I’m a male, eighteen years old, student.
I’m writing on my computer right now, something I can’t say to anyone, can’t publish to anyone, but can’t just hide it in my heart, can’t just repress it in my reasoning and emotions anymore.
At this moment, I am sitting on the desk in the room, which is not lit, and the surroundings are dim all over again. In the whole room, only the light from the computer’s fluorescent screen maintains the existence of the space.
The faint blue light emanating from the screen was now reflecting the silhouette of a naked woman’s body on the bed beside the desk, the woman on the bed was unconscious and asleep, yet her breathing was rapid, for she had just been raped by five men.
The light was dim, but you could still see in the dim light the beautiful curves of her body despite her middle age, and the huge amount of semen left on her face, on her breasts, on her belly, and even on her beautiful cunt. Some of it was from outsiders, some from her son. And this woman, yes, she was my mom.
Don’t get me wrong, my mom is not a watery woman, on the contrary, she is a very pure Chinese traditional stupid woman.
Mom got married at nineteen and had me at twenty, Dad was her first love, and in her mind she only had one man in her life, her love and body would only ever belong to her husband alone.
However, even she didn’t know that she had in fact been enjoyed by dozens of men over the past decade or so, and that she had been abused by them for more than a decade without even realizing it. Each of the four children she bore may have been fathered by a different man, or more likely by her son.
More than that, she would never have imagined that the humiliation of recent years was orchestrated by her son – me.
“Xiao Zhi, you have to keep a good eye on mom, she suffers from congenital low blood sugar, she will often suddenly lose consciousness and faint, unconsciousness, but this is no big deal, when the time comes, you have to keep a good watch on mom, by the time she wakes up take some candies for her to eat, to increase her blood sugar will be fine. Of course, grandpa will be by your side, he’ll take care of it now, just be calm, and you’ll take care of mom while grandpa’s away.”
When I was about four years old and began to understand sex, my father gave me this advice. I was so young that I had no idea what he was saying, and all I knew was that my mom would faint a lot, so don’t be afraid to look for my grandpa when it happened.
Since then, whenever mom fainted at home, I would go to grandpa. And every time grandpa would carry mom into the room after praising me, I tried to follow him in, but the door was locked, after a long time grandpa came out, I went in to take a look, mom was sleeping quietly on the bed covered with a quilt, her face was red, I was so relieved, mom was fine.
Grandpa said to me, “Xiaozhi, do you want your mom to praise you? If you want to, just say that Grandpa wasn’t here, and that you were the one who helped Mommy to bed, and that you took care of her, okay?”
Of course I said yes to being praised by my mom, and the fact that she actually praised me every time afterward, and that Grandpa had been taking care of my mom all by himself but letting me take the credit, made me very happy.
One time my mom asked me, “Chi, did you do anything to mom after I passed out?”
Before I could understand what she meant, she was muttering to herself again, “I’m stupefied, Xiao Zhi is only six, what can I do at such a young age? This is probably a problem with my body, I’m sorry Little Chi, it’s nothing.”
I was even more confused by her then, and it wasn’t until I was nine that I realized what she meant when she asked me then.
And because of this time? I was still a little kid who couldn’t do anything, not suspicious at all, and in the absence of other suspects, my simple and ignorant mom gradually accepted the feeling that lingered in her lower body every time she woke up as a normal reaction to the disease, which contributed to her absolute trust in me, the only one who was there every time she was raped, and also contributed to her life of letting the men around her enjoy themselves to their heart’s content.
When I was eight years old, my mom gave birth to my second brother, and my dad wondered, “I take precautions every time, but how can I still get pregnant? Hehehe, maybe I’m just too good at it, there’s nothing I can do about it! Chi, you’ve got company.”
A year later, Grandpa died. When he died, my dad took a week off work to handle the funeral, during which time my mom fainted once, and my dad carried her to bed and left her alone, without locking the door or stopping me from entering the room to see my mom, which was so strange to me.
On the first day after my father returned to work, my mother fell unconscious once again. I tried to take care of my mom by myself and put her to bed, only to realize that I, at the age of nine, was not capable of carrying her to bed by myself. I was amazed at my mom’s stupidity and lack of defensiveness in believing that I was the only child taking care of her.
At my wit’s end, I asked my neighbors for help. There was an uncle next door whose wife was often away at work, but he himself was unemployed and did nothing at home all day. My mother and the other neighbor’s wives often talked about him and criticized him, but I didn’t think much of him.
Uncle came and saw his mom lying on the floor, went up to her and called her twice, pushed her twice, and when she didn’t respond, one hand went to her breasts and began to slowly caress them.
