Mom and that man came into my room naked (family incest adult novel)

Mom and the man came into my room naked. Maybe it was because of the economic transition, the factory where my parents worked went from being a major taxpayer in the city to a serious decline.
The company was on the verge of bankruptcy, and employees were laid off one after another. Even a technical backbone like my father could not escape the fate of being dismissed... My mother worked in the finance department, and although the wave of layoffs had not yet affected the department staff, from my parents' usual sad conversations, I understood that the day when my mother would be laid off was not far away.

But after all, that day has not come yet. Mom still has to go to work every day, and Dad, who has been laid off, has to stay at home every day.

In less than two months, my originally cheerful father seemed to be ill. Every day after school, I could see my father sitting downstairs like a statue, not saying a word. In fact, many laid-off uncles and aunts in this staff building were similar to my father. They could often be seen sitting somewhere in silence.

Dad also brought this state home and faced Mom in silence. The originally very happy and harmonious home began to be shrouded in a thick layer of dark clouds.

Finally, Dad's numbness angered Mom.

At first, the two of them avoided me when arguing, but later they ignored me and would quarrel at any time as long as one of them was in a bad mood. Fortunately, they were still rational and never fought.

But as my father recognized and accepted reality, this situation gradually ended.

Dad no longer stays at home all day like before. He goes out to find work every day. Mom and I are very happy about his behavior, and our home has returned to its previous tranquility and happiness.

One evening not long after, my father announced to my mother and me that with his excellent welding skills, he had found a well-paid job in a foreign-funded shipbuilding company. Unfortunately, the company was not in this city.
In Dalian, this means that either my dad has to go to work somewhere else alone, or our whole family will move to Dalian.

After discussion among our family of three, we finally unanimously decided that my father would go to Dalian first, and when I graduated from junior high school and my mother was laid off from her job, we would see how my father was doing there. If conditions permitted, my mother and I would go there at that time.

After the decision was made, my mother and I packed my father's luggage and sent him on a train to Dalian the next day.

At the beginning, my mother and I were not used to life without my father.

Especially my mother, her originally plump face has become much thinner and her complexion is not as rosy as before. She seems to be listless all day long. For a while, I even doubted whether she was still my beautiful and cheerful mother. At that time, she only seemed to be in better spirits when she received a call from my father.

A month later, my mother and I received a remittance from my father. It was his first month's salary. My mother said it was a lot of money. She didn't expect that working in a shipyard would earn so much. This news made me very happy. You know, there are still many uncles and aunts in the staff building where we live who haven't found a job. Seeing them tired and worried about their daily struggles for life, I feel bad for them.

As the days passed, my mother and I had become accustomed to life without my father around. Only occasionally would I see my mother sitting in a daze, and I knew she was thinking about my father.

Before I knew it, my father had been in Dalian for half a year.

Now Mom seems to have completely gotten used to such days, and her complexion looks much better than when Dad just left.

But maybe because there are too many things to do at work, my mother often works overtime now. Every time I come home from school and see the food my mother has prepared in bowls on the table, I know that my mother must have worked overtime again. My mother is really hard-working. She always works overtime until very late. Sometimes I finish my homework and fall asleep, but my mother still hasn't come back.

A few days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, my mother told me that my father had to cancel his originally scheduled vacation because he was very busy with shipbuilding tasks during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Although I missed my father very much, I was somewhat happy to hear the news because several of my good friends told me that they were planning to go to the botanical garden on the Mid-Autumn Festival and not go home at night to attend a bonfire party at a summer resort there. To be honest, this was a big temptation for me, but I thought my dad would come back, so I turned it down.

Now, although I feel a little regretful that my father is not coming back for the holiday, I have the opportunity to go out and play with my friends. The main problem now is whether my mother will agree that my classmates and I stay out all night. But what makes me happy is that when I told my mother about it, she did not object. She was just a little worried about the safety of me and my classmates. But when I said that one of my classmates' fathers worked in the summer resort, my mother was relieved and agreed to my request very readily.

