, my son, husband, and I had breakfast together as usual. But I was afraid to meet my son's gaze, speaking indifferently as if he wasn't even in my eyes. After all, my son and I weren't related by blood. How would he view a woman like me, especially in that area? We've never really understood each other. In that area, where would my young son place me…

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"Mom… are you feeling unwell? You don't look well…" After my son said that, my husband looked me over carefully, and I looked at him and myself in surprise. I was still worried about last night… about being seen… and my husband, completely unaware, not noticing anything…

But my son's question reassured me a lot. I smiled at my son. "It's okay..." And I was even more certain that he still considered me "Mom." His attitude towards me hadn't changed at all. I was just overthinking it...

"Yuzhen, I have to go to the team leader's place today, they have a meeting... at his house, not the office," my husband said.

"Okay, when are you coming back?" I asked him, managing to pull myself back into a normal conversation from my own confusion. My husband said he might be late today... or he didn't know when he'd finish, anyway, the schedule wasn't easy to control, and he probably wouldn't be home for dinner; as for our son, he had fewer classes today and would be back in the evening. We'd see if he wanted to grab a quick dinner at the dumpling shop at the end of the alley, we'd decide later.

In the afternoon, while I was organizing the food in the refrigerator, my son came home.

...

He came to the kettle by the kitchen door to get a drink of water, and we exchanged the usual greetings, as if yesterday's events really hadn't happened. While we were both silent, my son poured himself a drink of water, and I felt out of the corner of my eye that he was watching me the whole time, but I continued with my chores.

"Last night..." my son suddenly started to say, and I paused. "When I got home..." I listened carefully, pretending not to know what he was going to say. "I saw... all the clothes on my bed were taken to be washed, and my student ID was in one of my pants... Mom, did you see it?"

Oh... yes. "Yes, I took it out, it's on the coffee table in the dining room. I forgot to tell you this morning..."

my son answered simply, but this almost made me think he was going to mention what he saw me and his dad doing last night. Or maybe he heard something... my scream...

I finished tidying up the refrigerator, or maybe I wasn't, but I stood up and left, walking towards the kitchen exit. As I passed my son, whether by accident or not, his arm brushed against my chest in a tiny way. I looked at him; he continued drinking his water as if he didn't notice.
...

"Mom..." my son called. "This morning, I didn't hug you... before I left..."

Hearing him say that, I realized it was true... but I didn't think anything was wrong. Then, my son hugged me from behind; as he tried to find a place to put his arms down, he accidentally brushed against my breasts, one on each side. I couldn't tell if this hug was affection or something else... I wanted to turn around and face my son, like usual, at least to avoid this awkwardness. But then, his hands grabbed my breasts.

He crossed his arms and cupped my breasts, pulling me even tighter. This posture reminded me so much of what his father had done to me last night.

I didn't speak, because I didn't know what to say. The boy who was supposed to be my son was touching my body like that, a common parent-child gesture, and for a moment… I felt numb. He was kneading my breasts, and just as his hand was about to move down towards my stomach, a sensitive itch brought me back to my paternal instincts. I grabbed his hand…instinctively using my shoulders and arms to push myself away from him, turning around…looking at him strangely.
My

son, however, looked around nonchalantly, touching the glass on the nearby cabinet, examining it, and then putting it back. It was as if nothing was amiss.

My instinctive reaction to push him away was a sudden realization that, aside from being my son in name only, he had no blood relation to me; he was a "stranger" boy living with me, someone who was just beginning to understand things. In other words, if I allowed his actions to continue, he might have sexual relations with me. That would… be unacceptable by common sense.

"I...I want to go back to my room and rest for a bit..." I said, partly because I wanted some peace and quiet. Maybe I'd feel more comfortable spending time with my husband and son after he got home. At least, after the awkward events of the past two days...

After returning to my room, I don't know how long it took before I fell asleep in bed.

Ah...ouch...this feeling...

I opened my eyes and followed my gaze along the ceiling, the doorway, the foot of the bed, and a body...? There was another person at the foot of my bed, shaking certain parts of their body. ...

I quickly woke up, realized, and became alert. I sat up. Damn it...it was my husband's son, playing with my exposed lower body, and my bra had been taken off and placed on my stomach, sliding to the side as I sat up.

