The Neighbor's Tale of the Adulterous Mother

Posted on sis0 on July 7, 2016.

The story takes place more than ten years ago, around 2001.

I was born in a typical heavy industrial city in northern China. There were three people in my family. My father had served in the army and, after retiring, transferred to the largest steel factory in the county. He worked diligently and conscientiously for more than ten years, just like when he was a soldier standing guard. However, because he was too introverted and quiet, he only managed to become a workshop foreman after most of his life.

The factory leaders always described him with one sentence: "He's a good person, but too honest."

My mother, Liu Fengxia, worked at a counter in a trading company in town. My mother's family was poor from a young age. Her ancestors had farmed in the rural areas of Northeast China for generations. In my mother's generation, because she had four younger brothers... naturally, as the eldest sister, my mother dropped out of school before finishing junior high and came to the city to work.

But when God closes a window, He opens a door: Although my mother came from a poor background and only had a meager primary school education, she was born with an enviable beautiful face, with delicate features, large eyes, long eyelashes, a high nose, and thin lips… In her youth, my mother's beauty was in no way inferior to those so-called female celebrities on television.

Now, my mother is 39 years old, and her pretty face is still exquisite and charming, living up to her reputation as "the flower of the trading company"; not only that, the graceful figure that my mother possessed since her teens, which made countless women around her envious, is still well-maintained: a pair of 34D snow-white breasts, as firm as ever, without any sagging; a well-defined, plump, and perky buttocks, full like a small mountain of flesh.

To summarize my mother's appearance and figure with the most popular phrase on the internet these days, it's: naturally beautiful, a real weapon.

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Before going to the trading company, my mother worked in public relations at a building materials factory.

The so-called "public relations" was purely a gimmick. In reality, my mother's only job was to sleep with clients and superiors, using her sexy, plump body as sexual bribery. To put it nicely, my mother was a "honey trap"; to put it bluntly, my mother was a sex slave in the building materials factory. My

mother's job was relatively easy; she didn't have to go to the front line of the workshop, nor did she have to do various reports or attend meetings. From morning to night, my mother only needed to sit in the office, and she was only needed when the factory manager encountered "difficult problems." Of course, there would be a special driver to pick my mother up and take her to designated locations, usually hotels or restaurants. Once there, my mother was very adept at everything: drinking and eating, taking off her clothes and getting into bed, serving men... As for how I learned about my mother's sexual affairs, the following will explain: When I was in junior high school, I was studying in another city, and because I lived at school, I rarely went home except for holidays. I had heard rumors about my mother's scandalous affairs long before, due to the gossip of the neighbors and the fact that men had come to her door several times when my father wasn't home.

I first heard all this from Old Wang next door.

At first, I didn't believe him, thinking he was taking advantage of my young age and making fun of my mother. Later, Old Wang went back to his room and brought out dozens of photos, all taken secretly behind the door. In the photos, my mother was wearing revealing, brightly colored, sexy clothes, being embraced by several strange men, groping her breasts and kissing her… In another photo, my mother was stripped naked by the men in the stairwell, and then, completely naked and terrified, she was lifted up by several large hands.

Old Wang also told me that he told me these things to confess that he himself often took advantage of my mother, and a few years ago, he was even one of those lewd men. It's

quite a coincidence that Old Wang and our family had this connection. Over a decade ago, Old Wang and my father were in the same army unit, serving as comrades for several years. After their demobilization, they were assigned to a steel factory as boiler workers because they were from the same hometown. Later, Old Wang's wife ran off with someone else, supposedly to do business in the south, leaving Old Wang a bachelor. Now, Old Wang couldn't control himself and had sex with my mother, cuckolding my father... Given this situation, it wouldn't be too much for me to call Old Wang "godfather"... However, out of respect for our old comradeship, Old Wang felt very guilty, but my mother's body was so alluring that he couldn't possibly let go of it anytime soon.