That day finally arrived. I got up early in the morning, took the food my mother prepared for me, and rode my bike to the place where I had agreed to meet with my classmates. After everyone arrived, we set off.

After riding for more than four hours, we finally arrived at the botanical garden. Although we were very tired along the way, our spirits were still very high. We immediately laughed and joked as we crossed the various interesting bridges of different shapes. I clumsily fell into the water several times, causing the tourists watching on both sides of the river to burst into laughter. Although I was a little embarrassed, I was still very happy.

We played like this until the evening.

At the appointed time, a few of us went to the summer resort to find our classmate's father, but the uncle told us that the originally planned bonfire party was cancelled because there were too few guests.

Everyone feels very sorry, but what can we do? You can't hold a party just for us students, right? My classmate's father said that no matter what, we should just spend a night here. The karaoke room and game room are free.
If you have had enough fun, just sleep here for a night and go back to the city tomorrow.

But I don't know why, I couldn't get myself excited. Singing and playing video games were boring. When it was almost nine o'clock in the evening, Xiaolin suddenly said he wanted to go home and asked if anyone wanted to go with him. I thought it was boring anyway.
In addition, thinking about my mother spending the Mid-Autumn Festival alone at home, I suddenly felt very guilty, so I decided to go back with Xiaolin.

Ignoring the other two classmates' attempts to persuade us to stay, Xiaolin and I hit the road on our bikes. Although the road was very dark, strangely enough, we managed to ride all the way back to the city smoothly without any problems! When I got downstairs,
It was just after one o'clock in the morning.

I looked up at my window and saw that the lights were off. Then I ran to the back of the building and looked at the window of my parents' bedroom, but I didn't seem to see any light coming out.

Mom must have fallen asleep.

So I tiptoed upstairs, opened the door gently and slipped into the house. I didn't want to wake up my mother.
My mother might scold me for not paying attention to safety when she sees me coming home tonight. I'd better sneak back to my room and sleep quickly. When I wake up tomorrow, I can say that my classmate's father drove us back.

But as soon as I tiptoed into the house, I saw light coming through the air vent above my parents' bedroom door. It was strange; why didn't I see any lights on downstairs just now? Did mom wake up? Or did she draw the curtains? Just as I was guessing wildly, a series of strange noises suddenly came from the bedroom. It sounded like my mother moaning. I was startled. Could it be that my mother was not feeling well? Just when I didn't know what to do, I heard a man's voice...
…Ah, Dad is back? I quickly slipped over, intending to push the door open to give my dad a surprise, but when I arrived at the bedroom door, I heard my mother's urgent whisper inside: "Don't touch... Don't touch... I can't stand it..."

What are they doing? I stopped at the door, knowing that it was not the time to go in, but I was very curious about what was going on inside. My parents' bedroom door was next to the window, so I quietly climbed onto the windowsill and looked inside through the window on the door. There was a curtain hanging on the window, but fortunately there was a not-so-big gap next to it that allowed me to see what was going on inside.

When I leaned on the door frame and looked inside through the gap, I was shocked.

My mother was lying naked on the bed with a man. That man was not my father, but an uncle I had never seen before.

At this moment, the man was lying on his side next to my mother who was lying on her back, and was using his right hand to grab and rub her very plump breasts.

Mom, she is having an affair! ! ! I felt weak all over and my mind was in a mess. I wanted to rush in and scold them for my father, and then I wanted to run away. But the end result was that I didn't move at all. I just lay there, staring at the two naked bodies on the bed.

The man was very dark, and my mother's white body lying next to him was dazzling. I have very good eyesight.
I could clearly see that my mother's nipples, which were originally sunken, gradually swelled up under the man's rubbing, and finally became as big as a piece of chalk, standing upright on her breasts.

The man stopped touching and instead reached his hand between my mother's crotch and started rubbing it.

Soon my mother began to twist her body and reached out to grab her breasts. The man might have felt uncomfortable and moved his body. Then I saw his long black thing resting horizontally on my mother's snow-white thighs.