How dare he! While I was sound asleep, he pulled down my pants and underwear, played with my genitals, and then took off my bra. I glared at him, but his initial panic turned into a fierce look as he leaned closer, pressing his face against mine and whispering, "I... I've always liked you. Since you came into our family, I haven't been able to continue dating my girlfriend. I... I only have you in my heart. Although... I have to call you 'Mom' in front of Dad

, I really love you..."

I was stunned. This kid... he said he broke up with his girlfriend for me, that he fell in love with me?

Thinking about it... he really is a man and a woman from two different families, so it's not impossible for him to fall in love with me. But... I love his father... I was wondering if this made any sense... but this kid thought I was persuaded, and he continued to touch my genitals with one hand while preparing to touch my breasts with the other. ...

「不要…就算你可以爱上我…我爱的是你爸爸，我不要给你这样…」小鬼压了上来，把我硬狠狠地压在床板上，粗鲁地玩搓着我两腿中间，压着我上身的手也狂乱地抓我乳房。「下床！走开…不可以这样…」我大喊，但这一喊使他的手换上来压我的嘴巴；他又把脸靠到我眼前说：「我爸刚打电话回来说不回来吃饭了，还说会晚点回来…时间够我们好好地享受，妈妳就乖一点吧…大不了，爸回来妳再叫他揍我呀…」

我扭动试着反抗的身体意识经过这一段示威的反应，竟是慢慢和缓、麻木、放弃抵抗或忍耐。下面的手仍胡乱地玩着我阴部，时而左右搓揉、时又插一插阴部的洞壁。 The chaotic feeling seemed to stem from the kid's lack of experience, or perhaps he hadn't yet calmed down from the tension and guilt...

Slowly, he released my mouth, but instead, his lips and teeth pressed against mine, frantically licking my lips and the edges of my mouth; then he pressed down for a deep kiss, his tongue darting across my lips, sucking deeply in his direction... He was sucking on my mouth, sucking on my tongue, licking everything inside my mouth...
Suddenly

, I felt the hand below had calmed down and left, but it seemed to still be there, pinching the upper edge of my vulva, and then something pierced and inserted... "Ahhh..." The feeling of being penetrated made me cry out. Then I noticed a vibrating, machine-like sound, like my son inserting an electric vibrator inside me, vibrating, my lower body... there... started to feel numb, and I involuntarily twisted my waist and hips. My clothes were pulled up to my neck, and his hands were kneading my breasts; sometimes he would gently play with my nipples, pulling them up, swaying them from side to side, pinching them hard...

His mouth left my lips and tongue, and my son began licking my clitoris, combing my pubic hair, smelling it while teasingly licking it; my numb lower body was still filled with the frenzied vibration of the vibrator, and I could only see what my son was doing down there. He rubbed and shook my clitoris, occasionally lowering his head to lick it, then sitting up and shaking it with his hand; he would also glance at me every now and then, but my eyes were becoming more and more strained to open, and I wanted to close them more and more...

I didn't know what time it was... Time seemed to have no meaning to me now, it seemed to have disappeared, a boy who had to be my son was pressing down on my naked body and doing whatever he wanted. At one point, he was inserting his penis into my numb lower body, pressing it in, without the numbing effect of the vibrating machine from before. I tried not to feel anything, I was a poor woman being raped, I didn't want comfort, I didn't want pleasure, I didn't want satisfaction...
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"Ahhhhhh... Hmm hmm ahhh..." The little devil's penis entered my vagina without any obstruction, rubbing in and out inside. My left hand, which was randomly grabbing at the sheets, suddenly felt something wet and slippery on the bra next to me… I glanced at the kid, who grinned wickedly and said, “I just ejaculated there… Mom, there’s some on your face too…” I was speechless… because my life had been forced into numbness. Was there really this kid’s semen on my face? On my bra. How filthy…

“Ahhh…” The kid thrust violently, then pulled out… I felt something wet and sticky between my legs. He knelt down beside me, pulled my shoulders to make me sit up, grabbed my breasts, pressed his penis between them, and started rubbing it up and down; what did this mean… playing with breasts? I’d never even seen anything like it.

