My mother is an adult novelist

Late at night, Mom sat alone at her laptop, typing away.

"Mom, aren't you going to sleep?" "Sweetie, you go to sleep first. Mom's writing a little longer." My mother is a novelist; her pen name is Siyu, and her real name is Tian Siqi. She's written many books. Although I'm still in high school and haven't read any of her books, I know many people like her novels because we often receive letters from her fans.

During holidays, Mom rents a house in the countryside and lives with me there. This rural place is far from the county town where we live. Mom says she needs inspiration to write, and she finds inspiration here. I don't understand what she means by inspiration, but every holiday, I obediently come to this rural place with Mom.

Mom came over, pulled the blanket up for me, and then went back to her desk to continue writing her novel.

I looked at Mom's soft silhouette under the lamplight and fell into a deep sleep. I

quickly flipped through the pages to look at the next picture of Mom.

I saw the woodshed, and I saw Aunt Liu and Liu Dongjia helping to hang my mother there. My mother didn't seem unwilling; instead, she seemed to be instructing Aunt Liu and Liu Dongjia on how to tie herself up.

Why did my mother do this… Why had my mother had relationships with so many men? What kind of woman was my mother?

I ejaculated, my semen soaking my pants, leaving a large wet patch on the front… At noon, my mother came back to the house. I sat on a stool, staring blankly at her as she walked in. Seeing her swaying hips as she walked, I remembered last night when she was naked, squatting on the ground with her back to me. My penis became erect again.

My mother cooked lunch for me. She noticed a large wet stain on my pants and asked, "How did this happen?" Seeing her eyes fixed on my crotch, I instantly blushed to the roots of my neck and quickly explained, "I got splashed with water while washing my hands." My mother smiled and shook her head, then came over to help me take off my pants. I held onto my underwear with both hands and said to her, "I can do it myself." Seeing my panicked expression, my mother, unaware of my guilty conscience, laughed and said, "Little Yu has grown up, he knows how to be shy now." I ran to the bedside, turned my back to my mother, and took off my pants. I vigorously wiped the semen stains off them before handing them to her. My mother didn't see my underwear; she didn't know that it was actually wetter than my outer pants. I didn't dare let her see my semen-stained underwear and kept covering my crotch with my hands.

After washing the pants outside, my mother came back inside and told me to eat by myself. She then lay down on the bed to rest. I knew she had been writing late into the night, barely sleeping, and must be exhausted.

Seeing my mother fast asleep, I tiptoed to her side. Her body exuded a uniquely feminine fragrance, a scent I'd never noticed before, but now it stirred an urge to hold her. Her eyes were

closed, her breathing even; she seemed to be sleeping soundly. She was wearing the coarse cloth clothes Aunt Liu had lent her, and flesh-colored short stockings. I moved closer to her feet and sniffed deeply. Her feet didn't have the odor of sweaty feet; instead, they smelled like her body—a mature woman's fragrance. I couldn't help but bring my nose a little closer, and suddenly, emboldened, I took one of her toes, beneath the dark stocking, into my mouth. Her toes were soft and supple, and the delicate texture of the stockings made them incredibly delicious. I found myself sucking on her toes like a baby nursing.

Mom seemed to sense something; she subtly pulled her foot back. Startled by her movement, I dared not be any further inappropriate. I went back to the table, eating the food Mom had cooked while watching her asleep in bed.

Mom slept until the afternoon when Liu Dongjia came to knock on the door. I was playing video games in the room when I heard him knock, so I ran to open it. Liu Dongjia stood in the doorway and asked, "Is your mother home?" I replied, "My mother is sleeping." Hearing that my mother was sleeping, Liu Dongjia's face showed a troubled expression. But then, I heard Mom's voice from inside the room: "Who is it?" She seemed to have woken up.

Mom got out of bed, walked to the door, saw Liu Dongjia, and gave him a charming smile. Liu Dongjia looked at Mom, and his old face flushed red.

"Is there something you need?" "Teacher Tian, are you free right now?" I had asked my mother why Mr. Liu and Aunt Liu both liked to call her "teacher." My mother said that Mr. Liu and Aunt Liu were both pitiful and had never been to school, so they liked to call people more educated than themselves "teacher.

" My mother replied to Mr. Liu, "I'm free now. I'll come over after I comb my hair." Mr. Liu agreed, his expression seemingly very happy and excited.

I didn't know what Mr. Liu wanted my mother to do. After closing the door, my mother tidied her hair in front of the mirror, then told me to wait for her in the house before leaving.

I peered out the window and saw my mother walk towards Mr. Liu's house. At that moment, I felt an urge to follow her. So, after making up my mind, I climbed out of the window and then closed it slightly. I didn't have the house key, so I would have to climb back in through this window when I got home.

I went outside and slowly approached Liu Dong's house. Just as I was about to get close, the door suddenly opened, and my mother and Liu Dong came out.

I quickly darted into a corner and hid behind a pile of firewood.

Liu Dong led my mother out of the yard, and I immediately followed them.

The village was quite large, and Liu Dong led my mother through several turns before arriving at a courtyard.

I hid behind a low wall not far from them and saw my mother and Liu Dong standing at the courtyard gate. Liu Dong said something to my mother, and she seemed a little hesitant as she began to undress. Liu Dong's eyes were fixed on my mother, and the muscles in his face seemed to tremble.

The mother took off her clothes and shoes, handing them to Liu Dongjia. She was now only wearing short stockings. Liu Dongjia took the clothes, and the mother slowly squatted down, facing the courtyard gate with her naked body. She spread her legs, stood on tiptoe, and thrust her round, pert buttocks forward. She simultaneously reached her hands to her crotch, pinching each of her tender labia, pulling them apart to reveal her wet, exposed vulva.

"Open the door! Open the door!" Liu Dongjia pounded on the wooden courtyard gate, the sound echoing loudly.

Soon, a country man of similar appearance to Liu Dongjia opened the door, followed by several other country men who seemed to be waiting for him.

Liu Dongjia, seeing the group of men standing smugly before him, said, "Take a good look! Open your eyes wide!" The men followed Liu Dongjia's gaze and saw the naked mother squatting on the ground.

They almost simultaneously gaped, seemingly unable to believe what they were seeing.