The man was talking and laughing quietly while he used two fingers to separate my mother's hair. Then he inserted two fingers into her and started twisting it. My mother kept twisting her waist and buttocks. After a while, I heard my mother say to him loudly, "Come up quickly..."

The man laughed, but did not climb up. Instead, he turned over and leaned against the head of the bed with his legs spread apart.
Then the thing stood straight up towards the sky.

He held it in his hand and stroked it slowly for a few times, but his eyes were looking at my mother and he said something to her. My mother sat up and smiled, reached out and patted the thing lightly, then turned over and lay between the man's legs, opened her mouth and took half of it in, then lowered her head and did not move. The man, however, seemed unable to resist and closed his eyes and frowned, his hips twisting constantly.

I looked carefully at my mother's mouth and saw that her lips were holding the man's thick black thing and moving.
From time to time, her cheek would bulge out, and shiny saliva would flow from the corners of my mother's mouth, along the man's thing and into the hair at the base of it.

My mother sucked that man for a long time. Suddenly, the man raised his buttocks and inserted that thing into my mother's mouth. My mother broke free from him and knelt down coughing, making a loud noise.

The man got off the bed and stood in front of my mother, holding that thing and saying something to her. I pricked up my ears and listened carefully, but I couldn't hear clearly. Later, my mother smiled and hit the man's thigh, then opened her mouth. The man also grinned, lowered his head and kissed my mother on the face, then straightened up, held his black thing and put it into my mother's mouth.

After the mother sucked for a while, the man pressed the back of the mother's head with both hands and slowly moved his waist.
So the thing went in and out of my mother's mouth, and she looked up at him while he did it. After a while, the corners of her mouth began to drool again. The man's movements became faster and faster, and finally he pressed my mother's head hard against his crotch, and his body kept shaking.

When the man stopped, I noticed white stuff flowing out of the corners of my mother's mouth, with bubbles in it. My mother's appearance suddenly made me feel sick and want to vomit.

The man seemed very tired. He sat down on the bed and then lay down. He pulled his thing straight out of my mother's mouth. It was still hard and upright, but it was covered with a lot of white liquid.

While my mother was whispering something to the man, she bent down again and started licking that thing. The man nodded, took a cigarette from the bedside table, lit it and started smoking, but my mother didn't get up and kept sucking his thing with her mouth.

Finally, my mother gave in. She pinched the root of the thing that had grown bigger, shook it from side to side with a smile, then spread her legs and squatted on it, slowly sitting down. From my angle, I couldn't see the details.
I could only see from the side that thick and long thing was being sat into my mother's butt.

My mother held the man's belly and started moving. Her two breasts swayed up and down with her movements. The man rested his head on his arms and looked at my mother with a smile.

After moving for a long time, my mother seemed tired and lay on top of the man.

The man hugged my mother and turned over, pressing her under him. Then he knelt down, held my mother's ankles with both hands and spread them wide apart, and then began to move them back and forth.

The mother put one hand on her breast and rubbed it, while using the other hand to touch the man's belly.

At this moment, the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang. The two were obviously startled and stopped what they were doing. The man motioned for my mother to answer the phone. My mother hesitated for a moment and finally reached out to pick up the receiver.

This time I heard clearly what my mother said. She always spoke very loudly when answering the phone.

"Oh, I thought it was someone else... It's okay, you're not home, I don't have anything interesting to do, I'm just going to bed... Well, I went out to play with my classmates, I won't be back to sleep tonight... Well, don't worry, nothing should happen...
How's it going over there? Are you tired? That's it...Your stomach is not good, you should eat on time... "It turned out to be a call from Dad. Mom seemed to have forgotten that there was a man with her, and she kept chatting with Dad. It seemed that Dad was very lonely over there. They talked for a long time, and Mom was mostly listening to Dad talking over there. But the man seemed to be unable to bear it anymore,
He began to move slowly, and my mother waved to him repeatedly. The man stopped obediently, but then he rode on my mother's breasts, holding the wall with one hand, and holding the thing with the other hand and stuffing it into my mother's mouth. This time, mom didn't refuse. Instead, she obediently opened her mouth and took it in, occasionally spitting it out and licking it with her tongue, and only stopped when she answered daddy with "hmm".