I tried to keep my chin as far away from his filth as possible. The nauseating male desire… the feeling of naked genitals right in front of me, impossible to avoid, is truly awful; the penis rubbing against my breasts, I only noticed it was red out of the corner of my eye, and then I realized the room was brightly lit, which is why I felt so disgusted…

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“Mom… mouth… come here, come on…” my son called out. Suddenly he grabbed his penis and shoved it into my mouth… my mouth wasn’t closed properly and he forced it in, rubbing it against my insides…

“Suck it… Mom, suck hard…”

? …? …I don’t seem to understand young people’s thoughts, I don’t understand what he wants me to do, he pushed my head hard, his penis bumping against my throat, tongue, and gums in my mouth, finally stopping abruptly… stopping abruptly deep in my throat, and something shot into my throat. Oh… damn it, he actually ejaculated on me… “Ugh… cough cough…” I’ll swallow it… ugh… spit it out… so disgusting.

My son looked at me wearily, brushing my sweat-drenched bangs aside and stroking my cheek. He sat beside me, and as I desperately tried to cough up the semen, he kept touching my body. I twisted my body, trying to shake off his lewd hands…

After my son left, I ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I grabbed my clothes, which had been rummaged through, and came back in, but felt uneasy that a pair of underwear seemed to be missing… Trembling, I washed myself, skipped dinner, and ran to my room, locking myself in… until later, when my husband came home and asked me to open the door…

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“Wife…” my husband called out from outside the room, his tone asking, “What’s wrong?” During this time, I made the bed look as if nothing had happened. As I went to open the door, I even glanced back at the room to make sure it wasn’t messy, and then I opened the door…

My husband had already unlocked the door and was peering in at me; I was startled.

"Honey, what's wrong..." my husband asked with concern. I swallowed hard, trying to answer calmly, "I'm...trying on clothes...trying on some clothes to see if they fit, mixing and matching; I locked the door because I was afraid our son would come in..."

My husband smiled without a hint of suspicion, then came in and placed his briefcase on the chair, preparing to change. I leaned the door against the wall, looking outside; it seemed completely calm now. That brat had gone back to his room to sleep, and his room was closed. It was already midnight.

My husband changed into comfortable home clothes and went to the bathroom in his room to wash his face; I came in and sat on the edge of the bed, wondering whether I should tell my husband about his son and let him beat him... I slowly thought, would I feel resentful...would I want that brat to be beaten and scolded...would that do anyone any good...in the end...what should I... ...

My husband's hands stopped my thoughts, appearing before me. He cupped my face and lifted me up to look at him; my husband smiled sweetly at me, and at that moment, I temporarily put aside my worries and smiled back at him. My husband sat down beside me, his hand on my shoulder, his eyes never leaving my face. He loves admiring my face and often says sweet things like, "You're so beautiful." Slowly, this familiar gaze relaxed me greatly, and I felt calm again. Sometime later, my husband pulled up my bathrobe, which I had just changed into after showering, up to my stomach. I noticed the door wasn't closed, and knowing he was about to be intimate, I went to close it.

I got up and quietly closed the door, unaware that he had followed me, turning off the lights behind me. He then hugged me, one hand on my chest and the other on my genitals. My body… trembled sensitively. My husband slowly pulled up my bathrobe, his hands slipping deeper and deeper, touching my thighs, my genitals, slipping inside my underwear, and my genitals. He loves playing with my genitals, and he's quite skilled at it; he kept playing and kneading, and the stress I'd been feeling that day was gradually melted away. "

Ah..." I moaned softly and happily. I liked my husband playing with my sensitive spots, but I didn't like being played with by others; including my son today.

"Is it good? Look at the sound you're making..." My husband liked to tease me when I was enjoying it, which always made me feel embarrassed. And it seemed that the more embarrassed I was, the more he liked to intensify his pleasure... My hands were on his, following his movements.

As my husband played with me, the pleasure below grew stronger and stronger. Because I liked it, and my husband could give me lasting satisfaction, I let go and felt this sweetness. In the dimly lit room, my husband's hand, which had been touching my breasts, began to unbutton my robe, taking it off and letting it slide to the floor; now I was only wearing my husband's right hand and my underwear.