Liu Dongjia held out his palms to the men and shouted, "See that? Give me the money! Give me the money!" One of the men swallowed hard, his voice trembling with excitement, "You...you're Teacher Tian!" The mother, seemingly shy and unable to meet their gazes, turned her pretty face to the side and nodded gently.

Liu Dongjia said, "Hurry up and pay, stop talking nonsense." "Let me see more clearly!" The man squatted down, his eyes fixed on the mother's naked body, looking down from her chest to her genitals. He pinched her labia with his fingers, pulling them apart, revealing the vaginal opening that was originally hidden between her labia. Under the man's gaze, the vaginal opening contracted nervously, and a thin stream of clear fluid flowed from the mother's vaginal cavity, dripping down her buttocks and onto the ground.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and give us the money!" Liu Dongjia stretched out his hand in front of the men, urging them to pay. Several men pulled out coins from their pockets and handed them to Liu Dongjia. As they paid, their eyes kept wandering towards my mother, greedily staring at her naked body.

The man who had been squatting on the ground looking at my mother also took out money from his pocket. Just as he was about to hand it to Liu Dongjia, my mother blushed and said, "I'm participating in your winnings, won't you share some with me?" The farmer stared blankly at my mother, repeatedly saying, "Yes, yes." He then seemed to want to stuff the money in his hand into my mother's hand.

My mother said, "I don't have hands to hold it." As she spoke, my mother gave the man a seductive look. I saw my mother at this moment, her gaze sweeping over the men who were staring at her naked body. The expression on her face seemed to blush slightly because of their foolish looks. I guessed that at this moment, my mother must have thought that these honest farmers were even more cowardly than she was.

The farmer held the money, unsure how to give it to his mother. His mother's gaze was fixed on him, then shifted to her genitals. The farmer seemed to understand her meaning; he coughed heavily, then crumpled the money into a ball and stuffed it into her vagina.

As she watched the farmer slowly insert the money into her opening, her fingers trembled slightly as she pinched her labia. The moment the money entered her cavity, she arched her hips to meet it, as if welcoming a man's thrusting motion. Meanwhile,

Liu Dongjia, having won money, hummed a little tune as he walked home with his mother.

Liu Dongjia: "Teacher Tian, thank you." "Don't thank me. Actually, I'm the one who's troubled you more." "No trouble at all, no trouble at all. As long as Teacher Tian is happy, the longer you stay here, the better." By this time, his mother had already dressed. Although she was wearing coarse cloth clothes, she didn't look like a rural woman at all. Her fair skin and elegant, beautiful face made her stand out with her refined气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament). His mother walked beside Liu Dongjia, chatting with him all the way.

Liu Dongjia: "Teacher Tian, I haven't been to school and haven't had the chance to go to the city. There's something I don't understand. Are all the women in the city like you?" "Like me in what way?" "Well... like..." Liu Dongjia seemed unsure how to express himself. As he spoke, his eyes darted towards his mother's chest.

Mom seemed to understand what Liu Dongjia meant and laughed, "Are you all as slutty as me?" "Teacher Tian, what did you say?" Mom seemed unsure whether Liu Dongjia was pretending not to hear her. She said shyly, "I said I'm slutty." "What does 'slutty' mean?" Hearing Liu Dongjia's question, Mom looked at him suspiciously. She seemed to see that Liu Dongjia's serious expression didn't seem like he was pretending, so she said, "Slutty means wanton, it means shameless." Hearing Mom's explanation, Liu Dongjia paused for a moment and swallowed hard.

"Of course, not all women in the city are like me," Mom said. "I guess I'm a bit special." "Then, Teacher Tian, why do you do this?" "Well..." Mom looked up at the sky, her expression thoughtful. The sky was ablaze with colorful clouds; the sun was about to set. Mom let out a long sigh and said, "To find inspiration." "Inspiration? What's inspiration?" "Inspiration is a feeling that motivates me to write; I need it." "Teacher Tian, have you published many books?" "A few, I suppose." "What kind of books are they?" "I write adult novels, specifically stories about sex. If there's a chance, I'll read them to you." "Okay! Okay! I want to hear them! I'll call the whole village..." "Everyone comes to listen to you tell your story." Hearing Liu Dongjia's words, Mom's expression seemed a mixture of shyness and a hint of anticipation... After the sun set, Mom and Liu Dongjia returned to the house. I followed them, and before Mom went inside, I climbed in through the window. Mom opened the door and saw me sitting inside. She smiled at me and said, "Why are you sitting alone? The light isn't on." "Ah, I forgot." Mom turned on the light and went into the bathroom. I quietly followed her and saw through the crack in the door that Mom had taken off her underwear. She inserted two fingers into her vagina and took out the wad of paper still inside. The money, damp with Mom's vaginal fluid, had become soft. Mom spread the money out; there were a few coins sandwiched among the banknotes.

Mom looked at the money in her hand, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

After Mom came out of the bathroom, she saw me engrossed in watching TV. She went to her desk, took out a camera from the drawer, hid it in her hand, and then went back into the bathroom. The moment she went in, I quickly followed her, peering through the crack in the door. I saw Mom squatting inside, her left arm outstretched, holding the camera, the lens pointed at her crotch. I saw her put the money she had taken out back into her vagina, but not deeply; only half of the money went in, stuck between her labia, sticking out of her vagina. Mom pressed the shutter, capturing her vagina with the money inside in the camera.

After dinner, Mom sat at her desk and began writing, the keyboard clattering away seemingly without pause.

It wasn't until this afternoon that I learned that Mom's so-called inspiration was those obscene scenes, and that her novel was actually an adult novel considered pornographic.

The next day, I woke up at the crack of dawn. I saw Aunt Liu standing at the door, talking quietly to my mother.

"Didn't sleep all night again?" My mother nodded and said, "When I feel like it, I write a little more." "Time to grind soybeans for milk." "Okay, I'm coming." My mother said, going back inside to close the laptop. Then, while taking off her clothes, she followed Aunt Liu out of the house.

I jumped out of bed and ran to the window without even putting on my slippers. I saw my mother had already taken off her clothes. The morning air was a little chilly. My mother stood with Aunt Liu in the yard, her arms crossed over her chest. In the middle of the yard was a stone mill.

Aunt Liu said, "This soybean milk is usually ground by a donkey. Teacher Tian, you've worked so hard." My mother said, "I'm just experiencing life." As she spoke, she bit the wooden stick that Aunt Liu handed her. The stick was attached to a rope and tied to the handle of the stone mill.