She moaned a few times, said a word or two, and then opened her mouth and took the man's thing in.

My mother’s look suddenly made me angry. How could she do this? How could I be so nonchalant and do such dirty things with another man while I was talking to my dad on the phone? What should her father do if she is like this? At this moment, she was no longer the dignified and kind mother I usually knew. I didn't like this kind of mother. I once again had the urge to rush in... When I calmed down a little, my mother had hung up the phone. She called the man and said loudly: "You stinky man, you knew my husband was calling and still did this... Get up!"

The man smiled and straddled her. My mother stood up, grabbed his thing and stroked it a few times, then lowered her head and took a few bites of it. Finally, she leaned over and laid down again, with her raised butt facing the man.

The man knelt between my mother's legs, held her buttocks, and then inserted that thing into my mother's body again and moved it back and forth.

As they were doing it, their positions gradually changed, and finally they were facing away from the door, so I couldn't see anything. I could only see the man's butt and four entangled legs.

But then the man half squatted up and laid his upper body on my mother's back. I opened my eyes wide and clearly saw the man's thing going in and out of my mother's vagina. It was black, and my mother's vagina was also black. I never thought that my mother, who has such fair skin, would have such a look in her vagina! As the man's movements became faster, I heard my mother's moans getting louder and louder. At the same time, I noticed that some grayish liquid appeared where the two people were connected, which looked disgusting.

Finally, both of them stopped moving.

The man turned over and fell on the bed, gasping for breath, just like at the beginning, but my mother was still lying there motionless. Soon, I saw a stream of white liquid slowly flowing out of my mother's vagina.

After a long time, my mother got up and grabbed a piece of clothing to wipe the man's lower body. After wiping, she wiped herself. I looked carefully and it seemed to be a cotton short-sleeved shirt of my father.

Afterwards, the two people who looked very tired didn't even turn off the lights, and just fell asleep naked in each other's arms.

I quietly climbed down from the windowsill, quietly slipped out of the house, sat down in the corridor, and fell asleep before I knew it.

When I woke up, I found that it was just past five in the morning. I got up and walked to the door of my house, but hesitated whether I should go in. I didn't know whether the man had left or not.

Suddenly, I heard voices at home, and I quickly ran to the corner of the corridor and hid. After a while, I saw my mother sticking her head out of the door and looking around. Seeing that there was no one in the corridor, my mother asked the man to come out. They kissed hurriedly, and then my mother immediately closed the door.

The man also hurried over to the stairs. I looked at his face and found that he had a smug smile on his face.

This man is not good-looking at all, much worse than my dad.

After staying in the corridor for more than ten minutes, I walked to the door of my house, took out my key and opened it.

My mother poked her head out from the bathroom, her face pale: "Who is it?... Why are you back so soon?
"

I ignored her and went back to my room.

I was in a daze for not long before my mother called me to have breakfast outside the door.

I got up and left the room. I saw my mother pouring porridge into my bowl. After pouring it, she held the edge of the bowl with her lips and took a sip. Then she smiled and said to me, "Eat it quickly. It's not hot at all."

I looked at her mouth, remembered the way the man's thing went in and out of her mouth yesterday, and remembered the disgusting white liquid flowing out of her mouth. I suddenly felt nauseous and vomited repeatedly, but didn't vomit anything.

"What's wrong with you? Huh? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

My mother asked me repeatedly with concern, and I shook my head and said I was fine, I just felt a little nauseous suddenly... so I didn't eat breakfast.

After saying this, he left his mother with a puzzled look on her face and went back to his room to continue sleeping.

From then on, I always paid attention to my mother's actions during meals. I would not touch anything she had tasted with her mouth first. Even when my mother wanted to kiss me, I would feel a little disgusted... Since that day, I gradually began to pay attention to my mother's usual actions, and finally I discovered another problem.

