After I ejaculated, my whole body lost strength and I tried to put my mom down, but my mom seemed to faint and she was unconscious.
Reluctantly, I hugged my mom tightly and carefully sat on the floor with my back against the wall.
My belongings were still tightly stored inside my mom.
As I slowly caressed the back, waist, and buttocks of my mom who was drooping in my arms, I felt my soft mom.
As I touched my mom's soft body, another signal came.
I grabbed my mom's hips with both hands and began to gently move them to stimulate her pussy.
Suddenly, my mom's vaginal muscles contracted and my mom's hole gripped my cock tightly.
Then my mom slowly raised her head.
"Do you feel it, Mom?"
"Oh! I must have fainted for a moment. Ha ha."
As I nudged her back, my mom moaned back.
My mom looked at me, blushing as if she was ashamed of herself.
"Do you have no experience with women? How could this happen?"
My mom couldn't believe that I, who was now a teenager, could make an experienced woman in her thirties faint with pleasure.
'Of course. I currently have no experience with women, but it's different from my past life.'
In my previous life, when I made a lot of money, I played quite well.
I thought to myself and just laughed.
My mom just tilted her head curiously, but she didn't seem to realize that she was sitting on me while her hole swallowed something.
I grinned and grabbed my mom's hips and started wiggling them.
"Ouch.. ah.."
My mom looked at me in surprise as the sudden stimulation in her stomach appeared.
"Mom, it doesn't matter now."
"Uh... I left a while ago, but suddenly. Ah.."
My mom lost her mind again and quickly got up in her excitement.
I sat for a while and rocked my mom, which made my butt hurt because of the hard tile floor.
I quickly woke my mom up, put her hands on the wall, and stabbed my ass from behind again.
"Haha... It's too deep. And, it's too big. Huh."
My mom's head jerked and she screamed.
As I darted away with force, the only sound in the bathroom was the flesh slamming and my mom's screams of pleasure.
"Ah... It's so good. Ah.."
As my mom's body couldn't take it and she started to go down, the feeling of ejaculation finally overcame me.
"Ugh... Mom, I'm coming."
Mom still couldn't answer, and she could barely hold on, just screaming at me.
I grabbed my mom's ass hard and pushed my cock all the way and ejaculated.
Although it was my second ejaculation, a large amount of semen gushed out.
I hadn't even pulled the thing out yet, but the semen flowed out and fell to the floor.
After ejaculating, I pulled back and sat down, leaning against the wall.
It felt delicious and amazing.
My mom seemed to have reached another extreme climax, as she knelt and sat with her hands and head on the floor.
Her hips lifted slightly towards me, and I could see my semen dripping from my mom's pussy.
It was so sensational that it made my heart skip a beat.
Suddenly, I wondered if it would be okay.
Even though I met so many women in my previous life and made love to them, they never got pregnant.
As if our desire was a union, I didn't express it to others, especially to my wife, but my desire was a baby.
Since I was little, I loved children very much, but in the end, I couldn't have children.
I already knew that I had a problem.
No matter how much I had consulted, I still couldn't have children in the past.
I worried for a while, but in the end, I thought my mom's worries about her pregnancy were a story for another day, so I turned off my mind at the moment.
It was like weird compensatory psychology for me not being able to have children.
And, I couldn't even ask my mom.
Honestly, no matter how much she loved me, shouldn't it make sense for my mom to carry my child after doing it inside a few times?
But right now I didn't think too much about it because my attention was currently on my mom.
When my mom seemed more or less stable, I lifted her and bathed her carefully.
After washing each other like that, we went into the room and lay down side by side.
"Good night, Mom."
I said, and as I closed my eyes to sleep, my mom grabbed my arm and returned to my embrace.
"Thank you, Daniel."
When I saw my mom's face, mom took a breath and spoke her words.
"Today, you don't know how proud your mom is of our Daniel. Mom went to the market.."
My mom said that she went to the market at noon and bragged to her aunts, who were usually friendly with her, and they all sincerely envied her.
The owner of her meat restaurant even gave her more meat than usual, saying that she should feed her son well.
"Thanks to my son, do you know how much your mom is bragging today? In addition, my son comes home early these days to study, exercise, take care of his younger siblings, and so on. Hmm. Anyway, as long as mom is like today, mom will be really happy. So thank you very much for all this, my son."
I felt as if my mom's words were strangely missing something important, but my mom said that she was happy, I didn't think much of it at the moment.
"So Daniel, keep doing this for your mom. Got it?"
"Yes. Okay. I will make Mom happier in the future. Don't worry."
I hugged my mom tighter with more determination in my heart.
My mom also hugged me tightly and she kissed me on the lips, then relaxed and tried to extricate herself from my arm pillow.
"Just sleep like this."
"NO. Your arm will hurt."
"It's okay, for my dear mom, even the weight of the moon I will bear, so just sleep."
As I hugged my mom who was embarrassed by my teasing, she began to fall back into my arms and I slowly stroked her silky hair.