Aunt Liu brought a piece of black cloth and put it on my mother's face. I had seen this black cloth before; it was the same black cloth that covered my mother's face when she was hung in the woodshed that day.

After putting on the black cloth, my mother clenched her teeth on a wooden stick and began to circle around the millstone. The rope of the wooden stick dragged the handle of the millstone, turning it around. My mother, naked and delicate, like a donkey, ground soybeans around the millstone. The white soybeans flowed down from between the millstones, like the lustful fluid seeping from my mother's lower body.

Aunt Liu picked up a whip made of hemp rope and bamboo pole from the side and lashed it across Mom's upturned buttocks. Mom let out a soft "Ooh," her small mouth biting the wooden stick, letting out a groan that sounded like both pain and pleasure. Aunt Liu stood by, and every time Mom slowed down, Aunt Liu would lash her with the whip. Mom's eyes were covered with a black cloth, so she didn't know when Aunt Liu's whip would fall. And the place Aunt Liu lashed was different each time; sometimes it was her buttocks, sometimes her breasts, and sometimes the whip would land on Mom's tender vulva between her two upturned buttocks, or on her erect nipples, making Mom moan softly.

I saw Mom trembling, seemingly wanting to stop several times, but Aunt Liu's merciless whip spurred her to run faster.

Mom ground soybeans in the yard until the sun rose. In the morning sunlight, Mom was covered in fragrant sweat, the sweat glistening like dewdrops in the sunlight.

Aunt Liu fetched a bucket of well water for Mom, boiled it, and let Mom take a bath in the yard. While bathing, Mom seemed to still be reliving the scene of grinding soybeans earlier. She inserted the wooden stick that Aunt Liu had given her to bite into into her mouth into her vagina, thrusting the stick in and out with one hand while fiddling with her anus with the other. Aunt Liu, who had been beside Mom, went back to her house, seemingly embarrassed to watch Mom's lewd act any longer.

Mom reached orgasm from masturbation in the yard. She scooped up a large ladle of water from the bucket and poured it over herself from head to toe, shaking her head comfortably. Her wet hair scattered in the air, and glistening water droplets, like pearls, fell to the ground under the sunlight. After bathing, Mom put her clothes back on, went back into the house, placed the ground soybeans on the table, then turned and went out to prepare breakfast for me.

I lay in bed, waiting for my mother to call me to get up before I finally got up.

While I was eating breakfast, my mother, like she had done the past few days, said she was going for a walk. By this time, I knew exactly what she was going to do. I saw her out of the house, and the moment I closed the door, I ran to the window and saw her walk into the woodshed on the north side. A short while after she went in, I saw Aunt Liu and Liu Dongjia follow her in with hemp rope.

After Aunt Liu came out of the woodshed, she went to the fields. Liu Dongjia, carrying his pipe and playing a tune, went out and disappeared. Now, in the large courtyard with four rooms, only my mother and I remained. I opened the door, took a deep breath, and walked towards the woodshed… I pushed open the wooden door of the woodshed, and it creaked open.

“Ugh!” my mother groaned. Just as I had seen her that day, her face was covered with a black cloth, her hands were bound behind her back with hemp rope, and she was hanging inside the woodshed.

Today, however, a small wooden plaque was hanging from my mother's chest. The thin rope attached to the plaque was connected to clips around her nipples, causing them to droop under the weight of the plaque.

I saw the words "Adulterous Woman Tian Siqi" written on the plaque in large characters, seemingly handwritten by my mother herself.

Clips were also attached to her labia, connected to garter belts, the ends of which were secured to the lace trim of her stockings.

One of my mother's legs was suspended in mid-air by a rope, while the toes of the other leg barely touched the ground. This method of binding and suspending her legs caused them to spread apart, one above the other. The spread legs pulled on the garter belts holding the stockings, which in turn pulled on the clips around her labia, pulling them apart and causing her vulva to open outwards.

The moment I pushed open the door, I saw my mother's bright red vulva contract nervously, dripping with love fluid.

Looking at my mother's wanton naked body, my heart pounded wildly, and my tongue went dry.

"Who is it?" my mother asked nervously, seemingly sensing someone approaching.

I dared not answer, afraid she would recognize my voice. I held my breath, and with trembling hands, reached out and touched my mother's high breasts. The moment my fingers touched her skin, my mother trembled violently. I knew she must be terrified. But I didn't know if she could guess that the person looking at her naked body and touching her breasts was me.

"Is it Mr. Liu? Hmm…is it Aunt Liu…?" my mother asked fearfully.

Under my touch, she let out soft moans. I felt her body was very hot, and I saw that the love fluid flowing from her lower body was increasing, even flowing down her inner thighs.

My mother's delicate body writhed wantonly under my caresses. I found myself gradually losing control, my body pressing closer and closer to hers. The feminine scent emanating from her body was so fragrant and strong, like an aphrodisiac, making me crave her flesh. I wanted it, I wanted my mother. I pulled out my penis and rubbed the glans against the inside of her thigh.

"Mr. Liu, is that you? No, you can't do this. It's okay if I let you fuck me, but Aunt Liu will hate me. I don't want to hurt Aunt Liu..." My mother seemed to feel my penis pressing against her inner thigh. She didn't know it was me; she thought it was Mr. Liu. She seemed somewhat at a loss.

My mother said no, but I could clearly see her open vagina contracting more and more violently, writhing like a baby's mouth yearning for a pacifier. A strand of clear love fluid flowed from her vagina, dripping onto my glans. It was warm, still carrying the lingering heat of my mother's body.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed my mother and thrust my penis into her vagina. I wasn't as tall as her, so I stuck out my tongue and greedily licked her neck, then lowered my head to suck on her nipples, which were clamped between wooden clips.

"Ah... ahh..." My mother cried out loudly the moment I penetrated her. It was a sound that she had suppressed for a long time, and now it was released all at once. Afraid that people outside would hear, I hurriedly covered my mother's mouth with one hand.

My mother's vagina was wet, slippery, and soft, allowing me to penetrate deeply. Her warm vagina tightly enveloped my penis. This was the feeling of a woman. This is the preface. My mother wrote: "Mother, not a book. I want to write about a person, myself. I often feel conflicted. During the day, my son calls me Mother, he respects me. At night, I am led around like a bitch, crawling on the ground. They think I'm despicable. Some say how can someone like me be a mother? Others say I'm great, leaving the glorious side of motherhood to my son while bearing the humiliation of being a bitch. Actually, I want to say that I can be a mother, but I prefer being a bitch." My mother clicked the mouse and turned to the next page.