It was then that I first noticed the bulge on a woman’s chest, and as I watched it being scrubbed and contorted, I had a strange feeling in my heart, “Is it this soft? Is it so soft? Is it so “used”?
Uncle stroked a child, only to realize that I have been watching him, told me to stay in the hall to take care of the second brother, held the unconscious mother into the room, this time and grandpa, uncle did not lock the door, I tiptoe to the door to open the door to peep at the small Xu, uncle in the undressing of the mother.
It was the first time I had ever seen a woman naked, a twenty-nine year old, moderately slender woman naked!
I kissed my mom’s naked body! Those breasts, that valley, it wasn’t very beautiful for a nine year old boy, but it was a primal shock from the bottom of my heart, and I stayed there mesmerized for a moment.
Mom’s clothes were stripped off in a flash, and my uncle had one hand on her private parts and kept on pumping, while the man lowered his head and kissed and slurped her breasts. I watched the man who wasn’t my dad keep sucking my mom’s body, and I had an indescribable feeling in my heart.
Even though I was only nine years old and didn’t know what intercourse was or what rape was, I still realized that my uncle was bullying my mom, and I knew I should have gone up and stopped her, but it was just too curious and fascinating for me to go up and stop it.
When my uncle undressed himself, it was another kind of shock, what was it? How it wasn’t a small cock like mine, but a big, intimidating rod!
I couldn’t believe my eyes when the big rod disappeared into my mom’s lower body, even though it was nine years ago, the memory images were as clear as if it happened yesterday.
I still vividly remember that feeling, that feeling of seeing a man’s sexual organ enter a woman’s genitals for the first time! That feeling of seeing my mom being raped by another man for the first time!
How heavenly was that! The guts were trembling! My throat was dry, my hands were trembling, my heart was beating wildly, and most shocking of all, my cock began to throb, the first throbbing of my cock, the first throbbing from the sight of my mom being raped.
What I remember even more vividly is how I couldn’t help but spontaneously glove my dick for the first time as my uncle thrust wildly at my mom in front of me.
He sped up, I sped up, and finally, with a dizzying rush, I had the first orgasm of my life.
My uncle then let out a yell and everything fell silent, the sight of his still throbbing organ slowly withdrawing from your mom’s pussy as he left her, pulling out a secretion connecting the two of them underneath, is something I’ll never forget for the rest of my life.
Uncle cleaned up and dressed mom after he was done, and left, leaving me alone in the room staring at mom in awe, wanting to reach out and touch her breasts, wanting to take off her pants to try out what it would feel like to have my dick inside her.
But I don’t dare, I want to, but I really don’t dare, in the end I’m just a nine year old kid.
Mom woke up no different, as if nothing had happened, but felt more of a virtuous and feminine with a sense of wrongedness, smiling and thanking me for taking care of her, and again making me not feel that she had been hurt.
My head was so confused all over again that I was surprised that I was letting another man enjoy my mom’s body, because I was enjoying it too!
I enjoy the amazing feeling of someone else raping my own mom in front of me! That sour, humiliating, aggravating, but very exciting feeling!
That night, I began to think about my mom’s body and how she had been raped by my uncle in the morning. At the same time, I realized that my grandfather had been using his cock to penetrate my sleeping mom like an uncle in the locked room for years, and that I had been cooperating with him without knowing it.
After mom’s second swoon afterwards, I committed the first act of betraying her in my life after a long mental struggle. I called my neighbor’s uncle to help me even though I knew she was going to be raped, in order to get the thrill of witnessing my mom being lustfully humiliated in front of me once again.
Anyway, she had already been enjoyed by her grandfather for so many years without him realizing it was okay, so it was okay to give her to uncle to play with, right? That’s what I thought at the time. From that day on, my poor mom became a real-life heroine for my son to enjoy without my knowledge.
For most of the following year, I asked my uncle to rape my mom once or twice a week on average, while I watched from behind the door of my room as he fucked my mom in different positions and shot his gun.
Later in a shotgun orgasm, a huge amount of cum spurted out of the front of my glans, and I was at a loss for words, frozen in place.
That’s when I realized that it wasn’t as simple as my uncle sticking his cock in my mom, he’d been injecting these things into her, he’d already injected 40 or 50 doses of something that looked like snot into my mom’s stomach!
It felt like those things had branded my mom’s body and made her into a woman belonging to my uncle. I also wanted to bury a part of my body inside my mom and make her my subordinate.
That night I began to dream about fucking my mom and then filling her honey cunt with cum.
The following time, without calling my uncle, I undressed my mom on the floor and sucked and rubbed her tits and cunt, trying for the first time to sneak up on my own mom.
