The process of a white-collar woman becoming a slut: from career woman to slut

From Career Woman to Slut

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(I)

I finally decided to write all of this down, to free myself. It was too tiring not to say it.

I first witnessed this scene ten years ago. I was only twelve years old then. I often went to my mother's workplace to play and got to know many of the uncles and aunts there. My mother was thirty-six years old at the time. Career women here don't pay much attention to their appearance, so they have a bit of extra weight. But my mother's skin was well-maintained. She had large breasts, a full bottom, and a slightly thick waist.

My mother was the accountant at her workplace. There were four people in her office. One of them, Uncle Guo, was very nice to me, and I also got along well with two other aunts.

There was also Uncle Wang in the finance office. He was very tall, about 1.85 meters, and very strong, with a full beard. He was also very familiar with me and liked to lift me up.

But one day after I got home, I heard my mother and father say that Uncle Wang had suddenly hugged her from behind at work that day, which scared her half to death. Back then, I didn't understand matters between men and women; it's all in the past now, but looking back, it was the root of everything.

It was probably autumn of that year. One day, when I went to her workplace, I ran into Uncle Guo in the hallway. He played with me for a while, then said he'd take me somewhere, so we went up to the fourth floor of the office building.
I should mention here that my mother's office was on the third floor; the fourth floor was the staff dormitory and activity room. Also, the workplace's restrooms were arranged in a peculiar way: the first and third floors were men's restrooms, while the second and fourth floors were women's restrooms.
Uncle Guo and Wang Jin—that's Uncle Wang—lived in the same dormitory. Because their homes were far away, they only came back once every month to a month and a half; they were both almost forty.

Uncle Guo took me into his dormitory. The room was very simple: two beds, some personal belongings, and a wardrobe. Uncle Guo opened the wardrobe, called me in, and told me not to make a sound no matter what I saw, that he would come back for me later. Then he closed the wardrobe and left. The handle on the wardrobe had come off, leaving a hole through which one could see outside.

I waited a while, but saw nothing, and started to get anxious. I needed to pee, so I went to open the door, but he had locked the wardrobe door, and I couldn't get out. Just as I was getting worried, I suddenly heard a woman's voice shout in the hallway outside, and then there was silence. I was startled; the voice sounded a bit like my mother's. Just as I was at a loss, I heard the dormitory door be kicked open with a bang, and a man carrying a woman ran in.

I looked closely, and oh my god, the man was Uncle Wang from the finance department, and the woman was my mother!

My mother seemed confused at this moment; she wasn't the kind and gentle mother I usually knew. Her hair was disheveled, and her face was flushed. Uncle Wang was panting heavily. He slammed the door shut as soon as he entered, ran to the bed, threw my mother on the bed, and pounced on her.

I was shocked. I felt that what Uncle Wang was doing was wrong, but I didn't know why. Yet, I felt inexplicably excited, and my heart raced.

Uncle Wang climbed on top of my mother, kissing her face and neck. Suddenly, I heard my mother murmur, "No...not today...my son is here..."

Uncle Wang, panting, said, "Xiao Zhu, don't...don't push me away anymore, please, just once today, okay? It's been over half a month and you haven't let me touch you, I...I'm about to burst..."

He then showered my mother with kisses, his hands groping inside her clothes. My mother started breathing heavily. Then Uncle Wang got off my mother, got out of bed, locked the door, and turned back to pull my mother, who had gotten up from the bed to leave, back onto the bed.

Now, thinking back, my mother and Uncle Wang probably had been together for a while, but I don't know how they got together.

Uncle Wang then started undressing my mother. My mother liked to wear women's suits, and Uncle Wang, trembling, unbuttoned her blouse and then pulled down her pants. My mother, almost unable to bear Uncle Wang's touching her, put her hands inside his pants.

Uncle Wang snorted, unbuckled Mom's belt, and with a forceful smear, pulled her pants down to her knees, revealing her dark pubic hair and plump, white legs. Uncle Wang grabbed Mom's buttocks and slipped his hand between her legs, groping her.

Mom let out a soft moan, which, though not loud, was enough to arouse a man's desire. Uncle Wang was indeed aroused; he sat up on Mom, took off his shirt, revealing a patch of chest hair and strong muscles.

Mom unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, revealing Uncle Wang's hairy legs, which were very sexy. At this moment, Mom kicked off her little leather boots, and Uncle Wang climbed back on top of Mom, pulling up her thermal underwear.

Women here don't wear bras; they wear a vest under their thermal underwear. He lifted Mom's vest and buried his head in her full breasts, kissing them.

By this time, Mom was already aroused by his teasing. She was holding his head and moaning, her legs wrapped around Uncle Wang's body, kicking wildly, her upper body twisting incessantly. Uncle Wang had one breast in each hand, kneading and pinching them. Mom's breasts were indeed full, each one the size of two steamed buns, the nipples a slightly purplish-red color.