I saw a picture of my mother printed on the book. My mother told me that her books were all illustrated. I then understood why my mother always took selfies; it was for publishing a book.

In the photo, my mother was wearing a trench coat, as if it were taken in winter.

"Remember? This is from when you were in middle school," Mom said.

On the next page, a photo of Mom appeared. She had unbuttoned her trench coat, and through the opening, one could see she was wearing only black, sheer stockings that exposed her breasts and vulva. A thong hung from her crotch, inside which were two black vibrators, one inserted into her vulva and the other into her anus, rotating. The chains that had been piercing her nipples at the club were now visible on her chest, along with the thin needle, erect and inserted into her swollen clitoris, which was exposed from its foreskin. A man's hand was touching it. The tip of a thin needle seemed to be being inserted deep into my mother's clitoris.

The other parents around her were completely oblivious to what was happening; they were all intently watching the teacher write on the blackboard.

My mother explained to me, "It's not that I didn't want to sit, but my legs were killing me, and with vibrators inserted in my vagina and anus, I couldn't sit at all." My mother attended the parent-teacher conference while being played with by men. However, she barely heard what the teacher was saying that time. Fortunately, I was very sensible and wrote down everything the teacher said in my notebook, then recounted it to my mother when we got home.

Looking at the photo of my mother in the classroom, I said to her, "Mom, you're so brave!" Hearing my praise, my mother blushed and smiled, her expression a mixture of shyness and delight. She said to me, "Don't you think Mom is a bit of a weirdo?" I shook my head and said, "I like Mom like this." Hearing my words, my mother couldn't help but kiss me on the cheek, then said, "Mom likes Xiaoyu too." "When I was writing this story, I had a misconception." My mother paused suddenly, as if realizing she had said something wrong.

I asked, "What misconception?" "Nothing..." I knew my mother had something to say, but was too shy to speak, so I pressed her, "Tell me!" I loved hearing my mother say something provocative.

Seeing my curious expression, Mom pursed her lips and whispered, "Back then, I had the illusion that the people who played with my body were your classmate's parents. They all knew Mom wasn't a good woman, and they bullied me during parent-teacher conferences, even talking badly about me in front of your classmates, saying I was a prostitute who could be fucked by anyone." Mom's voice was barely audible by the end. Hearing her words, my erect penis throbbed, as if it was about to burst out of

my pants. Just then, I felt Mom's hand on my crotch, gently pressing down. Mom's head was very close to mine; I could smell her warm, womanly breath. I said:

"Mom, I want you." Hearing my words, Mom didn't hesitate and kissed my lips, then hugged me and pressed me down... The long holiday flew by, and Mom and I had to go back. Mom promised Liu Dongjia that next long holiday she would come to the village to read adult novels to the men. If they liked them, as long as the women in the village didn't blame Mom, Mom could let those who wanted to have sex with her play with her like in the novels.

Hearing Mom's words, Liu Dongjia's old face turned red, but he kept waving his hands. He said to Mom, "That won't do, Teacher Tian. You're a writer from the city, how can you let us rough men have sex with you?" When Liu Dongjia mentioned having sex, his throat became hoarse as if he had a walnut stuck in it, his old face turned purplish-red, but his eyes involuntarily glanced at Mom's lower body.

Mom changed back into the suit she had worn when she arrived, looking quite presentable. She wore a white shirt with a small jacket over it, and a beige skirt over flesh-colored pantyhose.

Mom said, "What's with all this talk of 'rough people'? I'm happy to let you fuck me." She emphasized the word "fucking me," seemingly for Liu Dongjia's benefit, as if to show she didn't look down on country folk.

Liu Dongjia nodded excitedly upon hearing Mom's words. Aunt

Liu said to me, "Xiaoyu, when you get back, listen to your mother, don't be naughty, okay?" I obediently nodded. Aunt Liu stuffed a large bag of boiled corn into my hand, saying, "Eat this on the way." Mom, seeing Aunt Liu giving me something, quickly said, "Aunt Liu, how can I accept this?" Aunt Liu said, "A little corn is nothing, it's a gift from you, it's nothing." Seeing Aunt Liu's insistence, Mom patted my head and said, "Quickly thank Aunt Liu." I said, "Thank you, Aunt Liu." Aunt Liu laughed heartily.

Aunt Liu and Mr. Liu saw us off to the village entrance. When we arrived, we saw several men running towards us. Mr. Liu, seeing them, exclaimed in surprise, "What brings you all here?" One of the men, panting, said, "We came to see Teacher Tian off. Teacher Tian, you left without saying goodbye; we almost missed you." I recognized these men as the ones who had gambled with Mr. Liu that day; they had all lost their money to my mother.

My mother seemed to recognize them as well, saying, "I'm so sorry to have made you come all this way." One of the men said, "Teacher Tian, next time you come to the village, stay at our house. Our yard is quite big; I guarantee you'll be comfortable." This man was the one who had stuffed money into my mother's vagina that day.

"Then I'll have to trouble you," Mom said. The man chuckled and said, "If Teacher Tian is willing to come, I, Wang Shen, will be overjoyed. I'll slaughter a pig for Teacher Tian and his son to make them some nourishment." Liu Dongjia said, "You talk a good game, but I'll see you bring the pig." Hearing Liu Dongjia's words, Wang Shen said, "I'll go get the pig right now." He turned around, but Mom quickly grabbed his arm and said, "Don't go, don't go, I believe you." Hearing Mom's words, Wang Shen turned back, his eyes fixed on Mom's pretty face, his face beaming with joy.

Mom held my hand, and we walked out of the village, heading towards the bus station in the city, watched by Aunt Liu, Liu Dongjia, and Wang Shen. After walking a distance, I turned back and saw them still standing there. Wang Shen saw Mom turn around and waved excitedly at her.

At this moment, Mom handed me the backpack on her shoulder, then turned around and ran a few steps closer to where Wang Shen and the others were standing. Suddenly, she lifted her skirt, revealing that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her buttocks were bare, covered only by flesh-colored pantyhose. On each of her hairless labia, there were two wooden clips. Mom thrust her hips towards them and shouted to the men, "Next time you come, I'll let you fuck me!" We needed to take a long-distance bus back to the city. When we arrived at the station, Mom bought the tickets, and we sat on the seats in the waiting room, waiting for the bus to depart.