Unwilling to end his affair with my mother and afraid to apologize to my father in person, Old Wang decided to confide in me, at least to let his old comrade's son know the truth.

Back then, after hearing Old Wang's heartfelt words, I, young and naive, was actually quite moved. I forgave him on the spot and promised to keep it a secret from my father forever. Not only that, I even went home and secretly took a few of my mother's freshly washed bras and panties as a gift for Old Wang, hoping he would be gentler and more considerate when he was having sex with my mother in bed... Later, during summer vacation, I was bored at home and went to Old Wang's house next door for drinks.

Northeasterners, you know, have a drink now and then, regardless of age.

Sometimes, when Old Wang was drunk, he would shamelessly boast in front of me about how awesome he was one day, how he carried my mother around my house, fucking her as he went, from the living room all the way to the bedroom, and then from the bedroom to the bathroom, doing all sorts of positions he could imagine on my mother's plump body!

I don't know why, but when Old Wang boasted about how he had fucked and humiliated my mother, I wasn't angry at all; instead, I was incredibly excited, the more I listened, the more enthusiastic I became! Sometimes, after Old Wang had boasted for a long time, I still felt unsatisfied and begged him to continue, to tell me more details.

Seeing that I enjoyed listening, Old Wang was naturally happy to tell me: "Your mother, that woman, her breasts are really big and fat, you can't even hold them in one hand, her nipples are also very big, they make a crunching sound when you bite them... And her cunt down there, it's indescribable, not only very tight and very tender, it would grip people all the time, and her juices would flow like water... She doesn't seem like a woman who's almost forty at all!" After drinking a few times, my friendship with Old Wang next door deepened, and we gradually became very close, sharing everything.

A week before the end of summer vacation, I confided in Old Wang, saying that I had been very troubled lately; Old Wang laughed and asked me, "At such a young age, what do you know about trouble? What's wrong, are you thinking about women?"

I told him that I was indeed thinking about a woman, and that woman was none other than my mother. Old Wang had always known about my cuckoldry tendencies, so he waved his hand and said, "Easy, come to my house with your mother this afternoon." Hearing this, I was a little confused, yet also inexplicably excited, so I asked Old Wang what he wanted my mother and me to do at his house. Old

Wang didn't answer me, just smiled and said, "You'll find out when the time comes!"... At noon, I went home for lunch. Only my mother and I were at the table; my father always ate lunch at the factory canteen.

Halfway through the meal, I casually asked my mother, "When will Dad be back this afternoon?" My mother shook her head and said, "It's almost the end of the month, and the factory wants their workshop to work overtime; this quarter's output is quite high." "Why overtime again? It's so hot in the summer... Isn't there a rule that workers must leave at 3 PM?" I was a little worried about my father's health.

When I mentioned the word "rules," my mother gave a wry smile, shook her head again, and said, "Son, what do you know? There are no rules here. What the boss says is the rule!" "Sigh...that's true," I nodded.

After confirming that my father wouldn't be home that afternoon, I felt a surge of joy, knowing that half the battle was won.

Sure enough, not long after lunch, the phone rang.

Obviously, it was Old Wang from next door calling... A few minutes later, my mother finished the call and said to me without turning around, "Xiaowei, Mom's going out to run some errands. You stay home and watch TV this afternoon, don't wander off!" "Okay, go ahead!" I smiled slightly.

Immediately afterward, without wasting any time, I packed my things and left ten minutes after my mother.

At that moment, Old Wang's front door was locked, making it impossible to get in. I pressed my ear to the door, and sure enough, I could hear voices inside—a familiar woman's voice, unmistakably my mother's.

Following Old Wang's instructions, I went downstairs first, and then, taking advantage of the quiet surroundings, climbed through the parking shed in the yard to his balcony. Old Wang had already left the door open for me.

Carefully opening the balcony door, I successfully entered Old Wang's bedroom. Standing inside, through the half-open bedroom door, I saw two people in Old Wang's living room: a middle-aged man, shirtless and with a stubble beard—that was Old Wang; beside him was a woman, wearing a white shirt, a black skirt, and flesh-colored stockings—that was my mother.

