Chapter 7

I was woken up by my mother. Early in the morning, I was still asleep when I heard her making a phone call in the living room. Her voice went straight through the door and rang in my ears. Her tone was excited, as if we were having an argument.

When I walked out of the room yawning, the call had just ended. I saw my mother standing by the dining table. From the side, I saw Cheng Feng’s chest heaving rapidly, his brows furrowed, his pretty little mouth slightly pouting, and anger still on his face.

But before I could ask, my mother turned her eyes to me and said, “Are you up? Go to the kitchen and get the meal yourself.”

At the dining table, mother and son were eating breakfast together.

I secretly glanced at my mother across from me, and seeing that the anger on her face had disappeared, I asked cautiously, “Mom, what happened just now?”

“It’s okay, it’s just another sales call.”

Mom took a sip of milk and replied calmly.

“Is it so hot to answer a sales call?”

“Son, you know how stupid those sales calls are...”

The mother got angry again when she mentioned this. She couldn’t help but curse, but she didn’t continue to swear in front of her son. Instead, she waved her hand and said, “ ... if you make me angry, I will definitely spit at you to death!”

It’s strange that when an ugly person swears, he will be criticized for having low quality, but when a beautiful person occasionally uses a swear word, people will feel that it is her true nature, and there is a sense of contrast.

I pretended to glance at my mother’s face casually.

“Son, mom will go to the hospital later.”

“Are you sick again!?”

I looked at the dishes in front of me and felt something was wrong.

Unexpectedly, my mother confirmed it the next second: “Yes, you wash the dishes later!”

I reluctantly said “OK”, but then I felt something was wrong: “What’s wrong? Don’t you want me to accompany you?”

We are all going to the hospital. There is a high probability that my mother’s illness is real this time. But in the past, she would definitely ask me to accompany her. How could she go to the hospital alone?

But my mother looked a little embarrassed and replied unnaturally: “It’s just ... some diseases of women.”

“oh!”

I suddenly realized: “Gynecological disease!”

No wonder the mother didn’t want to accompany him. It does feel weird to bring a son along when private parts are involved.

But when I thought of privacy, I couldn’t help but recall the pleasure of using the masturbation cup last night. My heart was moved and my eyes unconsciously glanced at my mother’s pretty face, then quietly moved away under the gaze of her gradually narrowing almond eyes.

The mother stared at her son for a long time with a murderous look, picked up the hot milk in the bowl and drank it all, and said unhappily: “Wash the dishes and do your homework!”

“knew!”

I sighed and agreed in a long voice.

It’s another scheduled day!

I thought a little depressed. In the corner of my eye, my mother stood up and walked towards the door. I looked up at the full moon formed by the woman’s jeans when she bent over to change her shoes. Suddenly, the corners of my mouth curled up: “By the way, Mom.”

When my mother turned to look at me, I continued, “Did you hear any strange noises last night?”

As soon as this question was asked, a visible panic suddenly appeared on my mother’s face: “No ... no.”

Her eyes were erratic, and she didn’t dare to look her son in the eye again. She lowered her head and patted her trouser legs as if there was something dirty on them. Her short hair fell down to cover her pretty face, and she said in a seemingly calm voice: “What did you hear?”

Her memory of last night was a little fuzzy. The only thing that remained in her mind was the intense pleasure that drove her crazy. She also had a vague impression that she was so stimulated that she screamed ... Could it be that the two doors of a living room could not block her screams? Was she screaming that loudly?

The thought of her son hearing those screams made her so embarrassed that she wanted to crawl into the ground.

Seeing my mother trying to be calm, I had a half-annoyed and half-joking expression on my face: “It seems like there’s a female cat in heat downstairs, wooing and wooing, making it hard for me to sleep.”

The mother’s hands trembled, she grabbed her trouser legs and immediately let go, lowered her head and reluctantly replied: “Sheep cats ... It’s not uncommon in this season.”

“Mom, you said...”

The smile on my face grew bigger and bigger. I was not willing to let my mother go, so I pressed on and asked, “When a female cat is in heat, she screams so miserably. Is she feeling uncomfortable ... or comfortable?”

My mother kept her head down and bent over, as if she was stuck. She paused for a long time before she replied in a whisper: “ ... I don’t know.”

After saying that, she turned around quickly, her hair shaking, revealing a part of her neck connected to her chin, which was so red that it seemed to bleed, and she ran out of the house as if escaping.

Bang!

The security door slammed back with a loud noise; the person who closed the door had obviously used too much force.

I ate the rest of my breakfast slowly, glancing at the closed security door intentionally or unintentionally, with a smile on my face, and the image of my mother fleeing in panic was still lingering in my mind.

As far as I can remember, I have never seen my mother in such an embarrassing moment. It is completely different from her past appearances of frowning or smiling, domineering or coquettish. It is very interesting.

After eating, I stood up and cleaned the table in an orderly manner.