"Xiaoyu," Mom said, "did you have fun this long holiday?" Without thinking, I replied, "Yes, it was much more fun than before." Hearing this, Mom smiled and playfully scolded me, "You naughty boy, when did you become so naughty?" I asked, puzzled, "How am I naughty?" Mom said, "When you say it was much more fun, do you mean Mom was fun?" I exclaimed in surprise, "No, no, I didn't mean that." Seeing my innocent expression, Mom seemed to sense I wasn't lying. She said, "It's Mom who's naughty, Mom is overthinking it." I said, "Mom isn't naughty at all, playing with Mom is the most fun." Hearing this, Mom quickly made a shushing gesture, then shyly glanced around, as if checking if anyone had overheard our conversation.

A man sitting there, seemingly waiting for the bus like us, glanced at Mom when I said "playing with Mom," and then, noticing how beautiful she was, his gaze lingered on her for several seconds.

I whispered in my mother's ear, "Mom, are those wooden clips still on your pussy?" Hearing my question, my mother blushed slightly, seemingly embarrassed. I looked at her, and she nodded gently.

I whispered again, "Do you dare show your pussy to someone else?" As I said this, I noticed my mother's body seemed to shift slightly. Then, she seemed a little nervous and leaned close to my ear, asking, "Who would I show it to?" I looked at my mother, my eyes glancing at the man sitting next to her.

My mother seemed hesitant. After a moment, she suddenly handed me her shoulder bag, then got up and walked to the seat opposite the man, sitting down there.

I saw the man's gaze follow my mother as she sat down, secretly watching her.

My mother sat opposite the man, seemingly sensing his gaze. She glanced in my direction, and I nodded affirmatively, then secretly gave her a thumbs-up. My mother found my encouraging gesture amusing, but she held it in. I saw her gently stroke her hair, pretending to be nonchalant, but I knew she was just as nervous as I was.

My mother sat opposite the man for a while, and his gaze kept drifting towards her, several times lingering between her legs, which were visible beneath her skirt.

At that moment, I saw my mother slightly part her legs. Her pretty face was turned to one side, her gaze shifting, seemingly afraid to look at the man, yet also seemingly oblivious to the man opposite her, who was staring intently at her parting legs. I watched as my mother's legs parted wider and wider until the man could clearly see her vulva beneath her skirt—her smooth, fleshy vulva, encased in flesh-colored pantyhose. Two wooden clips were held tightly to the crotch of the pantyhose, gripping my mother's labia, which were parted to the left and right. Her tender, pink vulva, peeking out from under the transparent pantyhose, opened and closed, releasing a gush of vaginal fluid.

I saw the man's expression; he seemed stunned, his entire body frozen.

Suddenly, without waiting for the man's reaction, my mother abruptly stood up from her chair, took a few steps to me, grabbed my hand, and ran.

My mother pulled me to another waiting room, her face flushed, her expression one of utter shock.

I looked at my mother, and when our eyes met, we stared at each other for a second, and then we both burst out laughing.

I asked my mother, "Was it exciting?" My mother hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "This is the first time I've dared to expose myself like this in public." I said, "When you were in the countryside, didn't you always expose yourself to Liu Dongjia and the others?" My mother said, "It's different there." I asked, "How is it different?" My mother replied, "I understand the people there. They were born and raised in the countryside, and they may never have the chance to leave their village even when they get old. They see less and have less contact with people, so their hearts are purer than ours, and they are very simple and honest. You see, even when I take off my clothes in front of them, they don't dare to do anything to me. Unlike the people in this station, it's a mixed bag, with all sorts of people from all over the country. If we run into a bad guy, we'll be in trouble." Hearing my mother's words, I felt that letting my mother expose herself in front of a strange man was really thoughtless. If the man had been a bad guy, it could have really put my mother and me in danger. No wonder my mother pulled me away to avoid that man.

I nodded to my mother and said, "Mom, I won't let you do such dangerous things again." Seeing the worry on my face, my mother said, "Xiaoyu, don't take this too seriously." Then she smiled and said, "But it was really exciting just now." It was time to board, and my mother led me onto the long-distance bus.

The seats in the carriage were arranged in two rows, two seats in each row, with six seats in the last row.

My mother and I randomly chose two seats and sat down. After sitting down, my mother took out her laptop from her bag, placed it on her lap, and turned it on.

I asked, "Mom, are you writing another novel?" Mom replied, "Yes." "Mom, why are you writing adult novels? Did that Bin guy make you write them?" "No, I wanted to write them myself." "Is it because writing adult novels is exciting?" "Partly, but I write novels not just to write those vulgar stories. I want to write about myself. Xiaoyu, although you're still young, I want you to know that this society is cruel, and reality is cold and unforgiving. It won't reason with you, just like me, I don't even know who your father is." Mom gave a bitter smile as she said this.

I looked at Mom, but couldn't think of anything to say to comfort her.

Seeing the concern on my face, Mom gently took my hand and said, "Although reality doesn't show you any mercy, we can't just look at the ugly side of reality. So, Mom writes novels to tell many people that although people are sometimes unfortunate, as long as you don't give up, you have the opportunity to turn those misfortunes into a kind of wealth that belongs only to you." "Will they understand?" Mom smiled self-deprecatingly at my words and said to me, "Most men are a bit short-sighted; they only like to look at the surface." "Mom, are you talking about me?" "Silly child, how could Mom talk about you? I know, Xiaoyu understands Mom best." After everyone on the bus had arrived, the bus started moving.

Mom was focused on her novel. I noticed that sometimes she typed very quickly, and sometimes she typed very slowly, as if she was thinking while writing. I leaned closer to the screen of Mom's laptop and saw that she was halfway through writing an article. I saw that the title of that article was "The Slut on the Long-Distance Bus."

Seeing this title, my heart skipped a beat. No wonder Mom took out her notebook as soon as she got on the bus; the story

she was writing was set on a long-distance bus. The day before we returned, I read several of Mom's short stories. Almost all of them were based on her own real experiences. Even if some stories were exaggerated, Mom said she had experienced similar feelings to those in the stories. And when Mom wrote, she seemed to need to be there, even to experience things firsthand, as if that was what gave her the inspiration.