Her round face was now covered in sweat, her short hair sticking to her face, and she could no longer speak, only moaning and panting. Before long, she couldn't hold back anymore, repeatedly crying out, "Old Wang, I can't take it anymore, come in quickly, do it, please, hurry, I can't take it anymore..."

Uncle Wang straightened up, pulled Mom's pants down from her ankles, sat on the bed, lifted Mom's legs and placed them on his shoulders. His penis was over six inches long, standing proudly and angrily facing Mom's dark forest.

He held his mother's leg with one hand and his penis with the other, thrusting forward. His mother cried out, "Ah!" as his penis gradually entered her. She made soft, labored sounds. After fully penetrating, Uncle Wang lifted his mother's legs and began to thrust violently.

With each thrust, his mother's moans and gasps came and went. She hooked her arms around his neck, her breasts heaving. They kissed, but their kisses were frequently interrupted by her cries. His
mother groaned and moaned, and Uncle Wang lowered his head to bite one of her nipples. She was experiencing intense pleasure; her legs were taut, her feet pointing skyward. Uncle Wang pressed down on her, thrusting repeatedly like a pile driver, leaving her lower body glistening with fluid.

Suddenly, Uncle Wang stopped, his penis still fully inside Mom's vagina. Mom involuntarily cried out, "No, don't stop!"

At that moment, Uncle Wang started moving his hips, grinding his large penis back and forth inside Mom's vagina. Mom instantly reached orgasm, letting out a scream as her body tensed, her arms and legs tightly gripping his strong body. Uncle Wang continued his relentless, violent thrusting into Mom's vagina. Mom lay on the bed like a limp rag doll, as if she had fainted.

After a while, Mom woke up. Uncle Wang flipped her over and penetrated her from behind. This position allowed for deeper penetration, and Mom quickly cried out again. Unable to support herself with her arms, she lay face down on the bed, her buttocks raised high.

Uncle Wang, supporting Mom's buttocks, thrust violently. Mom's cries grew louder and louder. Suddenly, they both screamed simultaneously. Uncle Wang grabbed Mom's buttocks, and they froze there for a long time before separating.
White fluid flowed from Mom's lower body, wetting her pubic area. The two of them collapsed there, completely exhausted.

About ten minutes later, Uncle Wang got up first, took a towel from the basin under the bed, and dried Mom's lower body, then dried himself as well. Mom sat up in bed, her face flushed, clearly still excited. She hugged Uncle Wang and they shared a long kiss.

Because it was so long ago, I can't remember what they said afterward. After they got dressed, Mom left first, and then Uncle Wang tidied the bed and left too.

It was then that I realized my penis was rock hard. Perhaps because I was so excited, I didn't even notice when Uncle Guo opened the door for me.

He asked what I had seen, and I instinctively replied that I hadn't seen anything. Uncle Guo grinned mischievously and asked if I really meant it. At the time, I couldn't understand why he let me see that, but now I realize it was because he also wanted to have sex with Mom, but she wouldn't let him.

(II)

Since that time I peeked into the closet, although I still only had a vague understanding of matters between men and women, I had a general idea of what it was all

about. My mother's excellent performance in bed and her shy, half-concealed charm made me yearn to see her again every day. For a while, I frantically searched for all kinds of information related to sex to enrich myself, but I didn't go to the video parlor to watch pornography because of my reputation as a "good boy." At that time, I was just beginning puberty. My own development also gave me some different thoughts and changes than before. At least compared to before, I developed a strong interest in sex.

At this time, my mother also achieved excellent results at work and was named an advanced worker in her unit, receiving a week's vacation and a reward of a company-funded trip to Guanting Reservoir. Of course, my mother didn't forget to take me with her. Also going with her were two uncles from her office, a young man named Li and a young man named Wang.

This young man Wang was naturally not the bearded Uncle Wang, but a young man in his late twenties with a very scholarly name, Wang Shusheng. Although he and Uncle Li weren't exactly handsome, they were still quite presentable, with fair skin and very upright features. Uncle Guo, who used to work in Mom's office, had been transferred and didn't go.
Our driver, Lao He, was in his forties, dark-skinned, thin, and wiry, and had a son about my age.
On the day of our departure, Mom specially wore a black dress and a short-sleeved white blouse, which she rarely wore. The hem of the white blouse was tucked into the black dress, and she cinched her waist, somewhat resembling Audrey Hepburn's look in "Roman Holiday."

This made her breasts stand out naturally and very noticeably. Her bra was black, subtly peeking through the white blouse; thinking about it now still makes one admire her. Although she wasn't particularly beautiful, and her age—37—had made her figure slightly plump, after this makeover, she resembled a lotus flower in summer, swaying gently in the breeze.

In the early 1990s, medium-sized companies like my mother's didn't have many nice cars, except for the manager's official car. That morning, the car that picked us up was a Beijing Jeep 2020, which could only seat the four of us besides the driver. Xiao Wang, Xiao Li, and I squeezed into the back, while my mother sat in the front passenger seat.
As the car started, I glanced at the calendar on the windshield; it was exactly six months since the "peeping incident," May 25th.