Old Wang sat on the sofa and beckoned to my mother. My mother looked reluctant, but still obediently went over and sat on his lap.

Then, Old Wang grinned lewdly, while my mother remained silent, not even glancing at him. The moment my mother's large buttocks settled, Old Wang suddenly reached out and, through her clothes, grasped her two full breasts. My mother let out a soft scream, her face flushing red, but she offered no resistance, letting Old Wang knead and manipulate her breasts.

Half a minute later, Old Wang smiled strangely again, then slipped his hand inside my mother's blouse and forcefully pulled her nipples out of her bra cup.

The sudden, violent attack on my mother's sensitive nipples caused them to instantly become erect, a natural physiological response for a mature woman. My mother's large, purplish-brown nipples, already full and round, were now swollen to almost the size of small quail eggs... "Oh! Your breasts are already perky so quickly." Old Wang's face was lewd as he teased my mother, deliberately opening his palms and rubbing her two protruding nipples with his rough hands, making them harden and stand erect.

"Come on, let's have some fun today! We can try out those imported Viagra pills." "Please spare me, I really can't today." My mother said to him with great difficulty. "

What do you mean you can't? Your husband isn't home, don't give me that!" "You... how did you know?" "Do you think I'm stupid? The boss already announced it, it's your husband's turn to work overtime in the workshop today... he won't be back for a while, don't try to fool me!" "Sigh, you knew all along..." My mother was a little dejected, knowing that she couldn't escape the tiger's den today. Even my father's excuse couldn't suppress Old Wang, it seemed she had no choice but to obediently accept her fate and be fucked.

Then, as my mother was about to take off her clothes, she suddenly thought of me: "But my son is still at home, Brother Wang, how about you..." "Stop talking nonsense! I didn't know your son was on summer vacation?!" "It's rare for my child to be home on vacation, Brother Wang, please have mercy!" "Fine, for your son's sake, I promise I'll finish quickly today! But you have to serve me well, otherwise, I'll call your son over to fuck you together! You filthy bitch!" "Okay... sigh... then hurry up, it's broad daylight, what if the neighbors see us..." "Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and take off your clothes!" After rambling on for a while, the two finally reached an "agreement."

Then, seeing that Old Wang was getting impatient, my mother wisely stood up, slightly swaying her waist as she unbuttoned her shirt, as if she were doing a striptease.

My mother unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time, and when she was halfway down, her entire breasts were exposed. Then it dawned on her – what a coincidence, she had inexplicably worn a pink thong today.

"You little slut, wearing underwear like that at your age, you really are a whore. Looking for a man, huh?

Haha..."

Unsurprisingly, Old Wang noticed my mother's sexy pink thong and took the opportunity to verbally harass her again.

After taking off her shirt, my mother unfastened the clasp at the waistband of her skirt, letting it slide down to her ankles. Seeing that my mother had finally taken off her skirt, Old Wang swiftly ripped off her pink thong – her last shred of modesty.

"Come on, Fengxia, blow on it for me first."

My mother, completely naked, knelt on the ground, trying to pull her hair back; while Old Wang sat on the sofa, his hairy legs spread wide, looking on with obvious enjoyment.

My mother unzipped his pants, took out his penis, and gently stroked it a few times with her delicate hands. When the limp shaft began to rise slightly, my mother opened her cherry-like mouth and sucked Old Wang's penis in. She took almost half of his penis into her mouth, sucking slowly and deliberately, her tongue hovering over the urethral opening and circling the glans.

About half a minute later, my mother's face was completely buried between Old Wang's dark groin. I was in the bedroom and couldn't see my mother's face clearly; I could only hear soft moans through the crack in the door as she sucked Old Wang's penis.