Mom's hands paused on the keyboard for a while, and then I saw her close the notebook.

I said, "Mom, can't you write anymore?" Mom: "I'm a little out of ideas." "Sometimes I also lose inspiration when I'm writing essays." "Mom is just like you when you can't write an essay right now." "Mom, do you need to have experiences to get inspiration?" Hearing my words, two blushes suddenly appeared on Mom's face, and she looked away as if embarrassed to meet my gaze.

"Mom, I have an idea, do you want to hear it?" When Mom heard what I said, a hint of impulsiveness seemed to flash in her shy eyes. She said to me,

"Tell me." I leaned close to Mom's ear and whispered my idea, but unexpectedly, Mom looked away before she finished listening. She looked at me with an expression that seemed to be both ashamed and unable to accept what I had just said to her.

I said, "Wouldn't that be better?" Mom said, "No." "Why not?" Mom moved her face closer to mine and whispered, "Didn't I tell you? We don't know any of the people on the bus. What if we run into bad people?" At that moment, I felt that the idea I had given Mom to find inspiration was quite good, so I said somewhat hastily,

"Then why weren't you afraid of running into bad people when you were a prostitute?" Hearing my words, Mom's shy expression suddenly turned into one that seemed both desolate and sad. She said somewhat angrily, "Are you saying that Mom was born shameless?" I heard Mom's tone change and quickly explained, "No, I mean..." But Mom interrupted me, "Okay, stop talking." Then she turned her body to the side, facing the aisle on her right, as if she didn't want to argue with me anymore.

I'd made my mom angry before, and knowing she didn't want to talk to me, I figured it was best not to bother her anymore. So I lay down in my seat, closed my eyes, and started to doze off… The car was driving smoothly on the highway. When I woke up feeling thirsty, it was completely dark, and all I could see were the headlights of other cars passing by outside the window.

I instinctively reached for my mom, wanting to ask if she had any water, but she wasn't in her seat.

I looked up at the other side of the carriage; my mom wasn't there, and most of the passengers were asleep.

"Xiaoyu, are you awake?" My mom's voice came from behind me.

I turned around and saw her hands gripping the back of the seat behind me, her chin resting on it.

"Mom, why are you sitting in the back?" Mom smiled at me, but I felt her smile looked strange. I said, "Mom, I want some water." "It's...it's...it's in your bag, get it yourself." Mom's voice sounded a little hurried, with a slight panting, but all I could think about was water. I picked up Mom's handbag next to me, took out a bottle of mineral water, opened the cap, and drank it down in one gulp after another.

After I finished, I turned to Mom and asked, "Do you want some?" She shook her head.

I said, "Mom, are you still angry with me?" Mom shook her head again.

I said, "Then why are you sitting in the back, Mom?" Mom seemed unsure how to answer my question. I looked at her and saw her pursing her lips, her delicate eyebrows furrowing more and more tightly. Suddenly, Mom covered her mouth with one hand, and her body began to convulse violently. I was startled by Mom's appearance and jumped up from my seat. I saw that Mom, dressed in tattered clothes, was sitting on a strange man's lap, being held by him and being vigorously fucked in the ass.

The man seemed startled when he saw me suddenly stand up. After realizing I was a child, he glared at me fiercely, as if telling me not to ruin his fun. Then he continued to vigorously have sex with my mother. His hands reached for her breasts, grabbing her round breasts exposed by her clothes. I noticed that the clips that had been on her labia were now clamped onto her erect nipples. The man had torn a large hole in her stockings and inserted his penis into the hole, thrusting it in and out of her vagina, making her buttocks bounce up and down.

I stared blankly at them. While my mother was being raped, her gaze suddenly met mine. Her eyes held a mixture of shame and excitement, gazing at me with a dazed look.

Soon, the man let out a low growl, climbed onto his mother's back, and hugged her tightly with both hands. His lower body arched against her like a boar, and he said, "I'm coming, I'm coming all over you." His mother covered her mouth with one hand as if she was about to scream, and with the other hand she gripped the back of the chair in front of her. She lowered her head and rested her forehead against the chair back. Her body trembled convulsively. Looking at his mother, I could tell that she had also reached orgasm.

After the man pulled his penis out of my mother's vagina, I saw a man who had been sitting next to my mother and the man immediately take his place. He used the same position as the man who had been having sex with my mother, holding her and sitting her on his lap. But the man didn't immediately penetrate my mother. Instead, he put his fingers into my mother's vagina, which was still full of semen and vaginal fluid after being fucked. He scooped out a lot of the semen that the man had just ejaculated inside my mother. The man looked at the semen in his hand and glanced at the man next to him with a disgusted expression. Judging from the man's appearance, he didn't seem to know the man who had just raped my mother.

The mother straddled the man's lap, seemingly waiting for his penetration. She turned to look at him and saw him wiping the semen on his hands onto her upturned buttocks. The mother seemed to sense the man's disgust at her vagina. Blushing, she whispered to him, "I'll let you fuck my ass." With that, she raised her buttocks high, spreading her plump buttocks apart to expose her tight anus to the man. The man hesitated for a moment, then inserted a finger into the mother's anus. The mother seemed unable to suppress a groan, then said to the man, "Pull it out and let me see if it's dirty." The man pulled out his finger; it was clean, only covered with a little clear mucus.

The man said, "You're quite the slut, aren't you? Do you often let men play with your asshole?" The mother replied, "In my line of work, which hole hasn't been played with by a man?" As she spoke, she placed her hands between her buttocks, her fingers parting her anus as if to show the man her rectum.

The man could no longer restrain himself. He suddenly shifted his body, raised his waist, and aimed his penis at the mother's anus, making her sit down… The bus drove from night until the next morning. Around dawn, the mother returned to my side from the back seat.

I noticed some passengers around us seemed awake. I didn't know if they were awakened by the noise of the mother and man's lovemaking or if they woke up on their own, but the way they looked at the mother seemed to understand each other implicitly.

The mother pulled out some tissues from her bag, reached inside her thighs, and wiped the semen from her legs. Then she took out her notebook and quickly continued writing the novel she had stopped writing earlier.

Around noon, the bus finally arrived at its stop.

After getting off the long-distance bus, my mother and I were transferring to the train station. We walked from the bus station to the train station.

