Chapter 1

Mom, what a sacred word that reminds people of the greatest love and warmth in the world.

But whenever I encounter this word in newspapers, books or TV, a complex feeling emerges in my heart, mixed with bitterness, sorrow, unwillingness, melancholy, and the urge to be indescribable in my youth.

I was born in an ordinary family in a coastal city. I grew up like an ordinary person. I completed a boring but necessary higher education in a second-rate university in the city. Now I have just entered society and have a barely living job. I go back to the hut I rent every day. The most common thing I do is to recall the past.

I once had a girlfriend in college, who was a smart and quiet girl. We met by chance, then lived together naturally, and finally broke up naturally before graduation, and it took less than two years to go through.

She is very outstanding. Whether it is on the outside or inside, everyone around her thinks that I am lucky and have a treasure.

Indeed, I respect her very much, and I can even say that I want to love and care for her from the bottom of my heart. But whenever we hug each other in the bed and whenever I gallop on her, I always feel something is missing, and I feel a little annoyed that I can't scratch the itch. After the extreme burst, it is only my body that is satisfied, and to be more precise, it is just my dick that I felt happy at that moment. On my spiritual level, my extremely erotic soul is indifferent.

I think maybe I'm doing it with her more for love, but where is my sex? What is the sex that can satisfy me?

I think this problem may never be solved, because I have always been very clear about the root cause of all this. It is related to an experience and a woman, who is my mother.

My thoughts are back in the past.

At that time, I was a junior high school student, honest and obedient, and had good academic performance. I was a good student in the usual sense in the eyes of teachers.

But whether it is a good student or a bad student, he is a human being after all, and he will eventually go through the stage of sexual curiosity.

I was actually quite precocious. I accidentally learned masturbation without an intuitive understanding of sex. Later, a yellow book I found from a bookstore rented from the school gate made me successfully advance, and masturbation became a frequent conscious behavior.

But if it were all that, I think I would have spent this period as smoothly as most other children. If school did not end early that Friday afternoon, if I had not come home as rushing as a good child, I might not have witnessed the scene that would be unforgettable through the crack of the door that was hidden.

At that time, there shouldn't be anyone at home. My parents didn't come home from get off work. I entered the house happily, thinking that I could enjoy this rare few hours of free time without anyone at home. But when I was about to travel through the living room and return to my warm hut, I heard an abnormal sound in my parents' room next to me.

Is there anyone at home?

I was shocked and walked quietly to the front. The door was covered in a false sense. I peered through the crack in the door. A naked man and a woman were exercising vigorously on the bed in a posture that I was both familiar and unfamiliar with.

They were... my head was buzzing and I realized in an instant that this was real sex.

After a brief blank in my brain for two or three seconds, I realized in surprise that the woman in the bed was my mother, and what was even more surprising was that the man was not my father.

It was a black and thick middle-aged man with a frown and fierce face. He held his arms around his mother's legs and knelt on his mother's side. His black butt moved forward vigorously, making a slamming sound. His fair skin and petite mother looked so weak under him.

This scene made me dumbfounded. Although I had read sexual descriptions in books before and knew what was going on, this performance that was so close to me was still beyond my imagination.

The men and women in front of me were so arbitrary, and the man's movements were so fierce, as if he was concentrating his whole body's strength on his waist and hips, destroying my mother, but her mother was so weak, like a boat floating in the wind and rain, with no resistance.

At that time, I felt that this man was bullying his mother hard, which was completely different from the relationship between men and women I had imagined before.

I really had the urge to rush in to beat this man, but I hesitated.

Not only because I was afraid that I would not beat this strong man, but also because my little brother had an erection uncontrollably at that time. It can be said that I felt an excitement I had never experienced before, and I chose to continue watching.

The men and women on the bed continued to move in this position, and the man did not mean to be tired at all.

At this time, my senses gradually shifted from paying attention to the man's fierce movements to my mother's reaction. My mother frowned, her face turned red, and her blush continued to her snow-white pink neck, as if she was trying hard to suppress something, but she still let out a hum... um... um... huh... huh, and her arms grabbed the bed sheet, looking very painful.

At that time, I really didn’t know whether my mother was a comfortable or a uncomfortable expression. I only knew that I was very sexual when I saw my mother’s reaction.

The man seemed to care about his mother's reaction. He freed up his hand to rub his mother's breasts hard, and said with a breath: Don't you like to pretend in front of me? Today I will fuck you so hard that my father and mother's mother's movements have become more and more rough. Red marks appear in the snow-white breasts of his ravaged mother. My mother's screams have gradually changed, from the intermittent grace at the beginning to the extremely short Ah sound. The sound is not loud, and it is not continuous. It has to be a period of time between, but the adjustment is very high, which makes me feel a sense of shame when I hear it, and I feel that my mother is very lewd.

The man noticed the changes in his mother and seemed to be even more excited. He stood up and hugged his mother's legs, holding his mother's calves with both hands, thrusting his butt while sucking his mother's toes with his mouth, sometimes smelling his mother's soles like he had taken stimulants.

It was only then that I noticed that my mother was not really naked, and her two slender legs were wearing flesh-colored stockings.

It should be said that the man's crazy behavior made me realize that my mother was very sexy in stockings.