Soon, Old Wang's penis was covered in my mother's saliva. He pulled her up from the floor and ordered her to turn around, facing away from him. My mother understood his intention, turned around, and tried to stick her buttocks out as high as possible.

"Smack!"

Old Wang slapped my mother's buttocks with a loud thud, loud enough for me to hear even through the bedroom door. My heart clenched; I knew it must hurt.

But after being slapped hard on her plump buttocks, my mother seemed to receive a command, automatically spreading her legs wide to open her vulva even wider. Seeing my mother's vulva wide open, Old Wang gripped his large penis, aimed it at my mother's opening, and thrust forward, inserting his penis into my mother's already soaking wet vagina.

"Ouch... ouch... ah... gentle... gentle!"

My mother's eyes were tightly closed, her mouth emitting various moans. But my mother didn't know that a woman's painful moans are often the best catalyst for male arousal. Encouraged by my mother's wanton cries, Old Wang became increasingly excited and smug, and his thrusts inside my mother's vagina became more vigorous and forceful.

Old Wang seemed to have incredible stamina. He gripped my mother's slender waist with both hands and fucked her in a doggy-style position, thrusting at least a hundred times before finally lying down on the sofa, drenched in sweat. However, it was far from time for my mother to rest, as Old Wang hadn't ejaculated yet.

My mother smoothed her hair, wiped the obvious sweat from her forehead, and prepared herself, knowing that it was her turn to exert herself.

Sure enough, my mother walked to Old Wang's side, spread her legs, grabbed his still erect penis, and sat down on it. Instantly, Old Wang's thick glans stretched my mother's vagina to its limit... "Ah!" My mother let out a satisfied moan, and her body began to move instinctively. Old Wang impatiently grabbed my mother's plump, trembling breasts, his fingers sinking deep into her snow-white flesh. He enjoyed the warmth and moisture of my mother's cunt while simultaneously fondling her soft breasts—a sight that filled me with envy!

Old Wang's dark body pounded violently against my mother's snow-white torso, the room echoing with the sounds of lovemaking. After about a hundred more thrusts, my mother was already gushing with lustful fluids from his penis, completely disoriented. I could even see the labia of her cunt turning in and out, thick white fluid constantly oozing out.

"Ah...faster...faster!"

The mother's moans grew rapid. She wrapped her arms tightly around Old Wang's neck, and with each bounce of her upper body, her long, wavy, chestnut-yellow hair danced wildly, like a blazing flame… Just as the mother and Old Wang, naked and at the peak of lust and pleasure, were locked in intercourse, a sudden, urgent doorbell ring mercilessly extinguished their passionate encounter: it was Old Wang's cousin!

Old Wang's cousin, surnamed Zheng, was also a local. He used to work at the meat processing plant, but now he was self-employed, running a butcher stall in the market. Today, having nothing better to do, Mr. Zheng came to Old Wang's house, intending to have a few drinks with his cousin.

When my mother heard the doorbell, she turned pale with fright and immediately scrambled off Old Wang, running naked into the bathroom. I hid in the bedroom, also very nervous, not expecting a stranger to appear. So, like my mother, I also deserted, escaping from Old Wang's balcony the same way I came.

...

After spying on my mother and Old Wang's sex, I felt no anger or anxiety; instead, I was more excited than ever before!

Sometimes, at home, I would sit on the sofa watching TV and suddenly remember that afternoon at Old Wang's house, my mother was also on the sofa, naked, being thoroughly fucked by Old Wang. I would then visualize Old Wang's lecherous, ugly face and the expression of unparalleled pleasure on his face as his penis entered my mother's vagina. Whenever this happened, I would become so excited that I couldn't control myself, wishing I could immediately pin my mother down... Sometimes, at school, I would deliberately and desperately try to recall what my mother looked like that day, especially her pair of full breasts that stood high on her chest and her large, round, white buttocks. Fantasizing about my mother's plump and alluring body, I lost all focus in class. I'd slump over my empty desk, head buried in my arms, half-asleep, feeling like the world was no longer real.