My husband pulled my shoulder, wanting me to walk to the bed, but his right hand was still digging and kneading between my legs as I struggled to move, making it difficult for me to walk. Suddenly, the light was switched on, and my naked body was completely exposed in the room. My husband reached down from below and pulled down my underwear, making me sit on the bed and pulling it off my legs. Under the bright light, naked, I felt shy under my husband's gaze; and this wasn't the first time I'd felt this way. My husband likes to have me undress in bright light so he can admire me, and he also likes to see me naked in nature. I also think it's a natural interest in appreciation. $$$$$ Under

the bright light, my husband climbed on top of me, spreading my legs wide apart; he first looked at my genitals, then spread them apart again, flipped them over, looked inside, and then looked at me again. Then, my husband brought out a vibrator, which was actually for massage, plugged it in, and turned it to the strongest setting, pressing it against my genitals. Wow… it felt so numb and intense… It was a long machine, with a hammer-shaped section at the front that separated from the main body, and it had three adjustable strengths. My husband immediately switched it to the strongest setting…

the rubbing made my whole body tremble. “Aaaaaaah… aaaaaah…”

My lower body went numb again, as if the blood in my entire body was circulating faster and faster. There was sexual pleasure, but the numbness was even stronger and more persistent. At this moment, my husband used his other hand to pull down his pants, quickly threw off the vibrator, and thrust his penis inside me. It went in deep in one go, and then he thrust it in forcefully. Pressing down on my legs, which were spread out to the sides, he watched me as he thrust into me. I felt more and more comfortable, more and more enjoying it. "Ah... Ah... Ah..."

Suddenly, my husband broke the harmony, suddenly "coming out" and coming to the bedside; my legs relaxed and stretched out in front.

My husband suddenly took out two dildos, one pink and one orange; then, pressing my genitals against his, he inserted both dildos into my vagina at once...

"Ugh... It hurts... Husband, it's too tight..." I reached out to try and stop my husband's sudden, forceful insertion.

My husband, who deeply loves me, ignored my reaction and forcefully shoved those two things inside me. Ugh...

It really hurts, I can't take it...

"Ugh... No... Ahh..." I started using my legs to resist the pain.

"Wait... Don't kick... Let me put this in..." my husband said. But it really hurt... "No... No... What are you doing... It really hurts... Ahh..."

I pleaded with my husband, I really didn't like being penetrated so painfully. Those two dildos were of average width, and they were suddenly and directly rubbing in both of them at once. No…this hurts… $$$$$

My husband’s eyes suddenly turned terrifying, like a villain, looking smug as he watched me suffer. He used his hands to push those two things in while stubbornly pressing down on my kicking legs. Pressing against my white flesh, husband…does this give you pleasure? My vagina can’t withstand such forced insertion…

“Ugh…please take it out…ah…” I only remember screaming, a feeling of near-fainting from the pain washing over me.

Later, I gradually woke up…and found a cool breeze blowing around me, and I was awakened with a start, my sensitive naked body, my hands and feet tied behind my back.

“Ugh…uh…” I tried to speak but found a piece of tape covering my mouth.

This is the water tower on the roof of my house. My husband appeared; it seems he tied me up, my legs were held down and I couldn’t close them, my hands were tied behind my back. I don’t know what time it was, I just felt so quiet and helpless. Husband…

why are you doing this to me? I started to cry more and more. ...

At this moment, my husband took my electric toothbrush, turned it on, and immediately placed it on my genitals to brush.

Ugh... I couldn't bear it; it was a feeling I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain. My husband was brushing my genitals very hard. My eyes gradually closed as my body tried to struggle... I only felt that after a moment, my husband stopped.

My trembling body finally had a moment of respite, my strength resting on the rope.

But then I saw my husband bring a small dog from somewhere and place it between my legs. He pressed its head down, making it lick my genitals unknowingly—it was terrifying… My husband kept pushing the dog, forcing it to lick my genitals incessantly, its nose also being forced to rub against my vaginal walls. It made me feel nauseous… I became increasingly afraid to open my eyes to see what my husband was doing to me…

After a while, my husband, who shouldn't have been so cruel, started to embrace me, lifting me from the dangling position and pulling me towards him. He seemed to still love me, saying, “Wife, I… didn’t mean to make you suffer like this… I just love you so much… … I heard from our son that you seduced him into doing some very inappropriate things, so now I’m going to punish you a little. Don’t do this again…” …

What… you… our son…

I wanted to retort, but my mouth was already speechless. It was still taped shut.

