It was as if everyday I was living a nightmare. My mother was cast out from my family, and I too had been cast out now that I had gone to live with her. The memories I had of her had healed and then been forgotten as the scar had healed when I was but a little girl. But now I am a teenager, and as I see her, the scar has begun to reopen: but this time it is betwixt my legs, and every time I rubbed it, I would receive a burst of immaculate pleasure as the juice from my dumpling spilled all over.
After a solemn boat ride to my new home, we disembarked and I for the first time I saw the room in which I would be living. My mother had lied to me. She told me that on the wall there would be mounted deer heads and trophies from the head of the house Wu Tsing, but of that I saw nothing. Instead, I saw horse dildoes plasted on the walls, each of which with their veins worn away with constant use. They were accessorized with dog collars, cuffs, and the prized artifact was a clown costume with a silicone fist attached at the crotch area. What the actual fuckkk, I thought to myself.
As time went on, I shared this room with my poor mother, and we slept in the same bed. I made sure to sleep extra distant from her so that our vaginal fluids would not mix. We each had our own separate bottles of lube, although we shared dildoes. A box of napkins was kept on each of our nightstands for the occasional jet of fluid would often squirt us at night. During the day, however, we were able to keep this a secret from the other wives, although we both knew that 二太太 wanted in. I saw how she stared at my dilated Chinese butthole and when she tried to put a dildo up the nose of my innocent mother - well, that didn't go undetected.
One night, I was sleeping when I was awoken by the tap of my mother. Wu Tsing had nipple clips attached to her, and was jacking it to her pale bosom. He told me I had two options: I could either leave, or I could join in.
I was torn, but we are a family after all, so I joined in. I told Wu Tsing to go grab his 10 li string of anal beads, and he obliged. I was a teen after all, and my mother and I were basically the same person after all her nights of peeing on my mud flaps.
He stuffed each of the 6900 anal beads into my supple hole. I sat there for two hours, then felt a coughing fit. Cough cough! The first bead was coming out of my mouth. At this moment he yanked them the fuck out of my yin dao and took with it my large intestine. He began masturbating furiously over my corpse, and my mother, trying to redirect attention to her, began eating my mortal remains through her butt. First wife, Wu Tsing's original mistress, and her servant Timmy Thick were there to document the whole event. However, First Wife has a big of an addiction to heroin and was just kind of there.
As the sun rose the next day, the red sheets in which I lay more peaceful than ever began to illuminate a red so deep as if it were the streets of Kweilin after the Japanese arrived. My mother had sustained several heart attacks that night, but luckily a man named Mr. Glassey saved her life. Now, we were preparing for my funeral.
I was covered in a white sheath and laid to rest in a kiddie pool full of my younger brother's semen. He was almost six at the time. As I was lowered into the fertile ground of the North China Plain, Wu Tsing whispered softly to himself, "I will return later today so we may pick up where we left off." He was jiggling his penis.