Later, things got worse. I couldn't bear the constant fantasies about my mother, but being timid since childhood, I didn't even have the courage to peek at her showering, let alone rape her or commit incest with her… To release my uncontrollable lust, after much deliberation, I finally mustered the courage to imitate Old Wang and start masturbating with my mother's stockings and sexy bras.

For the next two weekends, I treated them like treasures, showering early every night, then hiding under the covers and masturbating with my mother's worn stockings and bras.

But secrets don't stay hidden forever. After a few days, my mother's gaze towards me changed; it was filled with suspicion, mixed with an unspeakable disgust. After all, she was my own son, and I immediately sensed something was amiss. My mother had begun to suspect me of stealing her underwear and stockings.

Finally, one day, the "truth came out," but this time, it was my mother who caught me in the act.

That day, my mother accompanied several new clients from her company to a hotel. After finishing quickly, she left work early. On her way home, she even went to her cousin Lao Wang's butcher shop to buy a pound of fresh pork ribs, intending to make pork stew with vermicelli for me.

But my mother never expected that as soon as she entered the house, she would find me sitting on the sofa, my pants half down... At that moment, I was masturbating while using my mother's freshly washed black stockings to cover my penis, while simultaneously watching several well-known erotic novels about incest between mother and son on the computer.

"Xiaowei!"

Mom stood at the door, calling my name loudly. Her face was flushed with anger, and her voice trembled slightly. "What...what are you doing?!" Looking at my mother's angry and heartbroken expression, and then at the stains on my stockings, I knew that at this moment, any explanation or defense would be futile. The truth was clear on the sofa.

...

In the following days, my mother remained angry with me. Whenever she saw me, she was indifferent, which even my father found strange. Privately, my father asked me what was wrong, whether I had upset Mom again. I didn't know how to answer him, so I awkwardly said, "Yes, it's all my fault, I always make Mom angry..." When it happened, I was indeed very regretful, sad, and even a little afraid that both my parents would eventually find out. But gradually, a day, two days, three days passed, and my mother's anger did not subside. She showed no intention of forgiving me, and her tone when speaking to me was always cold.

At that moment, I suddenly felt a surge of resentment: all I did was masturbate with my mother's underwear—was that so unforgivable? It was better than my mother cheating on my father with someone else! The more

I thought about it, the angrier I became. I felt that although I had made a mistake, my mother wasn't any better, and her situation was far worse than mine. Finally, I told Lao Wang everything. After all, in this situation, he was the only one I could confide in.

At Lao Wang's house, after a few drinks, my emotions overwhelmed me. I cried and shouted, hurling insults at him in front of him: "I hate my mother! She's a slut!"

Seeing how agitated I was, Old Wang had no choice but to keep urging me, "Keep your voice down, keep your voice down!" Ignoring his advice, I kept chugging down glass after glass of strong liquor, drinking over a pound of it. I rambled on and on, spewing incoherent nonsense, all insults directed at my mother, which Old Wang couldn't stop no matter how hard he tried… Finally, I vomited uncontrollably and blacked out completely.

…

As evening fell, I lay on Old Wang's sofa, finally sobering up.

After a while, Old Wang came over with a smile. I asked him what time it was, but he didn't answer. He just brought me a bowl of soup and made me drink it. I was still groggy, but after struggling to sit up, I saw it was brown sugar soup, a dark, unappetizing mess. I shook my head and said, "No, no!" A few seconds later, "Xiao Wei, have a little, it'll warm your stomach…" Suddenly, a woman's voice came from behind me—even if I had drunk another pound of liquor, I would have recognized it—it was my mother's voice.

I turned around, and sure enough, it was my mother: she stood behind me with her head down, her face heavily made up, wearing a sexy, revealing halter dress and high heels. A glance to the side revealed the skirt was extremely short, barely covering her buttocks.

"Mom, what brings you here?"

I asked, my heart pounding.