It had been two days since my mom bragged with the other neighbors about the perfect grades I had gotten.
I started moonlighting by handing out newspapers at dawn yesterday.
It was for exercise, getting up at dawn and running.
I'm still in my first year of high school, so I was able to work because I held the director's pants and said it was because of my family's difficult circumstances.
Since it was the first time, I decided not to distribute many copies, but only about 50 copies.
I carried the newspaper and ran almost non-stop until I reached the fulfilled task of 50 copies, but strangely I didn't feel tired.
It was a bit strange that I had such good stamina.
I exercised for more than 2 hours a day, and I hardly felt tired even after running for almost an hour in the morning.
'Wow, it's good that my stamina has improved and I don't get tired as quickly. Is this also a phenomenon caused by my return to the past?'
I was curious about what was happening to me, but it wasn't a question I could ask anywhere and anyone and it wasn't a bad influence, but a good one, so I decided to move on and ignore it for now.
When I finished distributing newspapers and returned to the supply center, I always took one copy of the newspaper and took it home with me.
There was no TV or radio in our house.
Of course, TVs were expensive, so I couldn't afford one, and there used to be a nice radio made in Japan, but when I was in 6th grade, a thief broke in and stole it.
So, I lived without knowing the news around the world.
And, what interest did a 17-year-old high school student have in world news before?
So, of course, I lived without knowing that it was uncomfortable before.
However, now that I've experienced going back in time, I feel closed off and isolated from the world, so with the newspaper, I can get the latest information and soothe the discomfort I have from being isolated from the latest changes in the world.
And also I had to find out correctly whether my memories were correct, whether the world had changed differently from the future I knew, and respond in time.
After breakfast, I read the newspaper carefully for an hour.
Reading the newspaper turned out to be more fun than I thought.
'Ah! This incident happened at this time.'
That's because old memories came back as I recalled events I had forgotten.
As the memories of the past became clearer, my notebook was able to record more things, and I was able to plan the things I should do in the future.
After reading the incident section in the newspaper for a while, when I saw the contents of the violent incident, I thought of Brandon.
After the final exam, more than a week had passed, and i had forgotten about Brandon.
I think it was around this time that Brandon treated Caleb badly, but I couldn't remember exactly when.
So, I decided to visit Caleb in the afternoon.
After lunch, I casually drove to Caleb's house.
"Caleeeeb... Are you home?"
I shouted and knocked on the door of the semi-basement house where Caleb's family lived.
"Why are you here?"
Caleb answered and opened the door.
By the way, Caleb's face was full of cuts and bruises...
His left cheek was red and swollen, his lips were chapped and scabbed.
"What? What's wrong with your face?"
"NO. I'm fine, it's nothing."
Caleb said as if he was hiding something.
I knew right away who did it.
'He must have been hit by that jerk Brandon right after the vacation announcement. What the hell.'
Thinking to himself, I yelled at Caleb.
"Fuck. Who is this? Which asshole did this?"
"Ah. It's okay."
"Fuck this. What's going on? What kind of bastard do you dare not talk about quickly?
"Huh. That is. There's a bully named B-Brandon..."
When I kept forcing him to answer, Caleb reluctantly mentioned Brandon's name and told me about how he had been robbed and beaten up a few days ago.
"Is that the curly-haired, white-faced bully?"
"Huh."
"I'm going to punch that jerk in the face!"
As soon as I was about to walk up to that jerk, Caleb caught me and pitifully stopped me.
"NO. Daniel. I'm fine. Leave that matter alone. That asshole is also powerful, so you'll only hurt yourself if you touch him for no reason. "
"Hi. No one can touch my friend, and not accept the consequences."
"I said it's okay, and I've heard that this has something to do with the seniors."
"Don't worry about it at the moment."
Ignoring his words, I immediately went to the street to look for Brandon.
I remembered where we had met that bastard before, so I quickly came there.
Caleb also followed me in the distance from behind.
Just as I thought, Brandon was there.
He was walking around with a guy who looked like a bully, chewing gum and spitting on the street.
"Oi. Brandon!"
When I called out his name, I quickly stepped forward as the asshole and the other guy were confused by my call.
I took a step closer and kicked Brandon with a sudden round kick.
"Eh? What the fuck."
As a result of my kick, Brandon rolled into the entrance of the shop next door and couldn't get up, and his bully friend stumbled in embarrassment from the impact of the kick I gave Brandon.
As I got closer to the bully, I delivered a hard punch to the stomach with my right hand.
"Kuk... Ueek!"
The man fell forward and vomited.
I hit him, but strangely, my body was filled with power, and my hands and feet came out stronger than I thought.
'Are my fists this strong?'
I was curious myself, so I tilted my head and approached the two of them who were falling.
Grabbed the downed man's hand with my left hand and dragged him to where Brandon had fallen, and grabbed Brandon's hand with my right and dragged him to the alley on the side.
