Recalling my mother's affair when I was a child (Part 4)

When I first published the third post, I saw over a thousand views but only two replies, which made me think people didn't like this type of article. Later, many people replied with support, so I decided to write more.
Someone asked how my mom prevented pregnancy, so I'll explain. My mom was in her early thirties, with a full figure and fair skin. She was at the age where she was naturally very sexually active, and her hormones were definitely high. My dad was often away, so unprotected sex was undoubtedly the most exciting and satisfying. In fact, that was the case. I like to rummage through drawers and cupboards looking for food at home, but I've never found any used or unused condoms. Every time my mom had sex with someone, there would be used toilet paper thrown into the small trash can, but I'd never find any condoms. When I was little, the village doctor gave me a few condoms to blow up like balloons, so I still recognize condoms.
Unprotected sex is exciting, but it absolutely cannot result in pregnancy. One of the men my mom had sex with came in handy—that was the village doctor. He gave my mom several strips of birth control pills. These pills were very small, only the size of a mung bean, and there were dozens in a strip. I remember this because in the village, they used to raise old hens. If they didn't want the old hens to brood and hatch chicks, they would feed them birth control pills. Medicated birth control pills had many benefits: they could relieve menstrual cramps, regulate hormone levels, whiten the skin, increase libido, and most importantly, allow for unrestrained enjoyment of the pleasure of sex!
The village doctor was the first person to have sex with my mother, but he didn't realize he had opened the door for her to indulge in the pleasures of sex. It was my father's first year working away from home. One time, my mother had a fever and went to see the village doctor. Back then, unlike now, a simple cold wouldn't warrant an IV drip. A serious cold would be treated with oral medication, and only a fever would warrant an injection. He took my mother's temperature; she had a high fever, so he gave her an injection. In the past, syringes were reusable glass syringes, sterilized by boiling in water after each use. He told my mother to pull her pants down a little. When she did, her white underwear was revealed, immediately catching the village doctor's eye! The women in the village usually wore shorts, but my mother wore white briefs. Given her large, white, and shapely buttocks, the village doctor, who wasn't married then, was very eager to see her. He became lustful and asked my mother to pull her pants down further. My mother was suffering from a high fever and didn't think much of it. As a result, when she pulled them down, her entire white underwear was exposed. He pretended to look for an injection site, first gently touching her buttocks with his hand, then slowly wiping them with an alcohol swab, and then giving her a fever-reducing injection. After the injection, he prescribed some fever-reducing medicine and told my mother that her temperature was too high, and he would see if the fever subsided that night, and then come back to take her temperature again. My mother quickly thanked him and took me home.
That night, I went to bed early. Later, I vaguely heard voices and realized it was the village doctor. He asked my mother to take her temperature again, then took out a thermometer and told her to put it between her buttocks and anus. My mother said, "Aren't they usually put under the armpit? Why put it in the buttocks?" The village doctor said my fever was quite high, and this method would be more accurate. My mother, though embarrassed, did as he said, turning her back slightly, pulling down her pants a little, and then inserting the thermometer into her anus. While we waited, the village doctor started chatting with my mother, but he clearly had ulterior motives. In the dim light, pretending to be there for a medical consultation, he began discussing private matters, asking how long my father had been away working and whether I was used to living alone. Later, when he took out the thermometer, the fever had mostly subsided. My mother said she was still a little dizzy, and the village doctor said he knew massage and would massage her head to relieve the dizziness.
