But Daguo paid no heed to Mother's pleas. Instead, he intensified his efforts, his pace and force growing even more relentless.
I could understand his reaction. When I was with Teacher An, the louder she cried out, the more excited I became.
Now, with Mother's pleas carrying a tone of surrender, Daguo only grew more aroused.
His hips slammed violently against her pale buttocks, his thick penis plunging rapidly in and out of her vagina.
Daguo crouched on the rug in a horse stance, the muscles in his legs taut and powerful, showcasing their explosive strength. Between his spread buttocks, dark hair covered everything, even surrounding his anus, giving him the wild, primal appearance of an unevolved gorilla, exuding raw masculinity.
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump... The warehouse echoed with the sharp, crisp sound of flesh colliding. Under Daguo's relentless pounding, Mother's buttocks flattened and rounded repeatedly, while her breasts swayed violently back and forth with the force of each thrust.
"Hah... hah... hah... ah~~~~~~~~~~" At this moment, Mother seemed to be enduring with great effort, her red lips parting as she gasped for breath heavily. But after holding on for a while, she could no longer bear it and let out an involuntary scream.
I was crouched outside the door, my body covered in goosebumps like a toad's skin. Should I really continue staying here?
Do I really want to witness with my own eyes as Mother lets Da Guo finish inside her?
At this moment, I couldn't tell whether I was feeling sorrow or grief—perhaps both. And there was also excitement and thrill. Even though it was cold, my penis had stiffened—I had to admit that.
But what saddened me was, why did Mother agree to Da Guo's one-week arrangement?
If she had agreed to it, why did she still carry Father's photo during the outing?
Is this what adults call love?
I sensed a hint of falseness, and my mother's betrayal of my father... Perhaps I was still too young to truly understand the essence of love.
At that moment, everything felt too sudden. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed it.
Recalling how my mother used to gaze affectionately at my father's photo, lost in deep longing, made the stark contrast and contradiction of the present situation all the more jarring.
Just as I was wrestling with these thoughts, the sounds of intercourse inside suddenly stopped. Da Guo abruptly halted his thrusts, and his hands, which had been gripping my mother's slender waist, shifted to clasp her hands. In one swift motion, he pulled her upper body upright.
Now, my mother's upper body was parallel to the ground again, her breasts hanging like pendulums, full and heavy.
Her hands were pulled back by Da Guo, and his legs sank slightly lower as he resumed thrusting his hips, driving into her once more.
In this position, my mother's hands were like reins, held firmly by Da Guo as he rode her. With each thrust of his hips, her body swayed back and forth, her ample breasts swinging rhythmically.
Da Guo looked like a rider holding reins, galloping across the plains of passion, while my mother was the snow-white mare beneath him.
"No... don't... ah... no..." My mother gasped between Da Guo's relentless thrusts, her words fragmented and soft, laced with tenderness and a hint of stickiness.
Watching Da Guo's expression, it seemed he was nearing his limit. Was my mother's "don't" an attempt to stop him from ejaculating inside her?
Glancing at the discarded used condom nearby, I could imagine that, before their intimacy began, my mother must have insisted that Da Guo wear it. Yet, for some reason, he had removed it midway.
Her insistence on the condom likely stemmed from one of three reasons. First, she might have wanted to preserve a last vestige of purity—with the barrier of the condom, it wouldn't feel like true contact, akin to the sensation of using a toy.
Second, she might not have an IUD and didn't want to take contraceptive pills, fearing the risk of pregnancy from Da Guo.
Third, it could have been out of loyalty to my father—allowing penetration but refusing internal ejaculation, clinging to her last shred of chastity.
But regardless of the reason, the condom had been discarded, rendering it meaningless. Now, my mother was being taken from behind by Da Guo, unprotected.
Before I arrived, they must have been at it for who knows how long. By this point, Da Guo was like a spent arrow at the end of its flight.
My mother's protests did nothing to deter him. He rocked his hips wildly, driving into the snow-white mare before him.
Thanks to the length of his penis, Da Guo thrust recklessly without ever slipping out of my mother's vagina.
In contrast, when I had sex with Teacher An in the same position, my penis would often slip out, especially when excitement made my movements too vigorous.
But Da Guo exerted the full force of his hips, twisting his buttocks to the extreme, yet his penis remained firmly in place, moving with effortless ease.
Now, Da Guo was panting heavily, his hip movements growing faster and more frenzied, almost to the point of madness.
"Slap slap slap slap..." At this point, I didn't need to press close to the door—even if I stood at the back entrance of the house, I could probably hear those crisp, rapid sounds of flesh colliding.
Daguo showed no intention of being gentle with the fairer sex at this moment. Mom's plump, snow-white body was being jolted back and forth, her beautiful hair flying wildly in disarray. I could only see the side of her face as she looked ahead.
Perhaps Mom had already understood Daguo's intention the moment he took her hand—that he wouldn't stop until he came inside her. So she stopped talking now, enduring his thrusts while moaning loudly, her full breasts shaking violently and even brushing against her chin when she lowered her head.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah... ah~~ ah ah..." The storeroom echoed with Mom's frantic moans, so unlike her usual gentle and quiet self.
"Ah... I'm about to come..." Daguo suddenly let out a hoarse groan and spoke. Hearing this, Mom, who was enduring his fierce thrusts, summoned her last shred of rationality.
Maybe to preserve some final loyalty to Dad, or perhaps... Mom suddenly pulled her hands free from Daguo's grasp. Maybe he hadn't held on tightly in his excitement, or maybe Mom mustered unexpected strength.
Daguo's thrusting continued but had slowed down—a clear sign a man is about to ejaculate.
With her hands back on the ground, Mom desperately scrambled forward. But Daguo suddenly grabbed her slender waist, his hips continuing their assault.
"Slap slap slap..." The frequency of impacts in the storeroom noticeably decreased as Mom struggled fiercely to crawl forward.
"No... no... no..." Mom cried out while crawling, turning back to shout at Daguo. Her delicate voice carried determination, a hint of seductiveness, but mostly fear and panic.
As she turned her head in my direction, I finally saw her face clearly.
Mom's face was covered in sweat, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, her slightly distorted features showing the intense stimulation she was enduring mixed with panic. Simultaneously, she began violently twisting her hips, trying to shake off Daguo's penis before he ejaculated, just like before.
But Daguo, in his pre-ejaculatory state, wouldn't let her escape again, his hands firmly gripping her slender waist.
"Uh..." Daguo's thrusting suddenly stopped. He squatted on the blanket with his legs spread in an M-shape, hips pressed tightly against Mom's buttocks, his hands gripping her waist firmly. Mom's snow-white buttocks were flattened and spread sideways under the pressure.
"Don't..." Mom cried out again, her voice mixing desire with frustration.
Making one final effort, Mom summoned her last strength and managed to crawl forward one step. But her struggle was futile—Daguo immediately followed, moving forward one step himself, nullifying her effort.
Simultaneously, Daguo's hips remained pressed tightly against Mom's buttocks without the slightest separation. At this point, Daguo's penis was no longer visible, as it had been completely buried to the hilt inside Mom's vagina.
I could no longer see Mom's vaginal opening either, as it was entirely blocked by Daguo's scrotum, which was now contracting violently.
At the same time, Daguo's buttocks were also tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing... in rhythm with the contractions of his scrotum.
Having sexual experience myself, I knew that each contraction of the scrotum and buttocks represented another burst of semen being ejaculated. Daguo was currently creampieing Mom, and Mom was receiving insemination from a second man besides my deceased father...
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