Now that I think about it, this man should have a tendency to have foot fetishes. What I peeked about after this happened with his mother. My mother wore stockings almost every time. I don’t know if it was because he deliberately asked her mother to do it or a coincidence, because I remember that my mother loved beauty at that time, and narrow skirts and stockings were often dressed up, which means that it was also possible that the mother who dressed up this kind of dress inspired his animal desire.

After about ten minutes of this, the man suddenly picked up his mother's butt and went outward. He probably wanted to make it easier for him to watch his mischievous scenes with this woman on the mirror cabinet door of the vertical cabinet at the end of the bed, which was equivalent to him turning his butt towards me. Although I couldn't see the expressions of his and mother's faces, the mess of tragic situation at the junction of their lower body was clearly exposed to me. To be honest, I was educated again.

The man's stick with dark black color, thick and long, with clear edges and sharp edges and blushing green stems pierced into his mother's body again and again. I felt inferior and jealous at that time. My thing was so small that I couldn't make it. Even if I evaluate it now, this man really had the capital of a hooligan.

On the other hand, I was shocked by the B who saw a woman with my own eyes for the first time, and it was my mother's B. It was like a clam, swelling and squeezed in by the ugly male root again and again, and bright red tender flesh was brought out again and again. Water flowed from the clam continuously, flowing down my mother's buttocks, flowing through the anus, and flowing onto the bed sheet to form a large piece of water.

A pubic hair was stained with vaginal fluid on the edge of the clam crack of my mother. One end of the pubic hair was also taken into the clam crack when the man inserted it.

I still naively imagined whether it would never be found again if I went in.

Just as I was thinking about it, the man carried my mother's legs on her shoulders, leaned forward as much as possible, and pressed her into a falling U-shaped shape. The man's butt was lifted up and down greatly, and the pace became faster and faster.

There were a lot of hair on his butt, and the sunken part in the middle seemed to be darker, and it seemed to show its evil to me as it was showing its viciousness.

The sound of water was getting louder and louder, and the sound of the body hitting was getting louder and louder, and the rhythm was getting faster and faster. My mother's white buttocks had turned red.

My mother's voice was no longer depressed, from a discontinuous Ah sound to a continuous AhAh…AhAh… sounding with the rhythm of the man's butt.

I have never heard of this sound, as lustful as coming from the depths of the body, but as wonderful as the music of immortals.

With this volume, even if they were closed, I could hear clearly in my room, but I had never heard the sound of my parents' sexual intercourse before. Now I think I guess my father is definitely not as good as this veteran who plays with women. Even if my mother was forced to do this man, she did get satisfaction that she had never been before with the man's rogue means.

As the man continued to thrust at high intensity, his mother's voice gradually became crying. The voice of AhAhAh… conveyed a signal that was becoming increasingly strong. I could feel it, and it seemed that it had reached a critical point.

Finally, after a very loud and slightly distorted short Ah sound, it stopped abruptly. My mother's body twitched like a spasm. I could see the vaginal fluid coming out rhythmically from the crack of the clam, and my mother's anus also contracted one by one.

I was a little scared at that time. Although I was subconsciously prepared for the stimulation they brought to me again and again, I still felt that the noise was too big and I could only stand there stupidly.

The man continued to attack the mother who seemed to be unconscious for a short time, and completed the last blow with a low growl, and then fell on her mother.

After a while, my mother woke up slowly and wanted to push the man away. The man rubbed his mother's body and said shamelessly: Didn't you let me fuck me anymore?I was so happy just now that I even said that I was not a man if I didn’t keep my word. How could I know that I was a man in bed?Mom was so sad that she said: OK, don’t talk anymore, let’s just stop here, don’t have a next time.

The man reached out to his mother's lower body and said: If I can fuck you, I will naturally have the ability to fuck you. I have never given you the satisfaction I gave you, your husband has never given you. Who was so happy that he cried and called me about my parents just now!A woman who has passed through my hands, no matter how much she likes to pretend in the past, she will become a slut with weak legs when she sees her dick.Believe it or not, if I don’t look for you in the future, you will come to me on your own initiative.My mother was sobbed by him that she almost cried: You go quickly, it's getting late, my son is coming back soon.The man said: Then you can clean it up for me first.As he said that, he stuffed the ugly cock into his mother's mouth. His mother opened her mouth humiliatedly and licked it hard, with a kind of sadness in her eyes.

I stood outside the door motionless for more than an hour. I suddenly realized that it would be a big problem if I continued to watch. I quickly picked up my schoolbag, returned lightly, and left the house without making any sound.

At this time, my head was in chaos. The amount of information I received in the past hour was too large to be digested.

I was wandering around not far downstairs of my house, waiting for the man to leave. I think his identity should be the leader of my mother's unit. I am sure he will do his mother like this time in the future.

I don’t know what to do. The psychological struggle is very fierce. It is a very contradictory thing to tell my father. I instinctively feared that my father’s reaction and the breakdown our family will face after saying it out. I have never been the kind of courageous person, so I habitually chose to escape and wait and see, which led to my peeping at my mother’s sexual matters countless times after this. Perhaps, my inner desire prevented me from telling the deep-seated reasons for this matter.