After my father passed away, my family's phone bills increased a lot. At first I thought it was caused by the phone calls with my father. Later I found out that every day after watching TV and before going to bed, my mother would talk to someone on the phone. Sometimes the talk would last for a long time. Occasionally, I also secretly saw my mother touching her vagina with her hand while she was talking on the phone with someone...she was masturbating.

But other than that I never saw that man again.

Maybe that man was just someone my mother found on impulse? I gradually stopped caring about it.

It wasn't until one day that I found out that the man was my mother's long-term lover.

That morning my mother told me that she might have to work overtime in the evening and asked me to eat by myself after school.

But when I got home after school, I realized that I had forgotten to bring my keys. Fortunately, my home was close to my mother's workplace, so I went to her workplace to find her.

The factory gate had been locked from the inside a long time ago, but this did not pose a problem for me, who grew up here. I knew there was a hole in the back wall of the factory that I could enter, so I entered the factory from there and then went all the way to the fourth-floor office building where my mother worked.

Most of the rooms in the building were turned off, only one or two rooms, including my mother's office, were still on.

I went up to the third floor where my mother was and entered the office, only to find that there was no one inside. Is my mother not here? But her coat and bag are still there? After waiting for a while, I felt the urge to pee, so I went to the toilet.

After going to the bathroom, I was about to go back to my mother's office, but I heard the sound of a door closing upstairs. Oh, I just saw a room with a light on upstairs, so maybe my mother went there to do some work.

So I went up to the fourth floor.

Many of the rooms were unlocked, but no one was inside. When I got to one of the rooms, there was a sign on the door saying "Lounge".

When I entered the room with the sign, I heard a noise from inside. I tried pushing the door, but found it was locked from the inside.

I put my ear to the door and listened, and heard my mother's voice from inside.

Mom, she's here.

Suddenly, I felt the same powerlessness as when I saw my mother cheating on a man that day. My heart started beating violently. I was very eager and curious. What was my mother doing in there? But how can we see it?
There is a cement windowsill more than half a meter wide outside the windows of this old building, which connects every window on the same floor.

I found an open office, opened the window, and carefully climbed onto the windowsill, following it all the way to the window of the lounge.

After a lot of effort, I finally climbed out of the window.

I carefully poked my head in, but didn't see anything, so I plucked up my courage and poked my head a little further, and finally I could see the whole picture of the room.

At the same time, I saw my mother - and that man.

The man was lying naked on the table in front of the window, and my mother was standing in front of the table, with her head down between his legs, just like she did last time at home, holding that thing in her mouth and wrapping it. The difference was that my mother was wearing clothes this time.

After sucking the man for a long time, my mother let go of her mouth and began to take off her clothes.

When she was left with only her underwear, I found that my mother was wearing a very sexy set of underwear. Her bra and panties were very small, and there was a lot of lace on them. I could clearly see my mother's nipples and pubic hair.

The man sat on the bed. Through the open air vent, I heard him ask my mother to turn around a few times for him to see. So my mother obediently raised her hands and turned around.

The man's thing, which had already softened a little, became hard again. He kept fiddling with it with his hand, his eyes fixed on my mother's body.

"Stick your butt up."

The man stood up and instructed my mother. My mother smiled coquettishly, raised her buttocks to her, and reached out to pull the panties sandwiched between her buttocks aside, revealing her vagina.

I thought the man would put his thing into my mother's vagina like he did last time, but he didn't.
Instead, he took out a watercolor pen from somewhere and wrote two words on my mother's butt. Two black words - Bitch. "Why are you writing on my butt? What are you writing?"

The mother hurriedly straightened up and turned her head to look at her buttocks where the words were written: "What on earth did you write? Wipe it off for me, what if my children see it?"

"hey-hey……"

The man sat down again, pulled my mother between her legs, pulled down her bra, buried his face between her breasts and said in a muffled voice, "Who can see it? Why don't you go home and wash it..."

