Chapter 1

“Xiaozhen, don’t run so fast. If you get lost, I won’t be able to find you.”

“Mom, if it’s too late, we won’t have a seat. Come on, I’ll get it for you.”

“No, I can carry it.”

My plump mother, wearing high heels, carried two large plastic woven bags and followed me breathlessly. The woven bags were filled with local specialties that my grandparents and uncles asked me to bring to relatives in the provincial capital.

This was the summer vacation of 1992. My mother, a middle school English teacher, took advantage of the holiday to take me to my mother’s home, 300 miles away from the provincial capital.

On the day we returned to the provincial capital, there seemed to be a lot of people at the long-distance bus station. The station was small, and there was only one person responsible for maintaining order. My grandparents who came to see us off couldn’t squeeze in.

My mother and I were carrying large and small bags and lined up behind many people.

My mother didn’t want to squeeze with the crowd and wanted to wait for the next bus, but when she asked about the time, she found out that the next bus would not arrive until 2pm, which would take five hours. By then, this bus would have arrived. So she decided to take this bus.

In August, the cool air that had accumulated with great difficulty the night before disappeared without a trace after being baked by the sun.

It was only nine o’clock in the morning, and I felt a little sticky. My mother’s forehead and nose also had a few drops of sweat. The light green silk shirt was tightly attached to her body, and the white bra that could be seen through the shirt tightly wrapped her two towering breasts.

Despite this, my mother’s proud chest still bounced up and down as she jogged, and her new high heels made it difficult for her at this time, squeezing her little toe a little painfully. She had to put the weight of her body on the inside of her foot, and unconsciously raised her hips.

Just as my mother half-raised her buttocks, shook her breasts, and trotted past the long-distance bus, several pairs of eyes in the last row of the bus locked onto her plump body under her thin clothes, and their crotches began to react.

Then most of them swallowed their saliva. In most cases, they could only swallow their saliva dryly at such a scene, and then do what they had to do. The beast in the crotch roared silently, yearning for the warm and sweet spring in their impression, but such springs mostly existed only in their imagination.

They were used to soothing their beasts with their rough palms like soothing pets. In this case, even a dry old well was a rare luxury for them.

My mother squeezed into the bus behind me. There were already many passengers on the bus, but no one was standing in the aisle, and there might be seats. With this mentality, I walked from the front to the back of the bus, looking around as if I was unwilling to let the last bit of hope be shattered.

Finally, I saw a small space next to an old man in the third row from the bottom. I asked my mother to come over and sit. My mother came over and looked, shook her head and said, “Zhen, you should sit.” I thought, is my mother still embarrassed to sit next to the old man?

When I sat down, I realized that this space could only accommodate half of my butt, not to mention my mother’s big butt.

The old man who looked kind squeezed in a little, so I was able to sit safely.

The passengers behind were still getting on the bus, and those who got on later could only stand in the aisle. The driver was still asking everyone to squeeze in, saying that it would take a few hours to arrive. My mother stood next to me at first, but later she was squeezed to the back of the car by the people in front.

At this time, my mother began to feel a little pain in her lower abdomen. She thought she caught a cold when she slept last night, but she changed her mind and realized the real reason.

Since giving birth to me, my mother found that if she didn’t have sex for a period of time, she would have lower abdominal pain during ovulation, and once she resumed sex, this symptom would naturally disappear.

My mother went to see a western doctor, who said that her hormone levels were unstable and she had a mild endocrine disorder, which mainly depended on diet and lifestyle. He also prescribed her an imported contraceptive.

The medication seemed to have some effect at first, and she didn’t feel any pain during ovulation, but once she stopped taking the medication, the symptoms came back. What shocked her even more was that she found that her breasts seemed to be more sensitive than before, her nipples became larger, and she would often secrete milk during sex, which made her very embarrassed.

When my mother told my father about this, he didn’t seem to care at all. When he was happy, he said that it was good to have milk, and when he was impatient, he said that he told you not to take medicine randomly, but you didn’t listen. However, my father still didn’t like to use condoms, so my mother insisted on taking medicine every week when she was at home.

Their sex life added a content, that is, my father would suck out the milk in my mother’s breasts after every sex.

My mother didn’t have sex for two weeks this time, and she didn’t bring contraceptive pills. It wasn’t until her lower abdomen started to hurt that she thought that today was probably her ovulation period. No wonder she found transparent mucus with blood in her pants when she woke up in the morning.

There were more than four hours left before we got home, and my mother thought that she would ask my father to treat her when she got home. So far, sex is still the most effective treatment method. Of course, she also reminded herself to remember to take medicine before treatment.

When my mother was thinking about this, she didn’t notice that the 12 eyes behind her were greedily staring at her round buttocks.

They were not originally in the same group, but just ordinary people going out, but after being separated from their families for a long time, they all had a restless beast in their crotches.

The crowded space in the car narrowed the distance between people to the smallest possible size. The elastic tight black skirt tightly wrapped my mother’s plump buttocks, less than a foot away from the tip of the nearest person’s nose, and she might accidentally touch it even if she raised her hand. The man’s wild desire fermented in the faint fragrance of sweat on my mother’s body.

I don’t know when we started driving. A few miles out of the county town, we got on a bumpy mountain road. The car body full of passengers kept shaking from side to side, and my mother had to try her best to keep her balance.

Despite this, before going uphill, the sudden acceleration made my mother scream and sit on the person behind her. What was even more embarrassing was that she felt that the part between her legs just touched a hard object.

My mother struggled to stand up. At this time, I turned my head back. My mother felt a pair of hands behind her holding her waist and pushing her up, and it seemed that they also touched her butt. Everything happened too fast, and she didn’t have time to think about it before it was over. My mother was embarrassed and annoyed, but she couldn’t get angry yet, and she didn’t dare to look back.