The car drove very fast, and my mother chatted and laughed with them. I responded with a few words, but secretly kept glancing at the driver, Lao He. When he knocked on the door to call us that morning, I noticed he paused when he saw my mother, which I secretly found amusing.

This guy's wife had been bedridden for years and couldn't have sex anymore, so seeing my mother looking so refreshed was naturally a big surprise. He had been trying his best to please my mother the whole way, his thieving eyes constantly darting over her, almost forgetting to watch where he was going, nearly having a close encounter with a Dongfeng truck. While everyone gasped in shock, he casually patted his mother's shoulder.

Before 8 a.m., the car arrived at the reservoir, but the sun was already blazing. We got out of the car, and Mom opened a parasol, leading me and the others to the shore to rent two small sampans. We boarded and rowed towards the island in the middle of the lake. Since it wasn't a public holiday, there were almost no tourists, and the farmers by the reservoir were all working in the fields. Only our two small boats floated on the vast expanse of water.

I pretended to want to listen to Xiao Li's story and insisted on sitting in one boat with him, leaving Mom, Lao He, and Xiao Wang in the second boat—she couldn't do anything about my antics anyway. I deliberately fought with Uncle Li for the oars, causing our boat to spin in circles for a long time, while Mom and Lao He's boat moved ahead. Only then did I stop my tantrum and let Uncle Li row.

This way, we were in the back and Mom and Lao He were in the front, so they could see everything that happened. I had painstakingly planned this whole thing to see my mother's antics, but I didn't know if Lao He would cooperate. On the surface, I acted like a carefree, first-timer, but my heart was pounding. I didn't hear a word Uncle Li said; my eyes were fixed on the boat ahead and my mother, who sat with her back to me.

Lao He was known for his witty banter. He'd been driving for years, traveling all over the country, and had countless anecdotes to tell. He'd already been telling them all the way in the car, and now he was going on and on to my mother, making her laugh so hard she was doubled over. It was clear Lao He was putting in a lot of effort today. I glanced at Uncle Li beside me, then at Uncle Wang on the boat not far away. They both had a hint of mockery in their eyes, as if they thought Lao He was wasting his time. But I hoped he would succeed.

At that moment, my mother, probably tired of laughing, swayed as she stood up from the small boat, opened her umbrella, and stretched. Perhaps it was fate, but suddenly a gust of wind blew across the water—not strong, but enough to make my mother's skirt flutter. And her skirt truly billowed up, like a black water lily suddenly blooming, flying all the way to my mother's waist. Her snow-white cotton thong, like the stamen of this water lily, peeked out from beneath her skirt.

The gust of wind also stirred up a gentle wave, rippling across the lake and causing the small boat to sway slightly from side to side. My mother lost her balance, cried out, and twisted her body to maintain her equilibrium, the umbrella fluttering in her hand. The twisting of her waist caused her skirt to billow even more wildly in the wind, making her appear like a pure lotus flower dancing in the breeze on the azure lake.

This enchanting scene was breathtaking. The three men, plus me, a little child, were all captivated at that moment. For a while, we sat there, stunned, watching my mother cry out and twist her body, as if watching a ballet dancer perform on stage.

Of the four of us, Lao He was closest, and because he was looking up, he saw the most and was the first to react. He snapped out of his daze and shouted, "Don't move!" He stood up, his hand quickly slipping under his mother's still-fallen skirt and past her white panties, then pulling her up to her waist to help her balance. I could clearly see the top of his head beneath her breasts.

He straightened up, grabbed one of his mother's delicate arms, and held her tightly. The boat was still rocking, and the two of them were pressed together, his mother's full breasts against his chest, their faces close together. His mother flinched and twisted her waist, trying to break free from his grasp, but she couldn't, so she had no choice but to let him help her sit on the boat. Only then did he lift his face from his mother's hairline. I saw a flicker of excitement across his face; he must have had his fill of his mother's hair and breast scent. Even if it didn't intoxicate him, it was enough to keep him savoring it for days.

I urged Uncle Li to row quickly to Mom's boat and shouted, "Mom, are you alright?"
Uncle Li also shouted, "Sister Zhu, are you alright?"

Mom was still shaken, her face pale with fright, but because of Lao He's actions, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, making her complexion rosy. At this moment, the lotus flower transformed into a delicate morning glory, panting slightly, waving to me and saying, "I'm alright... I'm alright, I was so scared." She then let out a long breath.
Although the lake was large, it only took 20 minutes to row to the island in the middle. Nothing happened for the rest of the journey; the two small boats darted across the water like arrows, heading straight for the island. Lao He continued to tell Mom jokes, and although Mom continued to laugh heartily, she didn't utter a single word of thanks to Lao He for saving her.

Soon we reached the shore, tied up our small boat, and walked along the path towards the pavilion hidden deep in the woods. Mom led the way, while Lao He, though eager to talk to her, was completely ignored and walked ahead with Xiao Wang and Xiao Li.