Mom stopped talking. She stroked the man's hair and looked down at him sucking her nipples.

After the man had sucked her nipples enough, he asked my mother to lie on the bed with her legs spread, and then he held the thing and inserted it into her vagina.

After entering, he lay down and hugged his mother, and his mother also stretched out her arms to hug him, and then the two of them moved back and forth.

I don't know how much time had passed. I was a little numb from lying outside the window when I saw the man suddenly speed up his movements. He gasped and said, "I... I... came..."

My mother moaned continuously, and she rubbed the man's back and replied, "Today... you can't cum inside..."

The man made no sound, but just worked hard.

After a while, the man began to tremble all over, his buttocks thrust up and down, but my mother began to struggle:
Didn’t I tell you not to ejaculate inside? What are you doing? "

The man held my mother down tightly, and didn't let her go until he stopped thrusting. He lay beside my mother and said with a grin, "What? Are you afraid of getting pregnant? If you are pregnant, just give birth to a child for me. Don't you want to? Come, lick me..."

His mother hit him and said, "You are ruining me. How can I face people if I really get pregnant?"

As she said this, she lowered her head and took the man's dirty, white stuff into her mouth and started sucking it, even licking the black flesh bag underneath several times.

After my mother cleaned her vagina, the man hugged her and laid on the bed, touching her breasts and asking:
"Do I make you feel good? I am much better than your husband, right?"

Mom smiled and said, "Our Lao Li is much better than you. He can make me orgasm every time, and his thing is bigger than yours..."

The man became anxious: "Didn't you say last time that I'm much better than your husband? Why did you change your words again?
"

Seeing that the man was anxious, my mother burst out laughing: "Anxious? Then why are you asking me?"

The man turned over and rode on my mother: "Tell me again, who is more comfortable between me and your husband?"

Mom smiled and said, "Look how anxious you are... You ask this every time, and don't I answer you every time? You make me feel comfortable..."

The man laughed complacently: "How did I make you feel comfortable? Please answer carefully..."

My mother was touching the man's butt and suddenly said loudly, "You're fucking me so well! Is this okay?"

The man smiled triumphantly. He moved his body upwards and put the softened black thing on my mother's lips: "You whore... come on, wrap my cock hard, and I'll fuck you again..."

I didn't hear my mother's answer, but I saw her obediently open her mouth and start sucking the man's thing.

I couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so I climbed back along the same path, then went downstairs to my mother's office. My mother always had a spare key in her bag, so I took one and went home.

…I don’t know how long I slept, but I suddenly woke up and found my mother sitting beside my bed.

Seeing that I opened my eyes, my mother asked, "Did you come to the factory to see me tonight?"

I thought of the ugly scene between her and that man just now, and I couldn't help feeling disgusted, so I answered angrily:
"Um……"

But when I saw my mother's face turn pale, I couldn't help but explain: "I didn't bring my key, so I went to the office to look for you, but you weren't there. I waited for a long time but you didn't come back, so I took the key from your bag and came back."

After listening to what I said, my mother's complexion gradually returned to normal.

She pulled the quilt for me and whispered, "You, you are so careless even at this age. Don't do this anymore, okay? Okay, go to sleep..."

As she said that, she kissed me on the forehead, and I resisted the urge to struggle.

After that, my mother's overtime hours suddenly became less, and she basically got off work on time every day. Could it be that she had broken up with her lover? That is not the case.

One day after dinner, my mother and I were watching TV when the phone suddenly rang. My mother went into the bedroom to answer it, but came out soon.

At about ten o'clock, my mother asked me to go to bed. I agreed and went to the bathroom to wash up, but found that the soap was gone. I leaned out of the bathroom to ask my mother to get me one, but found that my mother was pouring some white powder into a cup of milk and then stirring it with a spoon. Isn't that the cup I use to drink milk before going to bed every day? What is mom doing? With doubts, I quickly washed up and returned to my room, where I saw the cup placed on my desk.

I remembered the powder, quickly opened the air vent and poured out the milk. After thinking for a while, I wiped some of the remaining milk at the corners of my mouth.