Before she could answer, Old Wang had already walked up behind her. Without a word, he suddenly lifted her skirt! Instantly, I was shocked to discover that my mother wasn't wearing underwear!

Her plump, white buttocks were covered in red marks, like she'd been slapped; her anus was dark brown, noticeably stretched and open, revealing the folds inside; looking at her from the front, her vulva was the same bright color and full labia as when I'd spied on her that day; however, the pubic hair on her mons pubis had been shaved clean, leaving her a completely bald "white tiger."

I stared at my mother's naked body, mesmerized, for a long time, my penis throbbing uncontrollably. My mother stood there, motionless, neither reaching for her pants nor scolding me, letting my lustful eyes roam over her buttocks and genitals.

The living room was silent…

"Alright, your son's awake, let's go!"

Old Wang finally spoke.

Then, before I could react, Old Wang hoisted my mother onto his shoulder and swaggered towards the next bedroom. Not long after they went in, I heard a series of moans and the sounds of flesh colliding. Clearly, Old Wang had begun his vigorous work on my mother.

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That evening, after returning home and having dinner, while my father went out to buy cigarettes, my mother called me to her side. We sat on the sofa, ready to have a heart-to-heart talk.

After a dozen seconds of silence, I decided to strike first. I suddenly stood up from the sofa, pointed at my mother's nose, and said, "Don't say anything, Mom, I know everything about you." I paused, then raised my voice and continued, "I never thought you were this kind of person. How could I have such a mother?" Before my mother could retort, I rushed into my room and pulled out all the nude photos of my mother that Lao Wang had given me, throwing them at her.

My mother lowered her head, silent. After taking the dozen or so photos, her gaze lingered blankly on them: sexy, plump women, dark-skinned, strong men, naked, pale bodies entangled together—a scene lewd and obscene.

Then, my mother began to sob. She took the initiative to admit her mistakes, saying she shouldn't have been so confused, letting Lao Wang take advantage of her, and that she shouldn't have maintained an improper relationship with him, being unfaithful to the family.

I asked my mother, besides Lao Wang, what about the other men in the photos?

My mother said, with a wronged expression, that those men were all clients of the building materials factory, and that she had no choice but to submit to them under the arrangement of the leaders… Then, my mother recounted in detail what had happened to her at the building materials factory: how she was forced into prostitution by the leaders, forced to be played with and entertained by various clients, often forced to offer sexual bribes and serve certain officials, and finally, how Old Wang took photos of her as evidence to blackmail her into sleeping with him… She told me all of this.

At this point, I understood my mother somewhat, and even felt some sympathy for her.

After my mother finished speaking, my anger completely dissipated. For a moment, mother and son looked at each other, speechless, the atmosphere extremely awkward.

Time ticked by, and finally, I mustered my courage, grasped my mother's soft, white hand, and earnestly said, "Mom, I've had those kinds of thoughts about you for a long time, you should understand; I don't dare to hope for sex with you, after all, we're mother and son, but, Mom, I beg you, please forgive me for taking your underwear and stockings last time..." "Okay! Don't... don't say anymore..." My mother interrupted me and hugged me tightly. "Son, you're only 15, still young, you should focus on your studies! Don't think like that..." My mother earnestly advised me.

"Mom, actually... actually that day you and Old Wang next door..."

I wanted to admit my mistake to my mother, or rather, admit another mistake.

"Okay, okay, sweetie... Mom knows, don't mention it." Unexpectedly, my mother interrupted me again. It turned out that my mother already knew that I had been hiding in Old Wang's house that day, spying on them having sex.

Then, my mother instructed me, "I forgive you for everything, and I'll never give you a hard time again... But, Xiaowei, you have to promise me one thing." "I know, I know, I'll keep it a secret and not tell Dad." "Okay, you must remember that." After confronting my mother, that night, while my father was asleep, I quietly woke her up and led her to my room. Then, in front of her, I suddenly and mischievously took off my pajama bottoms and pulled out my penis. When my mother saw my swollen glans pointing at her, she thought her son was going to rape her and panicked, running away. Seeing this, I quickly stopped her, repeatedly telling her, "It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding," that I just wanted to masturbate.