"My son is very good and sensible... He told me not to blame you... He said you were just lonely and missed me... You were confused for a moment..."

I shook my head violently, my brows furrowed, trying to struggle to speak and refute this injustice. But I couldn't, and my husband started to get agitated again...

"I never thought you... would like doing sex so much..." As he spoke, he forcefully inserted his fingers into my genitals, digging upwards with great force. "I really feel heartbroken. Although you're lonely because I'm not here... But..."

For a long time, my husband continued to tell me my extremely unjust accusations while punishing me by digging and probing my genitals, and kneading my breasts even more forcefully, leaving red scratches on them... For a long time...

Pain, dizziness, and torment forced me to experience all of this in the dead of night; until several strange men and women came up on the roof...

The noise, the discussions, the laughter made me feel like a lot of people had come. I slowly opened my eyes and saw some people looking at me tied up, telling my husband not to get agitated. Some young men were even trying to look at my private parts. Help! Please don't just stand by and watch without stopping me...

Amidst

the murmurs, my husband lifted me down, carried my limp body home... then helped me bathe, and in the bathtub, he gently touched my weak body. I don't know how this painful day ended... I've forgotten...

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"I didn't, it's your son who misbehaved, he... he..." I tried to defend myself; but my husband sided entirely with our son.

This morning, it seems yesterday's awful nightmare will continue; at the dinner table, my husband and I tried to maintain a peaceful conversation.

"I admit, I admit I'm often away from home, busy with the company, and seem to have neglected you too much.

But... you married me because you loved me, and were willing to follow me..." my husband said much more gently.

"I love you, that's true, but... there's really a misunderstanding. I didn't seduce our son..." I still wanted to prove my innocence. Because I was truly wronged. "

Oh, honey... our son has a girl he truly loves. He always shares the sweetness of his relationship with me, which is a rare father-son relationship... but what you're saying... I... I can't accept this..." My husband completely trusts his son... even more than I do. And everyone should know that I'm the innocent one, how unwilling I am!

For a long time, the conversation failed to reach a fair conclusion. Just as I decided to give up... to be more tolerant, to be more careful in the future, partly for the sake of marital harmony, my son suddenly appeared. From... or rather, from the bedroom to the dining room.

"It's alright, Dad, I don't blame Mom..." Oh... then I really thank you, you brat... My son has been pretending to be innocent and lying in front of a father who trusts him. Yet, when his father isn't looking, he gives me strange looks and fantasizes about me... When his father doesn't see, he keeps twisting his lower body in front of me, making many lewd gestures and expressions, and then, as soon as he turns his back, he becomes a good boy in front of his father... I really want to strangle this guy, and I don't even want to acknowledge him as someone I have to accept as my son anymore. "

I think you and your son should try to communicate properly," my husband said. He reached out and stroked my arm to comfort me. His considerate nature made me feel somewhat fortunate, even though he had tortured me last night due to a misunderstanding. I firmly believed that my husband loved me.

This son of mine is a complete scumbag, a disgrace. He's a college student, not some innocent boy; he's not a child anymore, yet he can abandon and transgress even the most basic family ethics. He's even a head taller and stronger than me, yet he still bullies me, a woman.

I instinctively pulled my hand away because this son dared to touch me. I can't stand him, pretending to be good behind his father's back, yet constantly trying to assault me in front of him. From now on, I'd better keep a distance from him at home, hoping never to see him again.

"Mom...didn't you hear what Dad said? I need to have a serious talk with you..." My son spoke with an extremely annoying and lewd expression and a threatening tone, "You won't even let your son hold your hand...

how can we communicate like this..."

"Communicate...just say what you want to say, besides, I don't want to seduce you, so it's best to avoid any more physical contact..." I tried to retort, glaring at him with wide eyes.

"Oh yeah." Seeing that I had fought back, this brat was even less likely to back down, "Anyway, I can't hold your hand...

but I can hold your lower body..."

I glared at my husband, this time it was this brat who let slip what he shouldn't have said to me, he deserved to be scolded. As long as my husband knew it was his son's fault, then I would be innocent.