Just after I finished doing all this, my mother pushed the door open and came in. She looked at the empty cup, then looked at me, then smiled and reached out to wipe the milk off the corner of my mouth: "Look at you, you don't even know to wipe your mouth after drinking. Okay, go to bed quickly, you have to go to school tomorrow."

I agreed, took off my clothes, and got into bed. My mother turned off the lights for me and went out.

About an hour later, I was about to fall asleep with my eyes half blinking when I heard a knock on the door.
Immediately afterwards, I heard the sound of a door opening. I immediately woke up, got up from bed and went to the door to listen to the noise outside.

Outside, I heard the rustling of clothes and panting, followed by a quick kiss. After a long time, I heard a man's voice: "Do you miss me?"

Mom gasped, "Yes!"

"Take off your clothes quickly... Where's your child? Is he asleep?"

"Asleep. I let Li Qing sleep after you called me... Don't worry, I took sleeping pills and won't wake up until tomorrow morning..."

I was so angry. It turned out that my mother gave me sleeping pills in order to have an affair with her lover! No wonder I have become so sleepy recently, I was not like this before... I was so sad that I had no interest in listening anymore. With tears in my eyes, I lay down on the bed, covered my head with the quilt and cried, no longer caring about the dirty things happening between the two people outside.

I don’t know how long I cried, but I fell into a deep sleep.

I was sleeping uneasily and was suddenly awakened by the sound of the door opening. I opened my eyes a little and looked towards the door, and was surprised to find that my mother and the man entered my room naked.

When the light was turned on, I hurriedly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

What are they doing in my room? I don't know who pushed me into the bed, then two people got on my bed, and then a kissing sound came into my ears.

"Good wife, hurry up..."

When I heard the man's voice in my ears, I couldn't help but stiffen all over. What on earth were they going to do? ...The answer will soon be known.

My mother's hand fell on me and she spoke to the man at the same time, her voice sounding somewhat dissatisfied: "You are too perverted. I shouldn't have let you come to my house in the first place. You always do this. I want to kill you!"

As she was talking, my mother took off all my clothes. My naked body felt a little cold when it came into contact with the air.

At this moment, I probably guessed what was going to happen to me, but I didn't move, because I heard my mother's next words: "I warn you, you can touch and kiss me however you want, but you absolutely cannot do it with my daughter, otherwise I will fight you to death! !"

My mother is still my mother after all. Even though she sold out her daughter to please her lover, I still couldn't find the most thorough violation... So I suppressed my grief and nausea and continued to pretend to sleep.

The man chuckled and said, "Look at what you said. I have never failed to do what you said. I am not a pervert.
I won’t really do it to your daughter, she’s still too young… But I say, she’s really worthy of being your daughter, look, her breasts are already so big, she will definitely catch up with yours in the future…”

As soon as I finished speaking, a mouth fell on my breast and sucked my nipple.

I couldn't help but tremble. The man let go of my nipple and said, "Look, it's just as sensitive as you. It reacted as soon as I touched it... Don't look at it. Hurry up and wrap it for me. I can sleep well after I cum..."

I heard a sizzling sound in my ears. I could imagine what my mother looked like at the moment without even looking... But I really didn't know that she could feed that dirty and ugly thing to a man who was playing with her own daughter's body... This woman is no longer my mother.

Soon, the man's breathing became rapid. I felt him slowly get up and move to the bottom of the bed, saying, "Don't let go, keep going..."

The man's target was my crotch.

Soon he was lying there, and I could already feel the breath from his mouth gushing onto my private parts.

I could hardly bear the fear and was about to jump up when suddenly something wet and soft stuck to my labia and started to move. My hair stood on end and I moaned inexplicably, but apparently neither my mother nor the man noticed and they were still doing their own things.

The man's tongue kept teasing my labia, and became stronger and stronger. Several times I almost jumped up and ran away.

Finally I heard the man say in a hoarse voice: "Quick... I'm going to cum..."