“Ah ... Ah...”

I continued to imitate the cat’s meow, and the corners of my mouth widened wider and wider, revealing an obscene smile.

...

“According to the test report, you are in very good health...”

“There are some signs of sexual intercourse in the vagina, but it’s not rough, and there’s no sign of dilation of the lower opening of the cervix...”

“The feeling you described of being violently fucked might be an illusion caused by recent stress...”

“My advice is to get more rest, relax your mind and avoid overwork and tension, watch less erotic and stimulating things, and wear underwear that is not too tight ... or go to a psychiatrist for further examination.”

My mother stood blankly at the door of the hospital, looking a little dazed, holding a plastic bag in her hand, which contained a medical record book with a few lines of writing on it and two white medicine bottles.

She didn’t really believe that the hospital could find out anything, so she came here just to give it a try. But when the results were exactly as she expected, she couldn’t help but feel confused.

The gynecological examination showed nothing wrong, and the psychiatrist said she was hallucinating due to too much stress and simply prescribed her a bottle of stress-relieving pills.

But how could she not know whether it was an illusion or not?

She simply accepted the fact that medicine could not solve her problem, and went back to the gynecologist to get another bottle of long-acting contraceptive pills.

Although she couldn’t feel any semen, the feeling of being creampied was too real, and she still felt a little nervous.

Although she was reluctant to admit it, she was ready to be fucked by that penis for a long time.

Mom took a deep breath, suppressed the bitterness in her heart, and went to the parking space in the underground garage.

...

At home, I sat at my desk, my mind was full of my mother’s moans. It was not until now that I was sure that the masturbation cup I bought online was really connected to my mother’s vagina.

Yesterday, when I was using the masturbation cup in the bathroom, I heard moaning sounds coming from my mother’s room. At first I thought it was just hallucination, but it turned out to be real, it was my mother’s moaning sounds.

“How about masturbating?”

“No! I masturbate now, what should I do at night?”

For the sake of my health, I have set a rule for myself to masturbate only once a day.

“No! We need moderation, health, and the future!”

I gritted my teeth and forced myself to focus on the question.

Half an hour later.

“Fuck your health!”

I pushed away the exercise book in front of me, stood up and walked to the closet. Without any hesitation, I opened the door and found the masturbator wrapped in clothes.

Although I have used it more than once, every time I pick up the masturbation cup, my palms still tremble involuntarily, as if I can feel the strange warm touch through my clothes.

The clothes were peeled off layer by layer, revealing a familiar dark red color. I grabbed the stick-shaped cup and looked at the bright red hole that I had been thinking about.

The moment my eyes fell on the rim of the cup, I was stunned.

The overall color of the masturbator has not changed much, and the size is the same as before. However, the mouth of the cup, which was a perfect circle last night, seemed to have grown upward overnight, becoming an oval shape that is long at the top and bottom and narrow in the middle. The originally straight cup body also arched up a bit, forming an obvious steep slope.

The area of the bright red tender meat increased suddenly, so that the small hole originally in the center was now directly below. Two soft strips of meat rose up from below the small hole, extending upward along the edge of the cup mouth, becoming wider and wider as they went up, finally protecting the entire piece of tender meat like two pieces of meat. There was a barely visible bulge at the junction of the two pieces of meat at the top, as if something was waiting to grow.

This is?

I raised the masturbation cup in confusion and looked at it carefully.

Having experienced the change of a masturbation cup overnight, I am not so scared now. I am more curious and want to find out what is the difference between the current masturbation cup and the past one, and the reason for the change again.

I raised my hand and pinched the piece of meat, twisting it gently with my fingers, then pulled it out a little, and then let go.

Like the rest of the cup rim, the two pieces of meat are bright red in color, and feel warm and tender, just like the flesh growing on a real person’s body. They feel quite comfortable to the touch, but lack elasticity and are difficult to pull.

The comfortable touch made me want to play, so I pressed my palm against the rim of the cup, pressing down on the two pieces of soft flesh and rubbing them vigorously.

The cup mouth, which was less than three centimeters in diameter, was now half the size of a palm, which provided many more ways to play with it. The meat slices kept curling up and deforming under the kneading of the palm, and the tender meat underneath was also oppressed and began to wriggle. After a while, a trace of obscene fluid oozed out from the small hole just below.

In the car, the mother sitting in the driver’s seat covered her lower abdomen with both hands, pursed her lips tightly, and her face was full of panic.

This damn feeling not only appeared at night, but also during the day...

And unlike the previous two times, she felt that the stimulation to her lower body was much larger this time. She didn’t know what this meant...

The worst thing is that she is not at home now, but in the parking lot of the hospital. It is more painful to expose her lewdness in public than to kill her. (The glass of the vehicle allows people to see outside, but people outside cannot see inside.)

My mother’s face is now turning pale and red, and her expression is obviously not right.