At this moment, I was waiting for my husband to say something reprimanding, because it was obvious that his son had indeed intended to assault me; but my husband seemed completely oblivious to anything amiss, looking at me and then at his son. The brat showed no remorse for his words and slowly approached me; as I retreated, he grabbed me.

My husband's son grabbed me and groped my chest, kneading one breast in a circular motion, his mouth pressing against my retreating lips, all in front of his suddenly motionless father. I tried to avoid his indecent kisses, simultaneously seeking help from my loving husband, but he seemed like a detached bystander, watching me being treated like this by his son. $$$$$ When his

hand started to move between my trouser legs, I struggled desperately: "No!

Get away from me... Husband... Your son... Get away!" I screamed angrily.

At that moment, my husband suddenly came up behind me, and his son let go. My husband tried to comfort me by patting my arms, saying to his son, "Son... I saw it all." But then the son roughly grabbed both of my hands from behind, rendering me immobile. My husband grabbed me, allowing his son to pounce on me. He frantically fondled my unwilling body as I struggled. "Ah...no...ah..." I cried out incoherently, trying to push away and shrink back in the opposite direction. The brat's hands reached for my chest and crotch, desperately trying to pull down my pants, pull my clothes up, and pull them down again. In the struggle, my shorts and underwear, I don't know if they were intact, were pulled to the ground, and my clothes were pulled up to my neck, which my husband then grabbed.

The little devil started grabbing and pinching my breasts and nipples, while simultaneously violating my genitals; he rubbed them forcefully, thrust indecently, repeatedly manipulated them, and suppressed my struggles. After a pause, he took out a rope that seemed to have been hidden beforehand from the cabinet behind him, and together with his father, they tied my hands; they made me lie on the dining table, and the man who married me tried his best to hold me in a position where I couldn't move, spreading my legs apart; his son brought scissors and a razor, and after a while, he started trimming my pubic hair, shaving it clean while simultaneously pricking my genitals.

...

"Phew, Mom... that feels much better." He kept pricking my genitals with his index finger, and then wiped and smeared the sticky liquid he had been playing with on my genitals, abdomen, and breasts. After pricking me, he licked and violated me while shaking and pressing. I was about to cry because of this ruthless violation by the father and son...

"Ugh... no... ahhh..." I cried and tried to break free; but I only felt myself being pressed tighter and tighter, and my strength slowly waned. My husband stood at the table behind my head, pinching my mouth shut and bending down to kiss me, licking me forcefully with his tongue. While I couldn't see what was happening, it felt like my son's penis was already inside me. It was so painful…

"Ugh… ugh…" I could only moan in my husband's mouth as he forcefully thrust into me, pushing me forward again and again. My husband released my mouth, and I kept screaming, "Eek… help… let me go… ahhhh…"

But the reason he released me was because he wanted to take off his pants. After he did, he pinched my mouth shut again, forcing his penis inside me and selfishly rubbing against me. My son was shouting at me like a madman, saying he was enjoying it, while he was thrusting in and out of me, facing me, bending over, and twisting. Oh God, it turned out… my father and son were in cahoots.

Being painfully penetrated by two abnormal men was incredibly uncomfortable; yet, it was a stark contrast to their experience. The men kept shouting, and I sobbed uncontrollably, almost suffocating… After a while of suffering, my son ran to my face, pushed his father away, and brought his genitals to my face, rubbing them together before ejaculating on my face. Before I could react, it felt like my husband's penis was already thrusting into me again. This morning… well, it should still be morning… I was painfully gang-raped by this father and son; it was a hellish nightmare, but I didn't know that this morning was just the beginning…

All day long, what I experienced was being forced to perform oral sex, being raped, having strange things inserted into my body, being penetrated on the balcony, being forced to urinate while having a vibrator inserted into my vagina… I was forced to experience many extremely perverse things. And this… was just the beginning.

Having endured such abuse, I would definitely try to escape and cry for help, which is why I was imprisoned, and even the outside world had to be erased. Every day thereafter, this father and son gang-raped me repeatedly, even during my three daily meals, and also brought relatives and friends to play with me. There were many things I had never seen before waiting to be penetrated…

Oh God… I…

I really want to die…

[The End]

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