After hearing my request, my mother pondered for a moment, her expression somewhat troubled. I knew she was struggling internally, after all, it was her own son, but time was of the essence, and her father next door could wake up at any moment… In the end, my mother had no choice but to agree to my request, forced to take off her pajamas and become completely naked… I looked at my mother's full breasts and smooth buttocks, lost in sexual fantasies, while rapidly masturbating.

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About a week later, Old Wang next door invited me to his house again, asking me to watch how he would play with and rape my mother.

This time, having already confronted my mother, I didn't need to hide in a corner to spy; instead, I sat openly to the side, witnessing Old Wang fucking my mother's cunt.

Before entering, Old Wang dawdled for a long time before coming out from the inner room to open the door for me. After I changed into slippers, he lit a cigarette, started pulling up his pants, and said that he had just had my mother give him a blowjob.

I nodded and asked, "Oh, where's my mom?"

Old Wang gestured with his chin and said, "She's still inside. Go check on her." With that, I went into the inner room. Sure enough, my mother was there, lying on the large bed, wearing a set of sexy lingerie.

In those days, sexy lingerie was quite rare, and the set my mother was wearing was even more provocative:

a sheer thong, an open bra revealing her nipples, brown fishnet stockings, and pointed high heels over ten centimeters high… Not only that, Old Wang had bound my mother's wrists and ankles tightly to the four bedposts with hemp rope, like tying up a dumpling.

Seeing me, my mother shook her head painfully, urging me to get out quickly! Don't look at her in such a shameful state!

Then I asked Old Wang, "What's going on? Why are you torturing my mother like this?" Old Wang smiled and said, "This is all for the guests who are coming later. Those sexy lingerie are too expensive; he can't afford them. The guests chipped in to order them from abroad." "Are there other people coming later?" I had no idea, and my heart pounded.

Ten minutes later, people started knocking on Old Wang's door. After we sat down, I counted about six or seven men, all unfamiliar faces, except for Old Wang's cousin who ran a butcher shop. I'll call him "Butcher Zheng" for now.

Once everyone was there, Old Wang led them into the inner room. Soon, the inner room became lively: the men quickly stripped naked, and seven or eight thick, powerful penises appeared in the room, the shortest being over ten centimeters long, all dangling in front of my mother.

My mother didn't dare look directly at the men, frowning and lying on her side. However, without realizing it, I saw my mother swallow hard. I could imagine how nervous she must have been; her heart must have been in her throat.

After a while, a man stood in front of her, his left hand gripping his already engorged penis, his right hand grabbing her hair and pulling hard, forcing her head towards his crotch.

My mother struggled for a long time, finally forced to bend down. She endured the pungent smell of the man's genitals, opened her mouth, and took the tip of his penis into her mouth, beginning to vigorously circle her tongue around it.

My mother's two large breasts, shaped like bells, hung down her chest. The man quickly began thrusting his hips, making large, sweeping motions in my mother's mouth. At the same time, other men pounced on her, kneading and fondling her breasts, sucking on her nipples and areolas.

Some men even buried their heads in my mother's crotch, their tongues penetrating her vagina, licking and sucking her overflowing, honey-like flesh. My mother trembled all over from his licking, moaning lasciviously as she actively increased the thrusting of the penis in her mouth.

The men swarmed around her, playing with my mother for nearly thirty minutes. Suddenly, Old Wang's cousin, Butcher Zheng, shouted, "Get off me, I'm going to fuck her!" So the men picked my mother up, made Butcher Zheng sit in the center of the bed, and then positioned my mother's moist vaginal opening against his glans, gently lowering her body. Immediately afterward, Butcher Zheng thrust his penis upward, and with a "plop," his entire penis slid into my mother's vagina.