The island in the lake resembled a small hill, appearing small from a distance, but this was only due to its size relative to the water's surface; it was actually about a square kilometer in size. The island was lush with trees and green grass, and had a large pavilion—a perfect place to cool off.

We rested in the pavilion for a while, then Uncle Wang and Uncle Li took out their fishing gear and said they were going fishing. I was overjoyed and insisted on going with them, but Mom sternly forbade me, saying she was afraid I would cause trouble. Mom always indulged me, and I knew she was worried that if I went, something might happen to her and Lao He if they stayed behind. Little did she know that I secretly hoped something would happen to them.

Just as I was about to resort to my last resort—a dramatic cry to force him to go—Old He came over and also advised me not to go. I was taken aback. I was creating an opportunity for him, so why was he turning around and rejecting it? Suddenly, it dawned on me: he wanted me to be a third wheel to avoid any awkwardness at the pavilion. So I stopped making a fuss and pretended to be obedient as I returned to my mother's side.

Xiao Wang and Xiao Li disappeared behind the trees, leaving only my mother, Old He, and me on the pavilion. I pretended to read a comic book, stealing glances at my mother and Old He, but after a while, I would move away a little further away. Before long, I was more than ten meters away from them.

With me there, Old He freely fawned over my mother. It was then that I realized my mother had actually been putting on a show for Xiao Wang and Xiao Li to prevent them from gossiping. In fact, she didn't dislike Old He.
Sometimes when he told dirty jokes, she didn't mind; instead, she would laugh along.

Seeing that the time was right, I slowly moved to the edge of the woods, then turned back and shouted towards the pavilion, "Mom, I'm watching the fishing!" Mom was engrossed in talking with Lao He, and waved to me. I dashed into the woods, leaning against a willow tree, feeling drenched in sweat and my heart pounding.

Calming myself a little, I circled the island's paths, intending to find Xiao Wang and Xiao Li fishing. I figured Mom and Lao He wouldn't make any progress for a while, so watching them fish in the meantime was fine. But I wandered around the shore for ages without seeing where the two fishermen had gone, and the sun was getting stronger.

I hid in the woods, digging into ant holes while keeping track of time. After digging into four ant holes, I estimated that things were about 70-80% done, so I tiptoed back towards the pavilion, quickly disappearing into the woods next to it.

I approached the pavilion with extra caution, when suddenly I felt my foot trip and nearly fell. Looking closer, I saw a folded fishing rod. Scanning the surroundings, I spotted a landing net and a bucket lying on the ground, and their owners—Xiao Wang and Xiao Li—lying motionless in the grass, staring intently in the direction of the pavilion. So these two were thinking the same thing as me.

I chuckled inwardly and quietly walked over. Hearing someone approach, they looked at me with a flicker of alarm. I smiled, put my finger to my lips and shushed them, whispering, "Don't make a sound, we're on the same side."

Uncle Xiao Wang forced a smile, beckoned me to lie down beside him, and whispered, "Whatever you see, don't tell anyone, understand?"

I laughed and said, "Don't worry, haven't you figured out what I've done yet?"

Uncle Xiao Li playfully flicked my nose, "Little rascal, you've developed quite early."
I chuckled and said nothing more. The tall grass in this area was more than half a person's height, and with the shade of the trees, the three of us, lying here, were less than 10 meters from the pavilion. From the pavilion, they couldn't see anything here, but from here, they had a clear view of the pavilion.

At this moment, Lao He had moved from opposite my mother to sit next to her. My mother's face was flushed; I couldn't tell if it was from the heat or something else on her mind. Uncle Lao He hadn't wasted the opportunity I'd created for him!
Sweat dripped from my head to my chin, then onto the ground. I silently pleaded: "Hurry, Uncle Lao He, hurry, please, for my sake, hurry!" I looked at Xiao Li and Xiao Wang; their expressions were a mixture of excitement and anxiety, as if they wanted to rush up and strip my mother naked.

Suddenly, I saw Lao He move closer to my mother. They were already close, and this move brought them right next to each other. My mother subtly shifted to one side, but didn't actually move. Seeing that his mother tacitly approved of his actions, Lao He grew bolder. He leaned closer, his lips almost touching her face, and whispered something to her. His mother didn't look away. These two actions thrilled me; I knew Lao He was about to succeed.

Sure enough, I saw Lao He's hand slowly move from his leg to hers. I held my breath, too afraid to move, watching the hand's movement. The distance between his leg and my mother's leg was only a few centimeters, yet it felt like kilometers. Finally, the hand crossed that final centimeter, reaching its destination—the other hand, my mother's hand, a fair and warm hand resting on her thigh.

My mother shuddered, looking up at Lao He. He was also staring at her, and that gaze made her blush, like a shy mimosa gently touched. She lowered her head, her hand still clasped in Lao He's.