All this time, my mind was constantly filled with countless images of two relatives, my grandfather and my mom, raping each other, so I didn’t think it was sinful, and any adulterous mom wouldn’t have minded letting her son have a piece of the action.
I was so anxious, I was so excited, but somehow I just couldn’t get hard! After fifteen minutes, I gave up and went to the next door to call my uncle.
I don’t know if it was psychological or I had gotten used to the program. Upon seeing my mom being raped once again, my dick surprisingly got hard once again!
Also when he finished and left, I went into the room and looked at my mom’s cummed pussy, I felt indescribably hard and excited, my cock was immediately as hard as an iron pillar, and this time I finally succeeded in inserting my cock into my mom’s wet pussy and pumping it, and for the first time I had carnal relations with my own mother!
I can’t describe how I felt the first time I made love to my mom! I stayed pressed on top of her, looking at her dignified and peaceful face, the sleeping expression of my mom with her eyes closed, like a sign that she was happy to accept her son’s invasive desecration.
I kept pumping her pussy, kept slamming her womb hard, and then, in a fit of extreme euphoria, poured my offspring into the place of my own birth. The cum that I had leaked for the second time in my life had been able to be accepted and housed by the female body, and that person was even the mother who had given birth to me!
In a coma, the corners of her mouth actually smiled slightly! While I was intoxicated by the euphoric excitement of ejaculating in a woman’s womb for the first time, I was glad to let my sleeping mom enjoy the pleasure of being pounded by my own son’s semen.
Infinitely stimulated, I rode on top of my mother to whip again, to harness and tame the high and mighty Mother Superior, causing her to unknowingly allow her son, who had usually been her obedient servant, to plant his flag and station his heavy troops in her most private area.
A ten year old child, like an emperor, pressed his mother, who he usually respected and feared, into the bed, thrusting to his heart’s content and then injecting the essence of sustenance again, like a dog peeing on the street to dominate the turf, occupying the territory that was originally reserved for his father’s exclusive use.
I tackled my mom like a mad dog and kept cumming over and over again until I was rooted out. I’ll never forget how wonderful it was.
Mom woke up oblivious to her stomach being filled with her son’s semen and thanked me as usual, but to my ears she was thanking me for injecting the seed essence into her and for my son’s sovereignty and pampering of Mom’s body.
In my eyes, the mom who just woke up became different, from today onwards, she officially became a woman, officially became my woman, officially became my son’s plaything, she is especially beautiful today.
Since then, whenever my mom was sick and in a coma, I would ask someone to rape her, and then I would do it again, and every time she was raped, she thanked me with great satisfaction.
Over time, things got deeper and deeper like an addiction, and the need for stimulation became greater and greater. My uncle alone could no longer satisfy me, and following those years, those who came to rape my mother, led by me, included not only my uncle, but also my uncle, my own uncle, a friend who was my father’s brother, several other neighbors, and dozens of strangers, who were door-to-door salesmen, questionnaire surveyors, deliverymen, and one who came as a missionary!
Of course, some of them knew what I was up to. As I grew up, I could no longer pretend to be ignorant, nor could I pretend that I was not strong enough to carry my mother to her room, and they all knew what I was up to. Neighbors, uncles and watchmen all knew what my beastly son was up to, and they were all happy to cooperate, so we all got what we wanted.
My neighbor’s uncle had known that I was peeking through the door and often abused my mother by putting her in embarrassing positions for my enjoyment.
On several occasions they even brought two or three men I didn’t recognize, so I got to see the sadness of my mom being gang-raped by several people at once.
The more people and strangers that came to rape my mom, the more excited I got, and the more I fucked afterward, and I couldn’t do anything without calling outsiders to stimulate me.
Sometimes when mom, dad, and Nankin meet in the lobby to talk, I get excited: mom doesn’t know that she’s been enjoyed by the man in front of her countless times, and she’s even tasted the other guy’s cock, but she’s been polite to him without even knowing it! She also has a monthly paycheck to him!
Mother disliked her uncle’s idleness and ignored him. When she saw her uncle’s wife, she used to say, “Married to a man like that, I’ve practiced in my past life!” Unbeknownst to her, she had become her daytime libido double for several years, being constantly seeded and fertilized by her husband on her behalf, and giving birth to little wastes for this waste of a man at any time.
Dad is even more miserable, I do not know every day to the male colleagues, it turns out that several of them are tasted his wife’s brother, and often in front of them to show off their own have a virtuous beauty of the wife. Every time I see them get along harmoniously and chat, or mom in front of the men who have raped her to put on a lady posture, I even dick will be hard.