The man behind my mother touched his crotch, recalling the wonderful feeling just now: the soft butt pressed on his thigh, and his thing was hitting the place of the slutty woman. That was the sweet spring he had been thinking about day and night.

He regretted why he helped this slutty woman up so quickly just now. Although he touched her butt in the chaos, there was nothing after that. It was fine at first, but after sitting, being supported, and being touched, the little flame in his lower abdomen suddenly turned into a raging fire.

It was still several hours before reaching the provincial capital, and there was no place to vent the fire in the provincial capital. He only had the last 20 yuan in his pocket, and he had to eat before finding a job.

The person on the left pushed him. When he got on the bus, he took a look at the guy with a long scar on his eyebrow and dared not look at him again.

Who doesn’t want to have less trouble when going out? Sitting next to him was already very uncomfortable, but there were no other seats on the bus.

He turned his head and looked at the person on the left. The man was holding a sharp blade in his hand and looked at him with a smile, and there was a strange light in his eyes. He looked at the person on the left in confusion, not knowing what he meant, and then finally realized that he wanted to change seats with him.

Just change, what’s the use of the blade? He thought to himself, but didn’t dare to ask. He stood up and let the person on the left move out, feeling his thing hitting the woman’s soft buttocks. My mother felt it too, but she didn’t move, because she had no room to move forward. Fortunately, the man behind her sat down quickly.

My mother let out a long sigh, but she felt her lower body getting hot. She tried not to think about it, but it became more and more uncomfortable. There seemed to be mucus oozing out of the vagina, which was itchy.

At this moment, a strong arm was placed on my mother’s right shoulder, and her mouth was covered by a big hand at the same time. At the same time, a low but vicious voice sounded in her ear: “Don’t shout!” My mother was stunned and felt a chill in front of her eyes. Only then did she see the blade less than two inches in front of her face shining. The man behind her said something else. My mother didn’t hear anything. She only heard the last sentence “Do you understand?” She nodded quickly and glanced at me sitting in front of her on the left. At that time, I was dozing with my head down.

My mother subconsciously looked at my sunburned neck and realized that she was doomed. My mother’s lower body was getting hotter and hotter for some reason. She still didn’t dare to look back.

My mother felt a pair of hands greedily groping around her waist and lower body, and the zipper of her skirt was unzipped. She suddenly remembered that she had worn a pink thong today for some unknown reason. What my mother didn’t know was that during the ovulation period after two weeks of no sex, she had a subconscious desire to have sex with men.

From a biological point of view, what she had to go through was the inevitable result of her subconscious desire. You know, the sexual behavior of most animals looks like rape. To put it bluntly, my mother was really a very coquettish and horny woman that day. What happened to her that day was not surprising at all, and it was even what she deserved.

My mother knew that her thong had been exposed, and she was so shy and scared that she wanted to scream, but she held back. Several buttons at the waist of her skirt were unbuttoned, and then the waist of the skirt was loosened, and the skirt had already slid to her ankles.

The people in the last row of seats were staring at my mother’s almost naked buttocks and thighs and swallowing their saliva. The burning gaze made my mother twist her body uncomfortably, which in turn increased the burning degree of the gaze.

Except for my father, no other man had ever looked at her naked body so closely, let alone six people. My mother trembled all over when she thought about what was going to happen next, but when she saw me sitting in front, she knew that she had no choice but to obey. The man who was going to insult her was standing behind my mother, his hands wandering on her white and fleshy big buttocks.

For a moment, she calmed down and thought that if she could delay the occurrence of the incident as much as possible, maybe a miracle would appear to help her get out of the predicament. Thinking of this, my mother squeezed her legs together, wanting the man behind her to at least not take off the last barrier of her lower body so easily. While she squeezed her legs together, her skirt also slid to her heels, but my mother couldn’t care about the skirt now.

She didn’t want to be seen in this state anyway, but fortunately she had two large woven bags in her hands, which could be used to cover her half-naked lower body.

Women’s so-called rationality is generally quite limited. It turns out that my mother’s attempt to clamp her legs together is useless. The man behind her did not want to take it off properly, but reached his hand to my mother’s waist. The thong was just a narrow strip at this part.

The man lifted the thong on my mother’s left waist, and the blade broke with a sound, then the right side. My mother held the woven bag covering her naked lower body with both hands. She could not stop it and did not dare to stop it. The thong suddenly became a strange-shaped strip of cloth clamped between my mother’s crotch, and my mother’s lower body was completely naked.

The man stood behind my mother, pulled down the zipper, and the blue-veined penis jumped out impatiently, as if he smelled the smell of my mother’s female genitals in the air, and suddenly became energetic.

This man obviously had a foreskin that was too long, and his erection could not hide this fact. He stroked my mother’s smooth buttocks with his right hand, and pulled back the foreskin with his left hand to reveal the dark red glans. The foreskin was still a little damp and covered with black smegma. The air around the penis was suddenly filled with a smell of urine, causing the people sitting in the last row to fan the air with their hands.

My mother felt a hand reaching under her crotch to hold her thick pubic mound, and another hand pressing on her back. The two hands, one holding back and the other pushing forward, forced her upper body to lean forward and stick her buttocks out. My mother’s perineum was exposed between her naked buttocks as she stuck her buttocks out.

This is the most seductive and private part of my mother’s body. Even my father has never seen my mother in such a seductive posture. The man reached his hand between my mother’s buttocks and motioned her to spread her legs a little more and stick her buttocks higher. My mother obeyed and did so.