Suddenly, Lao He pulled her close. She didn't resist, brushing a few strands of sweat-dampened hair behind her ear and tilting her head back, waiting. Four lips met in an instant. They embraced tightly, kissing passionately, their heads and necks intertwined like a male and female beast, wishing they could meld into each other. I lay in the grass, watching them, imagining their tongues entwined like snakes in the space between their mouths, teeth gently biting, their breaths mingling. My blood surged.

Large patches of sweat seeped through their clothes. Old He's hands roamed over Mother's body, exploring, each gentle touch sending her trembling. Mother leaned softly against Old He, her hands supporting his head, preventing his lips from leaving hers. Old He lifted Mother onto his lap, Mother straddling him, her legs wrapped around his waist, their bodies intertwined like their tongues.

The long kiss seemed endless. I glanced at Xiao Wang, clutching a handful of dirt, his face frozen in a single expression. I looked at Xiao Li, his face normal, but his hand was already inside his pants. I turned around and stared at the pair of lovers seven or eight meters away. They were still locked in a long kiss,

but Lao He's hand gradually slipped under my mother's waistband. My mother seemed to sense something, and she stretched out her arms slightly, trying to push Lao He away, but he held her tightly, and even picked her up. He walked towards us. My throat tightened. Lao He carried my mother out of the pavilion and to a spot four or five meters away from us, gently placing her on the soft, velvety grass. From beginning to end, her legs were tightly wrapped around Lao He's waist, only now loosening. We could faintly hear their panting.

Like Yu Zhan'ao in "Red Sorghum," Lao He knelt between my mother's legs, and my mother, like Jiu'er, smiled, watching everything Lao He did, watching him lift her skirt, burying his head deep in her cleavage, breathing in her orchid-like fragrance; watching him caress her smooth, silk-stockinged legs, rubbing his face against them. Watching him push aside the cloth covering the entrance, he kneaded the small yellow bean-like opening with two fingers and gently blew air into it. With

each change in the pressure of his hand, his mother's body trembled, and she let out a soft moan. He inserted two fingers into his mother's vagina, rotating and probing. His mother opened her mouth wide, squeezing out a hoarse cry from deep within her throat. When he withdrew his fingers, in the sunlight, his mother's vaginal fluid glistened on his fingers.

Old He held down one of his mother's legs with one hand, parted the dark forest beneath her white panties with his nose, and brought his mouth to her dark red labia, sucking as if it were her mouth giving him a long kiss. His mother's body, under intense stimulation, had long since lost control, involuntarily twisting and turning. Her legs kicked wildly under Old He's hands, hindering his sucking, so he pressed down even harder, causing her pleasure to accumulate within her body with nowhere to be released. Finally, she couldn't help but groan loudly.

"Dear brother, hold me... hold me... I feel so uncomfortable..." his mother moaned, hugging Old He's head and pulling him up.

Old He released his mother's legs, climbed on top of her, and tremblingly unbuttoned her white short-sleeved top, revealing a black, lace-trimmed bra. His hand slipped under the bra, flipped open the cups, and two white, full breasts jumped out like doves.

A glint of madness flashed in his eyes. He growled and gripped his mother's breasts tightly in his large, bronze hands, one in each hand, as if afraid they might suddenly fly away. The breasts softened and deformed in his grasp, but the large, purplish-red nipples stood proudly erect. Old He lowered his head, biting one of his mother's nipples and gently shaking it.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh…" his mother cried out joyfully, turning over and reaching behind her back to unhook her bra, throwing it aside. Unlike last time, this time, not caring if anyone heard, her cries were exceptionally loud, exceptionally lewd, exceptionally shameless.

"Give your sister a little scratch... scratch... sister can't take it anymore... brother will scratch your sister a little scratch... not here... it's here... yes... right here... scratch quickly... oh... oh... oh... oh... so good... brother, you're so good... I want your penis... brother's big penis... rub... rub quickly... rub hard... rub it raw..." Mom was incoherent, struggling under Lao He.

Lao He rubbed Mom's breasts with one hand, and with the other hand, he was scratching her vulva inside her panties. Mom's legs were wide open, but her hands were groping to take off Lao He's pants. Lao He simply sat up, took off his shirt, revealing his strong muscles, and took off his pants, but it took him a little effort to take off his underwear because his penis was already erect and throbbing.

When he finally took it off, I almost cried out. It was huge! It was slightly smaller in diameter than that Uncle Wang's, but its length was even greater. His penis, which hadn't been used in a long time, was now as hard as iron, eager to thrust into her honey hole.

Mom lay on the ground, her phoenix eyes half-closed, waiting. Lao He lifted Mom's buttocks, and along with her underwear, untied and pulled down her skirt. Instantly, Mom's snow-white skin shone brightly in the sunlight, a stark contrast to Lao He's dark and thin figure; she was full-figured and radiant with vitality.

Lao He put his penis into Mom's mouth, and she immediately grabbed it and began sucking, her head shaking wildly. Lao He straddled her, and the two switched to a 69 position, performing oral sex on each other. This was the first time I had ever seen Mom perform oral sex on someone else. Lao He's dark penis and red glans moved like a dragon between Mom's pearly teeth. After sucking for a while, Mom placed it between her breasts, squeezed it with her hands, and slowly moved it up and down.