My mother quickly thanked him and lay down on the bed. He sat beside her and began to massage her. First, he massaged her head and scalp, then her shoulders and arms. When he massaged her shoulders, whether intentionally or not, the village doctor pressed a little too hard. My mother let out a soft "ouch." The village doctor was looking down, and my mother's cry was right in front of his mouth. He smelled my mother's breath, which aroused him. This close breathing felt like kissing, and he wanted to inhale all the breath she had just exhaled into his nose. So he pressed harder a few more times. My mother asked him to be gentler, but he said that it was more effective if he pressed harder, and my mother moaned repeatedly. Then the village doctor had completely lost his mind and started massaging below her neck, saying, "Sister-in-law, your brother isn't home. Your sex life might not be harmonious, and you're prone to gynecological problems. Have you had any discomfort in your breasts or abdomen before or after your period lately?" My mother had never heard such things before and blushed with embarrassment. She said she was fine, but her lower abdomen was sometimes a little uncomfortable, and her breasts were a little swollen. The village doctor said, "Doctors have the heart of parents. It's alright. Tell me what symptoms you have. Medically speaking, disharmony in sexual life has a significant impact on young women, making them prone to gynecological diseases and breast hyperplasia. The symptoms you described probably indicate a mild breast condition. Let me take a look." Then, regardless of my mother's consent, he started by pretending to touch her breasts through her clothes, saying she did have some symptoms. He then slipped his hand inside her bra and began to fondle her. He told my mother to take off her bra, saying that wearing a bra at night was bad for her breasts. After removing her bra, he said there wasn't a good treatment for breast hyperplasia, only regular conditioning and traditional Chinese massage. My mother, at this point, somewhat understood that the village doctor had ulterior motives and didn't want him to touch her anymore. The village doctor said, "Sister-in-law, don't worry. I'll massage you now and see how it goes," and then began his wicked steps. He cupped my mother's breasts with both hands and gently made circles up, down, left, and right on her chest. My mother is the typical large-breasted, wide-hipped type, and his hands couldn't even grasp her breasts. So he used both hands to play with one breast, alternating between stroking and pressing, touching and tracing with his fingertips. After touching one breast, he would move on to the other, but he never touched the nipple. My mother felt a tingling, numb sensation from the caresses, and her nipples felt incredibly hard, but she just couldn't reach that deeper level of pleasure. She felt anxious and a little shy, her legs tensed, and she let out a soft, comfortable moan. The village doctor, seeing that the time was right, suddenly rubbed one nipple with his thumb and forefinger, and did the same with the other. My mother immediately reached the point of stimulation, letting out a cry of "Oh!" After accumulating for more than ten minutes, she released it all at once, her whole body trembling violently. The village doctor seized the opportunity and immediately took my mother's nipple into his mouth. My mother, who was enjoying the stimulation immensely, was suddenly startled and tried to push his head away, saying no, this couldn't be done. But the village doctor, having already started, had no intention of letting go and began frantically licking her nipple, murmuring, "Sister-in-law, your vagina is so beautiful, I want to enjoy it!" While sucking her breast, he rolled over and pressed himself against my mother, then forcibly sucked her tongue, vigorously kneading her large nipples. My mother tried to struggle but couldn't get away, and afraid of waking me, the final result was predictable; her desire had been awakened, and she finally gave up resisting. The village doctor quickly pulled off my mother's white panties, holding them to his nose and inhaling deeply, as if he wanted to inhale the scent of her vagina into his lungs. My mother's genitals were already soaking wet, and she desperately craved the insertion of a penis. Although the village doctor was unmarried, he wasn't exactly a naive young man, and having studied medicine, he knew how to tease and play with a woman's body. After he pulled down my mother's underwear, he knelt down and began licking her clitoris with his tongue. My mother had never experienced this before; it was always just simple penetration and ejaculation, never this kind of foreplay. She was so comfortable she couldn't speak, only letting out moans of pleasure. After licking for a while, the village doctor turned my mother over, one leg down, the other raised, and sat on her thigh, thrusting forcefully. My mother cried out in pleasure. He wanted to stretch my mother's legs 180 degrees, grabbing her ankle with one hand and lifting it up, while using the other hand to insert his penis as far as it could into her vagina. This position allowed him to insert his penis completely, leaving no millimeter untouched, and you could clearly see the penis and vagina tightly joined together. Under this impact, my mother's plump vagina secreted a large amount of semen, which flowed out and, with the constant friction and impact of his penis, turned into a thick, white fluid. The village doctor excitedly kept saying, "Sister-in-law, I want to fuck you to death! I want to fuck you to death! You're so beautiful! I've wanted to fuck your fat cunt for so long!" My mother was incredibly aroused by the rough words and actions, moaning softly, hoping to continue enjoying this indescribable pleasure. She kept saying, "It feels so good! You're fucking me so good!" The village doctor quickened his pace and asked my mother if she wanted to fuck him again. My mother said, "I want to fuck you every day! It's so good!" The village doctor said, "Sister-in-law, you'll be my wife from now on. I want to fuck you every day. You can keep your cunt for me. You'll give me a son." My mother could only happily agree. After a while, he made my mother lie face down. He lay on top of my mother's plump buttocks and thrust into her from behind. My mother's peach-shaped buttocks gave his penis and testicles endless pleasure from the friction. It wasn't just fucking a cunt; it was practically fucking a plump, juicy, fleshy, slutty ass! My mom hadn't had sex in a long time, and finally reached orgasm. She cried out in pain, her vaginal muscles contracting in waves. The village doctor, unable to control himself, knew he had accomplished his mission, bringing her to climax and making her unable to leave him. He recklessly ejaculated all his semen into her vagina, the semen flowing, dripping, and squeezing out from her fleshy vulva.
After the storm, the village doctor, satisfied, lit a cigarette and lay down to smoke. My mom then became worried, asking what would happen if she got pregnant from ejaculating inside. The village doctor said he would give her emergency contraception tomorrow, and then long-acting contraception afterwards. My mom asked if the pills were good for her health. He then explained the various benefits of long-acting contraception, most importantly, that it would allow her to safely and confidently enjoy the pleasure of sex. My mom finally felt relieved.

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