Along the way, my mother held my hand. I looked at her and tentatively asked, "Mom, are you feeling better?" Hearing my question, my mother seemed a little guilty and said, "I shouldn't have been angry with you on the bus. I've thought it through. Xiaoyu's advice was helping me." She paused, then added, "I've decided that from now on, I'll listen to any idea Xiaoyu comes up with." Hearing this, I felt a surge of excitement and, a little carried away, said, "Then, Mom, dare to take your skirt off here?" Hearing this, my mother suddenly stopped. I quickly said, "I was just kidding." But it seemed my mother hadn't heard me say "just kidding." She reached up to her waist and unbuckled the belt on her skirt, then loosened the buttons. The skirt slid down her long, beautiful legs to the ground. Her mother wasn't wearing anything underneath; she was only wearing a pair of black, semi-transparent pantyhose. The flesh-colored pantyhose she had worn yesterday had been torn by the two men who had mistaken her for a prostitute in the car. The pantyhose she was wearing now was a new pair she had changed into when she went to the restroom. Although from a distance it looked like she was wearing a pair of tight-fitting elastic pants that hugged her buttocks and beautiful legs, up close one could clearly see the mound of Venus beneath the black pantyhose and her tender labia parted on either side of her vulva.

I stared at my mother in surprise, a surge of emotion welling up inside me. I hadn't expected her to take my casual remark so seriously. She picked up her dress from the floor, folded it neatly, put it in her handbag, and then, holding my hand, we continued walking towards the train station, ignoring the astonished looks of several people who had noticed her unusual behavior.

I walked beside her, glancing furtively to see if anyone was watching us.

I asked, "Mom, aren't you afraid of being seen?" She replied, "Yes, I am." I could definitely sense her nervousness; her palms were sweaty as she held my hand.

I said, "Mom, why don't you put your dress back on?" She shook her head, saying, "Since I promised Xiaoyu I'd listen to your ideas, I'll try my best to fulfill them." Touched, I squeezed her hand, saying, "Mom, I love you." Hearing this, a sweet smile spread across her face.

Back in the city, our life continued as usual, only now with a touch of romance added.

A year ago, my mother quit her job at the newspaper. She only occasionally went to work as a temporary writer. The rest of the time, she stayed at home, sometimes writing her own adult novels, and sometimes doing nothing at all, lying in bed resting and conserving her energy so that she could go to Brother Bin's club at night to work as a SM sex slave.

This morning, after making breakfast for me, my mother changed into a suit she wore when she went out in her room. She took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses from the drawer in front of her dressing mirror, which she only wore to the newspaper office. My mother put on the glasses, looked at herself in the mirror, and then gave a confident smile.

I asked my mother, "Mom, are you going to the newspaper office today?" She replied, "Yes, how did you know?" I pointed to the glasses she was wearing and said, "You always wear them when you go to the newspaper office." My mother walked up to me, smiling, and asked, "Do I look good in glasses?" I nodded, "Yes." Hearing my affirmation, she took a step back and smiled, saying, "Doesn't my outfit look like something a teacher would wear at your school?" I looked at her. She was wearing a fitted blazer and a straight-cut peep-toe skirt. Her shapely figure was accentuated by the clothes, making me swoon.

Seeing my dazed expression, she smiled and, as if seducing me, lifted one foot and placed her delicate foot, clad in black sheer stockings, on my lap. Her toes, hidden beneath the dark stockings, were pressed together, and her delicate foot, encased in the stockings, slowly slid towards my crotch. I was already aroused.

Just as my mother's foot was about to touch my erection, she suddenly pulled it back. Then I saw her looking at me with a wicked smile, her expression both charming and seductive. Looking at my mother's expression at that moment, I suddenly felt as if my mother had become a different person. She no longer seemed like my mother, but rather like she had become my woman.

I wanted to grab my mother's soft feet in stockings, but she dodged away. She said to me, "You'll be late for class." I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was indeed getting late. I stuffed the bread in my mouth, ran into my room, grabbed my schoolbag, and said to my mother, who was clearing the dishes at the table, "Mom, I'm going to school." My mother said, "Be careful on the way." I replied and ran to the door. Just as I put on my shoes and was about to leave, I suddenly heard my mother calling me from behind. I turned around and saw my mother, dressed in a dress, squatting on the ground. Her dress was lifted up to her waist, and her sexy legs, clad in black pantyhose, were spread almost 180 degrees apart. At the same time, her toes, visible beneath the dark stockings, were pointing upwards. Her hands, through the stockings, were pressed against her labia, her fingers parting them to reveal her bright red, wet vulva.

My mother looked at me with a flushed face, her expression a mixture of shyness and excitement, and said, "Bitch Tian Siqi bids farewell to Master Xiaoyu." Then, she stuck out her tongue at me with a mischievous grin, looking at my surprised and excited face.

As I walked down the street, my mind kept replaying the lewd pose my mother had struck me when I left earlier. My penis remained hard and wouldn't go down. Ever since I learned my mother's secret, she seemed to have become much younger, and her personality seemed more cheerful, as if all the burden that had been weighing on her shoulders had suddenly been lifted. Sometimes, when I watched my mother joke with me, I even felt that she was more like a child than I was.

After school in the afternoon, I went home and did my homework alone in my room. After a while, my mother came back. She unlocked the door, and I saw that my mother was holding flowers, with Uncle He, who wore gold-rimmed glasses, standing next to her.

Uncle He was a colleague of my mother's at the newspaper. He seemed to like my mother very much, and the flowers she was holding today were probably a gift from him.

"Old He, come in and sit down?" "It's no trouble at all." "Of course it's no trouble, come in and sit down." My mother said, leading Uncle He into the house. She put the flowers in a vase in the living room, then went to the kitchen to pour Uncle He a glass of water. My mother and Uncle He sat on the sofa in the living room and chatted.

They chatted for only a short while when Mom's phone rang. She got up to answer it, and after saying "hello," her expression seemed to tremble slightly.

Holding the phone, Mom apologized to Uncle He, "Excuse me, I'll be right back after this call." Then she quickly turned and went into the bathroom.

Uncle He was sitting alone in the living room. He saw me doing my homework, got up, and walked over to me, saying, "Xiaoyu, are you reviewing your lessons?" I hummed in response and continued working on my assignments.