Perhaps because she hadn't had sex in so long, after Mom squeezed it with her breasts a few times, it suddenly trembled, and then a thick stream of semen spurted out, hitting Mom's face, followed by several more streams, spraying her head and face. Mom instinctively wiped her face, instantly finding it covered in a white layer of semen.
This was completely unexpected for Lao He. He turned around, his face full of guilt, about to apologize to his mother, but she waved her hand, smiling to indicate that it wasn't necessary. She took his still-dripping penis into her pink lips and began to suck and swallow. Soon, it was erect again. Only then did Mom release his penis, lying spread-eagled on the grass, closing her eyes to indicate that he was done.

Lao He crawled on all fours like a dog, his penis dangling beneath him. He lifted one of his mother's legs, hoisting it onto his shoulder, and spread her vulva with his hand. With his other hand, he grasped his penis, aimed it at the entrance of her vagina, and gently thrust forward. The large glans slowly squeezed in, and Mom let out a long moan until his penis was fully inside.

Lao He slowly pumped in and out a few times, each time accompanied by a long moan and gasp from his mother. As the frequency gradually increased, Mom's moans became shorter. Suddenly, Lao He thrust his hips forward and began to pump violently.
Mom immediately screamed wildly, "Fuck me to death... ah... ah... ah... ah... fuck... fuck... it hurts so much... brother... good cock... big cock... fuck me... ah..." Her body was like a tattered sack, being tossed around by Lao He, while her lower body was intertwined with his, inseparable.

Old He's upper body was bent backward, panting heavily, letting out low growls: "Little Zhu...you're so good...you're so tight...so comfortable..."

"Comfortable? If it's comfortable, then fuck me a little longer...fuck it until it's raw...mmm~mmm~mmm~mmm..."
"Fuck...fuck...fuck...Little Zhu...say I'll fuck you for the rest of my life..."

"Brother, fuck me for the rest of my life...Brother He, fuck me for the rest of my life...fuck me until I die and come back to life...let you fuck me every day...fuck me every month...ah...ah..." This lewd moaning was unforgettable, loud enough for the farmers working in the distant lakeside village to hear.

Last time I only saw my mother showing off her skills in the cupboard, this time it was her true colors, her real skills. But what I couldn't understand was how my mother had become so lewd after half a year. Knowing her as I do, she and Uncle Wang Jin had been dating for a long time, how could their feelings be so weak, letting someone else seduce her so easily.
To be honest, when I created this opportunity for Lao He, I didn't expect him to actually succeed. Initially, I just wanted to see how people seduce women; how it turned out this way was a completely unexpected surprise. And now, it's all become an unsolvable mystery in my mind.

In the short time I was lost in thought, Lao He and my mother had changed positions. Lao He sat on the ground, holding my mother in his arms, his penis penetrating her from below. My mother rode on top of Lao He, sweating profusely as she moved up and down, her two plump, white breasts bouncing like little rabbits, quite adorable. Their lips met, sharing a long kiss, without any moans, only soft groans and the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh, unusually loud on the quiet island.

My mouth went dry, and I couldn't help but lick my lips. The scene before me was far more stimulating than reading any sex education book! Einstein's theory of relativity says that sitting next to a beautiful girl for an hour feels like sitting for ten minutes.
I felt the same way watching my mother being fucked; although it was just monotonous in-and-out movements, I didn't find it boring at all.
They did this for an unknown amount of time, with the woman on top of the man. Old He whispered to his mother, "Is this okay?"
His mother, unable to speak, only nodded.

Old He lifted her off him, making her lie face down, her round buttocks raised high in a doggy-style position. The dark red opening of her vulva, ravaged by countless thrusts, was faintly visible in the darkness.
Old He knelt behind her, patted her buttocks with his large hands, and, supporting her buttocks, inserted his penis into her vagina. With a thrust of his hips, he began to pump rapidly, moaning softly with his eyes closed.

His mother groaned loudly, only managing to utter two words: "Brother, brother, brother, brother, brother, brother, brother, brother, brother, brother, brother, brother..." She called out "brother" countless times, her voice initially very soft, gradually increasing in volume as Old He's thrusting intensified, until it became a frantic scream. Then it gradually subsided, before rising again to a loud cry.

This repeated several times. Then, Lao He suddenly lunged forward. Mom cried out, "Brother!" and fell silent. The two were locked in a mating embrace, Lao He holding Mom's buttocks. Mom lay on the ground, panting heavily, her face flushed. After about three or four minutes, they finally had the strength to separate. They lay on the ground, arms and legs outstretched, naked, staring at the sky, still silent. White semen flowed from Mom's lower body and Lao He's penis, dripping onto the ground.

This battle had left me breathless. I quietly crawled out of the tall grass into the woods, away from Xiao Wang and Xiao Li. My own penis was already painfully hard. I found a secluded spot by the lake, took off my pants, and masturbated. Finally, I could breathe a sigh of relief, only then realizing my clothes were soaked with sweat.