I opened my eyes a little and looked down, and saw the man lying on his side between my legs, still licking me. My mother was kneeling beside the bed like a madman and a bitch, stretching her neck and sucking the man's tall, ugly thing with her mouth. Her permed hair was swinging rapidly with her head, like a messy chicken coop.

I was sad and planned to close my eyes, not wanting to see my mother's lewd appearance anymore.

At this moment, the man suddenly stood up and pushed my mother away. He quickly stroked his thing and said to her, "Open your vagina quickly. I'm about to cum..."

My mother stood up and I hurriedly closed my eyes. I didn’t know what they were talking about, but I had a vague feeling that what was happening next would definitely happen to me.

Sure enough, I heard my mother's voice getting closer and closer to my ears, and then her two hands separated my mouth.

"You always do this, aren't you ruining her? You're really not a human being... I say, just cum in my mouth and stop ruining Xiaoqing, okay?"

The man didn't say anything. I heard a strange sound coming from his throat. Suddenly, a round, smelly and slippery thing was stretched into my mouth. It rubbed on my tongue and cheeks for a few times, and suddenly swelled a little. Then a stream of liquid suddenly rushed into the deep of my mouth. The thing twitched in my mouth, and shot the fishy and bitter liquid into my mouth again and again, soon filling my mouth.

The liquid in my mouth was so slippery and disgusting that I wanted to spit it out, but my throat moved involuntarily and before I knew it, the stuff slid down my throat... The man reached out and touched my breasts and vagina a few times, then left my room.

But my mother stayed. She wiped the corners of my mouth and face with a towel, murmuring, "My dear little girl, I'm sorry. I will never do this again. Your uncle Li promised me that today is the last time..."

My mother's voice sounded a little sad, but I hated her to death. As soon as she left my room, I started to vomit. I buried my face in the quilt and pinched my throat with my fingers, trying to spit out the disgusting liquid. I cried while vomiting, crying for my poor father and my poor self. Why did my mother become like this? Why did God let this happen? And me, why didn't I stand up and reject them at the beginning? ! I don’t know, I just know that I want to cry... After crying enough, my heart gradually calmed down.

After sorting out my confused mind, I decided to go to Dalian to find my father and tell him everything that happened at home.

Let Dad decide everything. Even if he and Mom divorce, I will live with him and never with Mom.

Because the moment that woman started selling her body, she was no longer my mother.

After making up my mind, I got up, dressed, and took out all the pocket money I had saved and put it in my pocket.
Then he opened the door and walked out.

It seems that my mother has slept with that man.

The bedroom light was off.

I took the coat off the hanger and put it on, then unlocked the door. At this moment, I heard a voice from behind. It was my mother: "Xiao Qing..."

I turned around and looked at her coldly in panic, then walked out without hesitation.

I heard my mother's heart-wrenching cry from behind: "Xiao Qing..."

The story ends here, but in fact a little bit more happened afterwards.

After my father knew everything, he hugged me and cried and said, "Dad is sorry."

Then he took me home and reported the incident to the police.

Maybe my mother already knew the consequences of the incident. When the police and I entered the house, she was sitting on the sofa with disheveled hair.

When she saw me and my dad, she knelt down and cried and begged us for forgiveness. My dad said, "I can forgive your infidelity, but I cannot forgive what you did to your daughter."

The police took my mother away, and based on her confession, they also arrested her lover.

At first the man refused to admit what he had done to me, but my mother confessed everything, and with my testimony and the evidence left on my bed, the matter was quickly settled, and both my mother and the man would face legal sanctions.

My father and I went to the sentencing ceremony.

Mother looked at us with a pale face and tears kept flowing.

Later she asked her father if there was any hope of saving their marriage. Her father said no, but I once promised you that I would only have you as my wife in this life, so I will never marry again until I die.

My mother did not beg for my forgiveness because she knew I would never forgive her. She said sorry over and over again... The night when I returned to Dalian with my father, I thought about it for a long time and decided on one thing for my poor father.

At midnight, I walked into my father's room.
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