Uncle He asked, "Are you tired from school?" "Yes, I have so much homework every day." "Hehe, you students are really working hard these days. Compared to when we were young, you have a lot more pressure. I heard from your mother that she signed you up for weekend English tutoring, right?" "Yes, Mom said that if I learn English well, I can travel all over the world in the future." "That's right, your mother is absolutely right." Uncle He nodded approvingly.

I looked up at Uncle He and asked, "Uncle He, do you like my mom?" Uncle He blushed slightly at my sudden question, looking at me awkwardly, unsure how to answer. After a

moment, he whispered, "Did your mom tell you?" I replied, "Mom didn't say anything, I just guessed." Uncle He chuckled, playfully flicking my nose, "You little rascal." My mom hadn't come out after a long time on the phone; she was still in the bathroom. I noticed Uncle He had

finished his glass of water and said, "Uncle He, let me get you another one." Uncle He politely declined, saying, "No need, no need, you go ahead with your work." I said, "I'll go check if Mom's done in the bathroom." I turned on the TV for Uncle He, then went to the bathroom door and knocked. Mom didn't respond.

I grasped the doorknob, turned it gently, and the door opened. I peeked through the crack.

But I saw my mother with her back to the door, legs spread wide, squatting on the tiled bathroom floor.

Her toes, clad in stockings, were almost at a right angle as she stood on tiptoe. Her business skirt was lifted to her waist, revealing her full, round buttocks encased in black pantyhose, which were pertly facing the door. Her vulva and anus, nestled between the two fleshy buttocks, were faintly visible beneath the black pantyhose.

Seeing my mother in this position reminded me of the gesture she made to me that morning when I left. I had heard her mention this gesture in her novels; it was a symbolic gesture of politeness that a woman in a dog-slave relationship had to adopt when meeting her master.

One of my mother's hands held the phone to her ear, seemingly listening intently, while her other hand was between her legs, her fingers parting her labia. Her red vulva, beneath the black pantyhose, twitched and contracted.

Mom seemed to hear the door open. She turned around in alarm, then seemed to calm down when she saw it was me. I heard her say into the phone, "The bitch understands. I look forward to my master's discipline tonight." Mom hung up the phone, quickly got up, pulled down her skirt, and walked to my side, whispering, "Where's Uncle He?" I said, "Uncle He is watching TV in the living room. I turned it on for him." Mom smiled approvingly, then smoothed her slightly wrinkled skirt and left the bathroom.

I watched Mom return to the living room and continue chatting with Uncle He. Observing her dignified demeanor and elegant speech, I thought to myself, who would have thought that the woman who had just been in the bathroom, speaking into the phone like a subservient bitch to her master, was my mother?

When Uncle He left, Mom saw him all the way downstairs. When she came back, she took a stack of letters from the mailbox on the ground floor.

I knew that most of these letters were probably from Mom's book lovers.

Mom closed the door, spread the letters on the table in front of me, then drew the curtains in the living room. She sat down on a stool and carefully opened each envelope, beginning to read. Curious,

I peeked over and picked up a letter Mom had already read. It read: "You slut, every time I read your stories, I can't help but want to fuck you. You're truly the most lewd bitch I've ever seen. When are we going to meet up so I can fuck your cunt raw?" I read on, finding most of the content obscene. At the end, I saw Mom's reply. She had written it directly in the letter: "You slutty bitch Siyu, I'm so glad to receive your letter. Seeing your insults makes my cunt itch unbearably. I really want you to come and ravage my cunt. If you really want to fuck me, come to the club." Mom then wrote the club's address below.

After reading all the letters, Mom went to her study. When she came out, she had an instant camera in her hand. She handed it to me and said, "Can you do me a favor?" I nodded.

After I agreed, Mom began to take off her clothes until she was completely naked. Then she climbed onto the table, spread her legs, took a pin from the pencil case on the table, threaded the pin through the envelope, and aimed the sharp point of the pin at her clitoris. Mom carefully pulled back the foreskin of her clitoris with her fingers, and then forcefully pierced the tender clitoris with the pin. As the pin pierced her clitoris, Mom couldn't help but let out a muffled cry, and her thighs trembled uncontrollably. The pin, still attached to the letter, hung in front of Mom's vulva.

Facing me, my mother's expression was a mixture of pain and perverse pleasure. She said, "Take a picture of me." Then she thrust her hips forward, presenting her vulva, with the letter hanging from it, as clearly as possible for my camera to see.

That evening, as usual, my mother went to Bin's club. Before she left, she prepared dinner for me and told me to leave the dishes behind; she would clean them up when she returned.

Before I knew my mother's secret, she always lied to me, saying she was going for a run to exercise, sometimes for hours on end. Sometimes I would fall asleep and still not see her.

Now that I knew her secret, she no longer hid it from me.

My mother took off the glasses she had been wearing since leaving home that morning and put them in the closet. Then she sat in front of the vanity mirror, letting her hair down, and began to put on makeup. I watched my mother, seeing her transform her originally delicate face into a captivating and alluring one.

After my mother finished her makeup, she took out a black dress from the closet. Before I knew my mother's secret, she had never done her makeup and changed clothes in front of me like this. She said that back then, in order to keep it from me, she would only do her makeup and change clothes after arriving at the club.

Mom put on her black dress, then smoothed the hem. She hadn't changed her black, semi-transparent pantyhose underneath; they were still on her lower body. I'd never known before that Mom rarely wore underwear under her dresses. However, the dress she was wearing now wasn't as long as the suit she'd worn that morning. It was very short, barely covering her shapely buttocks. Her full, round buttocks slightly pushed up the hem, outlining their sexy curves.

I thought to myself, with a dress this short, the hem fluttering in the wind as she walks, it's no wonder her full, pert buttocks are showing. It's practically the same as not wearing anything at all.

As Mom finished dressing and was about to leave, she took a wooden box from the drawer of her dressing table. She opened the box, took out a red necklace, and put it around her neck.

It was the first time I'd ever seen Mom wear this, and I asked, puzzled, "Mom, what are you wearing?" Mom tossed her hair, then pulled the hair out of the collar and said, "It's a dog collar." I exclaimed in surprise, "Why are you wearing a dog collar?" Hearing my question, Mom looked at me apologetically and said, "Do you remember what I said to you this morning when I left?" As she spoke, she stuck out her tongue and made a soft, puppy-like bark.

Watching Mom imitate a dog, it suddenly dawned on me, and I stammered, "Because...because Mom is a female dog!"

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