I strolled along the lake and ran into Xiao Wang and Xiao Li again. This time they were genuinely fishing. Seeing me, they exchanged knowing smiles. Xiao Li tossed me a little turtle he'd just caught to play with. I sneered inwardly, knowing he was mocking my mother for being taken advantage of, and that he himself was the "little turtle." I didn't call him out, and just took the turtle to the woods to play with it.

A little while later, I heard my mother calling us for lunch. I answered, threw the turtle away, and slowly walked back to the pavilion. My mother and Lao He had already spread out a plastic sheet, laid out drinks, beer, and food, and we sat down to eat.

While we ate, I kept observing my mother and Lao He. My mother reverted to her usual professional woman persona, treating the three men like ordinary friends, without revealing anything. Lao He didn't do anything else either.
If I hadn't witnessed it myself, if it weren't for my mother's slightly disheveled hair, who could tell they had just had a passionate, intense sexual encounter?

I originally thought that was the end of it, but what happened later proved that I was still just a child then, too naive about the adult world.

After lunch, we spread out a plastic sheet in the shade of the trees and the pavilion for a nap. I lay beside my mother, unable to fall asleep. My mind was filled with images of her and Lao He's physical struggle, and my penis involuntarily became erect again.

I heard her soft snoring, so I quietly got up, tiptoed out of the pavilion, and went to the woods to look for my abandoned little turtle, but I couldn't find it anywhere. The initial excitement quickly faded, replaced by disappointment and boredom; I just wanted to go home as soon as possible. Looking at the sun, it was still high noon, and I regretted coming here. Bored, I returned to the pavilion, grabbed a few comic books, and walked to a lakeshore far from them, reading comics and skipping pebbles on the water.

After finishing the comics, my arms were tired, so I swung them back, wondering what excuse I could come up with to get them to go home sooner. Just as I reached a spot not far from the pavilion, I suddenly heard a woman's moans. I was startled, then a surge of joy filled my heart. It was definitely Mom and Lao He up again. Seeing that my hiding place from this morning wasn't far, I tiptoed over, crawled through the grass to the clumps of tall grass, and peered into the pavilion. Sure enough, Mom and Lao He were enjoying their tryst again when no one was around.

Lao He lay on the pavilion bench, holding Mom to his chest, his penis inside her vagina from behind. They moved rhythmically on the bench, reaching a deep penetration. Mom occasionally turned to kiss Lao He, whose large hands cupped her full breasts, kneading them until her nipples stood erect.

Lao He leered, "Little Zhu, why are your nipples so hard?"

Mom laughed wantonly, "Not as hard as your penis." Lao He pressed his fingers against her nipples, pressing them down only to have them spring back up, and they both laughed lewdly. Lao He thrust harder into Mom a few more times, and she cried out loudly.

Suddenly someone said, "Sister Zhu, why are you laughing so happily?"

Upon hearing this, Mom's face changed abruptly. She jumped up from Lao He's lap, grabbed some clothes to cover herself, and Lao He also stood up. From the other side of the woods, two naked men emerged. I was stunned, then almost cried out—weren't those Xiao Wang and Xiao Li? They were completely naked, walking towards the pavilion, their erect penises seemingly mockingly displaying their power.

Mom turned her back, nestled in Lao He's arms, and sobbed softly. Old He, holding his mother, saw Xiao Wang and Xiao Li approaching and coldly asked, "What do you want?"

Xiao Wang sneered, "Old He, we all know that Sister Zhu is Wang Jin's woman. If you dare to sleep with his woman here, I only need to tell him when we get back, and you'll be skinned alive, if not dead. Sister Zhu and Wang Jin will be fine once they've taken their pants off, but you won't escape responsibility."

Xiao Li also said coldly, "Sister Zhu, don't pretend. I know you and Wang Jin had a fight. You seduced Old He just to get revenge on Wang Jin, didn't you? Even though you had a one-night stand with Wang Jin, you know his temper. He might get you too."

Old He shuddered and looked down at his mother in his arms. Mom turned away from Lao He's arms, tears streaming down her face, but she still calmly asked, "Let's be frank, what do you want?"

Xiao Wang chuckled dryly, "Sister Zhu, isn't that redundant? What more could we want? We've wanted you for a long time, but because of Wang Jin, we haven't had the guts. If you sleep with us tonight, we'll be in the same boat. Heaven and earth know what happened today, you know, and I know. We won't divulge a single word. Is that alright?"

Although Lao He was lustful, he was a coward. Hearing Xiao Wang's threat, he felt a little uneasy. He exchanged a glance with Mom, who looked at him, lowered her head, buried her face in his chest, and gently nodded, blushing shyly.