A soft cry came out of her mouth: “Ah!”

This cry caught the mother off guard, and her little face turned red.

...

At home, I held up my palm, used it as a knife, pressed the rim of the cup up and down, and rubbed it back and forth, having a lot of fun.

The two pieces of meat were softly attached to the sides of the palm edge, and they kept swinging as they were rubbed. The small hole was filled with lewd fluid, which was brought up by the palm knife, staining the entire piece of bright red tender meat with a wet sheen, and making a “squeaky” sound during the friction.

I was having fun and used more and more strength. The tender flesh was ravaged to the point of being deformed. After a while, a small black hole in the middle was reluctantly revealed. It was faintly visible under the rubbing of the palm knife and I saw it at a glance.

“Um?”

I stopped my palm, moved closer, and curiously stretched out two fingers to press the tender flesh, gently pushing it up and down, exposing the small hole again.

“Why is there another hole?”

If the previous small hole was a gap squeezed out by several pieces of tender meat, then this newly appeared hole was more like a hole growing on the meat, which was smaller, more hidden, and difficult to see.

I poked the new hole with my finger, causing a stress-like contraction.

“It’s so small, I can’t seem to get it in...”

I thought about the size of my penis and felt it was a bit unrealistic to put it in, so I stretched out my index finger, dipped it in some vaginal fluid, and pushed it towards the hole.

As soon as I put my fingertip in a little, the whole piece of tender flesh seemed to be greatly stimulated, contracting and trembling wildly, and the small hole shrank directly into a black dot, squeezing my finger out in an instant.

I frowned, looked at my fingertips, and unwillingly pressed my index finger against the hole again.

This time, I ignored the fierce resistance of the small hole and tried my best to push in while rotating. I managed to squeeze a knuckle in, but then I found that I couldn’t go in any further. If I continued to push, I would only sink in with the violently trembling tender flesh outside, and I could not go in an inch.

“It seems too dry...”

I pulled out my finger and rubbed the tip of my index finger with my thumb.

I found that although the hole was moist, it was not lubricated enough to secrete the same amount of vaginal fluid as the other small hole. The vaginal fluid that had previously touched my fingers was scraped out at the entrance because it was too tight, and only a small portion could be brought in.

But this is not a difficult problem.

I covered my index finger with the vaginal fluid again and squeezed it into the hole again. When it couldn’t go any further, I pulled it out, relubricated it, and then inserted it back in...

After repeating this several times, the finger penetrated deeper and deeper, and finally on the fifth attempt, the entire index finger was inserted into the hole.

The tiny hole was forced to swallow a foreign object that it was not designed to accommodate. No matter how hard it squeezed and contracted, it was of no avail. The entire piece of bright-colored tender flesh on the outside had been spasming and stretched into a stiff muscle, as if it was enduring some tremendous pain.

“This is too tight!”

I felt the pain in my fingers, so I moved them up and down and left and right a few times. The entire cavity deformed and no extra space was found.

I tried to move my fingers again, and although a piece of pink flesh was pulled out, fortunately there was already a lot of vaginal fluid in it, so it was generally smooth, so I started to thrust in and out with confidence.

As soon as my index finger twitched, the tender flesh on the outside seemed to come alive and began to wriggle violently. The small hole below expanded and contracted as if it was breathing, which was quite interesting to watch.

After doing this for about ten times, suddenly, a huge pressure came from the fingertips.

I was startled and moved my index finger away following the pressure.

“laugh!”

The moment my finger was pulled out of the hole, a stream of transparent water spurted out and soaked me all over.

...

In the car, my mother was screaming miserably. The color of the blue jeans she was wearing suddenly turned darker. A wet mark spread from the crotch along the inner thighs, and in a blink of an eye, the seat under her butt was also wet.

“Wuwuwu!!!”

My mother kept mumbling incoherently for a long time until a faint smell of urine entered her nostrils. She was so ashamed and angry that she covered her face and burst into tears.

...

I was stunned and motionless until a drop of water dripped on the tip of my eyelashes. A slight tremor came from my eyes, and I came to my senses. Looking at the hole where some liquid was still flowing out, I opened my mouth slightly and whispered, “Fuck...”

It turns out that this small hole can also spray water, but it sprays too hard...

I lifted the hem of my clothes and used my pajamas to dry my still dripping head - most of my upper body was soaked anyway, so I could just change into another layer later.

Just after I finished wiping, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

I pulled the hem back to my nose and sniffed it gently: “Why does it smell fishy?”

Then he moved his gaze to his feet, where there were a few drops of liquid that had just splashed and fell to the ground in an arc shape, showing a very light yellow color against the light gray floor tiles.

“Isn’t this fucking urine!?”

An expression of disbelief appeared on my face. I thought about it for a while, took out my mobile phone, searched the Internet for a diagram of the female vagina structure, and started studying it by comparing it.