I knew that this was a sickness, both physically and psychologically, and that it was getting worse, but there was nothing I could do about it. I had been with several people of the opposite sex during this period, but no matter how much I made out with them, I couldn’t get an erection, no matter what, and I was at a point where I couldn’t help myself.
During this time, mom had two more children, all boys, not knowing who the biological father was, I’m sure at least one of them was mine.
Dad, who had been using birth control, was very surprised, but because of Mom’s traditional and pure nature, and Dad’s absolute trust in her, he just assumed that the birth control efforts were inadequate, and had no suspicion of Mom at all.
It never occurred to him that all along, his wife had been coming and going, constantly sucking the seed of all the men around her every day. The saddest thing was that he had been using a contraceptive bag when he fucked his wife for more than a decade, and while she continued to get pregnant and give birth to children for others, he was the only one who couldn’t release his sperm in her womb.
The year before last, my mother was thirty-six, I was sixteen, and my three younger brothers were eight, six, and four years old, and they had begun to wonder why every time my mother fainted, my brother asked a man to carry her into the room. After she came out, her brother went in again.
I knew that sooner or later, I wouldn’t be able to cover up the fire, so I decided to make the first move. During one of the times when my uncle was raping my mom, I brought my three brothers into the room to watch!
They watched in amazement, the children were young and ignorant, stimulated by this, and then gave us a strong push to try.
On that day my second brother was very excited when he managed to enter mom’s tender pussy. My third and fourth brothers were too young to get erections, so I opened my mom’s mouth to take their dicks, making them laugh.
Three kids under the age of ten? They played with and abused their sleeping mom as a toy for almost an hour, and everyone was satisfied with the results.
Since then, mom has been the unknowing object of her children’s desire, whether awake or unconscious. When she goes out on the street, her brothers compete to masturbate in her underwear, and when she comes back, they expect her to have a seizure.
In their minds, all they know is that it’s exciting and fun, and they don’t know if it’s hurting their mom. They are not old enough to think about incest or rape, which is why I want to do it now.
And the poor mom once back, and pretend to be cute, let them take advantage of them, do not know that their sons are actually waiting for the opportunity to gang rape themselves, still have no chance to pay the sincere love of mothers, a face of ignorance to let us play lightly, unknowingly with the tiger to sleep with.
Maybe it is the relationship between the early hypnotic valley conditioning, the development of the younger brothers is much faster than normal, two months ago, even the six-year-old fourth brother can enter the mother’s body, of course, failed to ejaculate; eight-year-old third brother at the beginning of this year in the mother’s uterus injected the first dose of semen; the second brother, needless to say, has already let the mother enjoy countless times of supplements, they also said that they want to fight fast to make the mother insemination.
And the usual masturbatory venting of the overly energetic younger brothers is all placed on their mom’s chronic consumption of glucose water and fresh milk to replenish their blood sugar.
She would not pass out more than twice a week, and the number of times she could let us fill her pussy with sperm was limited, but she was unknowingly taking in all the sperm that her sons were producing every day. Not a drop of the sperm produced by my two sons every day was wasted in my mother’s stomach, and I had unknowingly trained my brothers to become even more perverted beasts than I was!
I felt uneasy about the behavior of my two brothers, but thought of my mom consuming her sons’ semen everyday without knowing it. Seeing that she kept getting glucose water to drink every day, and licking her lips as if she knew the taste of her sons’ semen after tasting it, my cock would rise up and ache again.
Her brothers even teased and asked her, “Isn’t it delicious? Does Mommy love these?”
Unaware of this, Mom chimes in with a sweet smile, “It’s delicious, Mom’s favorite.”
The boys cheered, and mom, unaware of the catch, ignorantly continued to pour her son’s cum into her mouth, continuing the lewd display of a mother swallowing her son’s cum.
I can’t remember which morning before full light, I woke up from my dream to pee, and saw my mom, who was used to waking up early for her morning walks, sitting at the dining room table by herself, looking out the window at the beautiful dawn, while slowly and leisurely savoring the fresh milk breakfast filled with her son’s semen. It was as if she woke up early in the morning and couldn’t wait to check her children’s developmental progress yesterday, or to chew and savor her son’s reproductive capacity and the quality of his semen.
It felt different from the usual sensation of us injecting cum into her lower body while she was unconscious, regardless of whether she was aware of it or not, mom was now actively receiving her children’s cum, she was feeling the taste and texture of her son’s cum while she was awake and sentient.
In the soft morning light, my mom’s body was as if she was transparent, and I could see my brother’s semen flowing into her stomach and then dissolving into all parts of her body, becoming part of my mom. The silhouette of my mom, dissolved with my son’s semen, glowed with a soft halo, like a Greek goddess supplying sexual desire and love, and it was all so picturesque, it was beautiful.