Xiao Wang and Xiao Li cheered and rushed forward to pull Mom out of Lao He's arms. Mom let out a soft "Ah," and stopped resisting. Xiao Li grabbed his mother's arm, making her bend over and hug his waist, her mouth taking his penis in her mouth while her buttocks sticking out. Xiao Wang, who had been waiting for this, grabbed his mother's waist from behind, shouting, "Sister Zhu, I've missed you so much! Today I'm going to fuck you properly!"

His mother, with Xiao Li's penis in her mouth, couldn't speak, only nodding with soft "mmm." Xiao Wang raised his large penis and thrust it into his mother's vagina from behind. His mother shuddered, and Xiao Wang began thrusting rapidly, making her breasts sway in the air. Lao He watched from the side, unwilling to accept this. Just moments ago, she was his woman, and now she was being used by someone else. He strode over to his mother, took one of her hands, and placed it on his penis. His mother immediately and instinctively began to stroke it.

Just like that, in the blink of an eye, his mother had become the shared plaything of three men—something I never dreamed of. I felt a mix of regret for giving Lao He this opportunity and a stronger surge of stimulation coursing through my brain.

Watching my mother being attacked from three sides, I suddenly realized she didn't dislike it; in fact, she seemed even more excited.
I wondered if it was because she wanted revenge on Wang Jin, which was why she was having sex with so many people, especially in this kind of group sex. The heavy breathing of the three men and the soft moans of a woman, along with the cicadas chirping in the trees, intertwined to create a strange symphony of sex.

After the three men had been having sex with my mother for a while, Xiao Li said, "This is boring, let's try something different." Xiao Wang hadn't ejaculated yet and was unwilling to pull out, but Xiao Li had already pulled his penis out of my mother's mouth. He gave Lao He a wink, and the two of them immediately lifted my mother up and laid her flat on the ground. My mother let out a long breath; Xiao Li's penis was too big, almost suffocating her.

Xiao Li and Lao He spread my mother's legs apart, one on each side, making it look like rape. Xiao Wang immediately became excited, pounced on my mother, held her hands down, and began to thrust violently into her.
My mother groaned loudly, but the previous moans were gone, making it even more intoxicating, as if a young girl was experiencing her first time. She twisted her lower body to meet Xiao Wang's movements, and Xiao Wang, feeling comfortable, raised his head and cried out in a hoarse voice, "Sister Zhu, you...you...are so great...I want to fly...I want to fly...ah...ah..." Xiao Wang's buttocks moved wildly for a while, and finally he lay still on his mother's body.

Next, Xiao Li and Lao He took turns, and finally, the three of them sat on the ground. My mother wrapped her legs around Xiao Wang's waist, held Xiao Li's penis in one hand, and had Lao He's penis in her mouth. The three of them simultaneously began to penetrate my mother's vagina, mouth, and hand. My mother was wrapped in the middle like dumpling filling, trembling all over, unable to even scream. Moreover, the three of them ejaculated almost simultaneously, and three streams of semen shot into my mother's mouth, hand, and lower body.

After they finished, the four of them collapsed on the ground, too exhausted to even put on their clothes, yet they were still joking and making fun of my mother.

Xiao Wang laughed, "I'd be willing to let Wang Jin kill me tomorrow if I could sleep with Sister Zhu."

Xiao Li also laughed, "I'm not afraid of Wang Jin killing me, I'm just afraid he'll cut off my penis, and I'll only be able to look at Sister Zhu for the rest of my life without being able to sleep with her. That would be worse than death."

Mom playfully slapped him, saying, "Get lost."

The slap landed right on his penis, though it wasn't very hard, but Xiao Li clutched his genitals and rolled on the ground, pretending to cry, "Ouch, ouch, Sister Zhu, you broke my penis! No one will be able to sleep with you like this anymore, so you'll cry!"

Everyone burst into laughter. It wasn't until the sun was setting that they got dressed. Mom called me back, and I walked around in circles and came out from the other side. Everyone packed up their things and rowed back to shore. After paying the boat rental fee, we got into the car to go home. At this point, I played another little trick, insisting on sitting in the front passenger seat, leaving Mom, Xiao Li, and Xiao Wang to squeeze into the back. Actually, I just wanted to see what would happen between them.
Sure enough, not long after I started driving, I heard a slight commotion behind me. I knew in my heart that they had indeed done it. Because I'm short, I couldn't see what was happening in the back seat reflected in the rearview mirror, and I couldn't turn around to look.

Just as I was getting anxious, Lao He turned the rearview mirror towards me, so I could see my mother sandwiched between Xiao Wang and Xiao Li in the back seat. One of them had his hand inside her skirt, while the other had his hand inside the collar of her short-sleeved white blouse, groping her. My mother's face was flushed, and she was biting her lip to suppress a moan, but her body was involuntarily twisting slightly. Xiao Wang and Xiao Li were leering, occasionally kissing my mother's tender cheek.

I froze. Lao He turned around and gave me a wicked grin. Suddenly, I understood everything. He had known everything all along; he had only used me to help him. Even this scene of three men gang-raping my mother was probably planned by him, Xiao Wang, and Xiao Li. And he knew perfectly well that I had been spying on them having sex.

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