Then, in full view of everyone, my mother straddled Butcher Zheng, forced to twist her fat buttocks up and down, letting his penis thrust in and out of her body. While enjoying the sensation of my mother's vaginal opening moving around him, Butcher Zheng held my mother's large, trembling breasts in his hands and pinched her erect nipples with his thumb and forefinger in turn.

At that moment, a strange man noticed me and lewdly asked, "Young man, why don't you go up and have some fun?" I was momentarily stunned, unsure how to answer. I couldn't very well tell him that the poor woman they were gang-raping was my mother. So I pretended to say, "It's alright, it's alright, you uncles and elders go ahead and have your fun, hehe!" "Hehe, young man, you look young, but you're quite sensible!" At this moment, my mother, who was being brutally fucked, heard my voice and her body visibly trembled. While continuing to bounce up and down, she managed to glance at me, her eyes filled with despair and helplessness.

After about a few hundred thrusts, the base of Zheng the Butcher's penis began to tremble violently and rhythmically; clearly, he was about to ejaculate. My mother immediately stopped bobbing, and a few seconds later, with a deep, muffled growl from the man, my mother's plump buttocks and perineum trembled slightly as she began to receive the semen that was gushing from his penis.

After Zheng the Butcher ejaculated, my mother was thrown aside. She was pale, her body trembling, and some thick semen was leaking from her vagina.

Then, before she could rest, another man came over, laid her flat on her back, and forced her to lift her legs and spread them wide. Once she was in a split, he thrust his penis deep into her vagina, pumping vigorously dozens of times. Then he straightened up, kneading her breasts and rubbing his scrotum against her labia and clitoris until he too ejaculated inside her. After he finished

, Zheng the Butcher, taking advantage of the others' inattention, disregarded the "rules of the game" and climbed back onto my mother's naked body, ready to have his way with her again. The other men who hadn't yet had sex with my mother were furious.

Immediately, several thick arms and large hands reached out and pulled my mother, who was lewdly assuming the "one-legged stance," off Zheng the butcher's half-erect penis... My mother's intense battle with these men continued until after 5 p.m. before finally ending. Before my father came home from work, the men had all ejaculated into my mother's uterus, fully venting their lust on her plump, mature body.

During this time, I stood silently watching from the side for several hours without uttering a single word.

After that day, Old Wang seemed to deliberately restrain himself, never visiting my mother again, nor inviting me to his house for drinks. While she

finally had a chance to "relax," my mother was filled with unease. Several times, when she came home at night, she didn't want to go anywhere, just sitting alone in the living room, silently watching television. I noticed her eyes were dull and lifeless, as if she had some unspeakable secret.

Sigh... Was my mother born a whore who could be ridden by thousands, or was she completely driven mad by those stinky men fucking her?

Until one day, my mother suddenly came to me absentmindedly and asked, "Why was I at Old Wang's house that day, and why did I see her being humiliated?" I replied, "Because Old Wang invited me, oh no, he tricked me into going." My mother was very puzzled and said, "Xiaowei, you're only a teenager, a minor! Why would Old Wang invite you to watch this?" I kept silent because the real reason was too embarrassing for me to say.

After a long pause, my mother asked me again how I felt when I saw her being raped naked. I replied, "I felt nothing, my mind went blank." Hearing this, my mother became angry and said sternly, "How could you, as your son, feel nothing when your own mother was humiliated like that? Were you scared? I'm your own mother! Why didn't you react at all?" I was at a loss for words. I lowered my head and whispered, "Actually, I wasn't scared at all; I was very excited, especially when I saw you naked, Mother." Hearing me say "excited," my mother could hardly believe her ears. Her own son, whom she had raised with such care, was actually excited to see her being gang-raped… After a brief silence, my mother sighed deeply and murmured, "It's all my fault, all my fault… It's all my fault." After saying this, my mother didn't say anything more, got up, and left the house. I didn't see her again for three years.

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