From then on, mom began a regular life of eating her son’s semen every day, then being raped and inseminated by strangers and her sons, then getting up and eating her son’s semen again, and being a virtuous housewife whose stomach was filled with men’s semen every day.
Perhaps it was because she had unknowingly fed her sons with semen every day, and her uterus had been immersed in the nutrients supplied by countless men for years, the countless marks of happiness that had been constantly injected into her for more than a decade gradually overflowed on her appearance.
Now thirty-eight years old mother more and more bright and beautiful, body plump and charming, a well nourished happy woman look.
To me, who knew what was going on, it was as if I was looking through my mom’s red and pink face and seeing the thousands of male essences hidden inside. It felt like 70% of my mom’s body was made up of semen, like a charity fundraiser where everyone gets a piece of the action.
I sometimes feel confused about what I am doing, is it right or wrong? Mom in the dark, not only get countless men’s nourishment and moisturizing, but also not lose the dignity of a lady in the heart, every day full of confidence in the face of countless men around her body has contributed to a point of force, to accept the world on her countless read the praise and taste of the beautiful body. This may be a lot of women’s life dream, this in the end is lucky or unfortunate?
Every night, I am so moved by watching a family cuddle up on the couch and watch TV.
Mom was surrounded by a pack of beasts in the middle, not realizing that she was actually a public commode for all the males in the family, letting us defecate like peeing on the top and bottom of our mouths every day, receiving all the semen that her sons could let out from the time they were able to ejaculate.
If she knew that her four sons, whom she had raised with her own hands, not only kept on humiliating her, but also used her as a banquet for all to savor. If she knew that she had been coitus unknowingly with men she knew and even strangers around her under the planning of her sons, I wonder how she would have felt?
Yet how could an innocent woman imagine how far a man’s beastly nature could go?
Just like on the sofa, the fourth brother still thinks that he is young and pretends to be ignorant and scratches his mother’s chest, while the mother only thinks that it is a sign of her son’s love for her and lets him do whatever he wants.
Who would have thought that her own six-year-old son, who already had an insatiable appetite for women, would still see her mother as prey? In fact, he had already been in and out of his own body countless times?
The father, who didn’t know why, didn’t know that the son beside him was not only not his own son, but also a beast who had been continuously humiliating his mom. There is no intention to let them pretend to be ignorant of their wife’s tits, full of comfort, twisting them to watch TV.
And in this moment, the family is still writhing on the couch as if nothing has happened, each taking solace in their own minds or schemes of the heart, looking innocent, cozy, and evil in my eyes.
This morning before my mom fell ill and passed out, she suddenly said to me in a moment of emotion, “Seeing you guys this big and this raw, mom I’m so comforted, as long as you guys are good, it doesn’t matter what happens to me.”
When I heard that, I rushed into the bathroom to sob.
Mom, do you realize that you have been using your body to teach us life lessons? Using your womb to absorb our adolescent curiosity and desire for sex? Using your gastric juices to digest our respect and abuse of our mothers? Using your sexual services to grow our hormones and mature us?
I hated the fact that I was a beast who knew pain, not a beast or a good man through and through. Two hours later, the great mom’s body was once again available to us, and the great mom once again used her flesh to nurture and teach us.
Just now when my brothers left after getting their fill of animal lust, I was the only one who was accompanied by my mom’s naked body that was once again filled with semen. As I looked at this pure mother’s body, which had been raped a thousand times and was still unaware of it, my previous sadness turned into overwhelming animalistic lust, and I once again plunged my cock into this beautiful pussy that I had raped for eight years.
Being under my frantic pumping, mom unconsciously showed a satisfied smile and a sound sleepy look, as if telling me, “Mom is enjoying your abuse! Mom will use her own motherly love and dignity to tolerate and satisfy her sons’ desire and sin of betraying their mother’s self-mutilation!”
I thrust faster and faster, with more and more force, until the moment I released my semen after the last furious thrust, my unconscious mom suddenly opened her eyes and looked at me!
It was as if time had suddenly stopped, and panicked, she and I met eyes for what felt like years, but within a breath Mom’s eyes closed again and she passed out once more.
The rape was now over and mom was still sleeping peacefully. I knew she hadn’t woken up, and that it had just been a momentary reaction.
However, the guilt and embarrassment of looking at each other with mom within a stone’s throw of each other at the moment when cum was being pumped into her was overwhelming.
Thinking about this, and once again unable to suppress the grief in my heart, I am crying while typing this on my computer, quietly waiting for the end of my fate.
Author: The Longest Dumbo
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