It took no effort at all to pull the hands of these two men.
"Fuck. What? What are you doing?"
As I dragged them, the two bullies hit my wrists and shouted.
I threw the two of them to the end of the alley, and I started kicking both of their stomachs to paralyze their movements and kicked relentlessly kicked both of their thighs, backs, and stomachs.
"You bastard. You dare touch my friend."
As I recalled the horrible memories of being hit in the calf with a broom by Brandon and being laughed at, and being unable to do anything about it in the past, bad thoughts began to pop up in my mind.
With thoughts of killing Brandon today, I beat him up relentlessly to kill him.
Ignoring the other man who was currently still down, I continued to punch and kick this bastard's body like crazy.
"Kuk... Kuk... Help me... I..."
Brandon stammered and begged for help.
"Fuck off. Eat this kick. I bet you can't walk home today."
After kicking him I took a short break and then hit him again.
Perhaps because he was fed up with seeing me beat his friend relentlessly or because the place he was hit hurt, the guy I had been ignoring stood up, against the wall, staring blankly at me.
When Brandon couldn't speak anymore and his stomach writhed, I stopped hitting him too.
Then I saw a curved arch on the wall.
"Hi. Fuck. What's your name asshole?"
"I'm E-Eli.."
When I looked at the man who called himself Eli and asked him, he stammered in fear answering my question while trying to avoid my gaze.
He probably couldn't imagine how it could be that I as a 17-year-old boy beat up someone mercilessly.
Even if I thought back on it, I would have stood my ground and still beaten Brandon brutally and mercilessly.
Having lived in the world for over 40 years, I am well aware of the nature of these little bullies.
I knew very well that if I touched them in moderation, they would become snitching bastards and the seniors would come to me right now I probably wasn't ready to deal with them, let alone that the event was about to happen, so there was no need to trouble myself with senior issues.
"You bastard. Where do you go to school?"
"I-I'm a first-year at Sendai High School."
"Your school is far enough away. But still, damn bastard, if you go around this neighborhood and get caught in my eyes, you know I'll look for you. Understand?"
"Yes... Yes... I understand."
"Then leave."
As soon as my words were finished, the frightened man whose only desire was to run away from earlier quickly began to disappear from my sight.
I went to Brandon and sat him down to stand up.
Brandon was sore and couldn't control his body well, probably because his body was weak from the hard punches and kicks I gave him.
I grabbed Brandon's collar with my left hand and slapped his cheek with my right.
"Damn it, will you sit up straight?"
When I hit him again, Brandon, as if his spirit had flared up, somehow tried to sit up straight.
I squatted in front of Brandon, grabbed him by the collar, and started slapping him.
"Hi. Fucking asshole, do you think you're so good at fighting because you broke the head of a weak bully with a shovel?"
"Do you think you've become the strongest in school because the seniors look kindly on you?"
"How dare you bully my friend?"
Every time I said a word, I hit Brandon's cheek hard enough to turn his head.
Brandon kept muttering that he couldn't speak properly.
The left side of Brandon's face was red and swollen.
"Hi. Caleb. I know you followed me, so hurry up and come out."
I put Brandon on the floor and called out to Caleb, who was hiding far away.
Caleb approached me hesitantly after hearing my call.
I grabbed Caleb by the collar again and lifted him, pointing at Caleb.
"Didn't you steal Caleb's money the other day and hit him?"
After Brandon looked at Caleb, he looked back at me and started pleading that he was sorry and that he was wrong for hitting my friend.
"You should plant this in your head hard, that you can't walk free without consequences after hitting my friend."
Hearing my words, Brandon's face became contrite, and tried to apologize.
Ignoring what he said, I hit Brandon in the stomach with my right fist.
Brandon was shorter than me. I grabbed him by the collar, pulled him up, and punched him from below, causing his body to lift into the air.
Releasing my grip on his collar, I grabbed his legs high and then slammed Brandon's back to the ground hard.
With a thud, Brandon fell forward.
I got up again and hit him, and when he fell I picked him up again and kicked him until he couldn't breathe.
After venting the anger I had, I got tired of looking at Caleb from the side, stopping me from saying that Brandon would die if I kept this up.
After a while, I left Brandon writhing on the floor and left the alley with Caleb.
But as I was about to leave, I thought about what would happen if that bastard died, and I thought that situation would get me into a lot of trouble.
After thinking about it, I called Caleb, to help Brandon from both sides, and took him to Brandon's house.
Brandon's house was a semi-basement tenement, slightly smaller than Caleb's house.
When I opened the door and walked in, I saw a small living room and kitchen, and I saw a room with an open door on the left.
First of all, I took Brandon into the room and took out the blanket, and put it on him.
I went to the kitchen, got some cold water from the fridge, poured it into a cup, helped Brandon sit down, and made him drink.
He looked at me and started crying.
He was just an immature 17-year-old teenager no matter how much he smoked, drank, and acted like a bully he was still a teenager.
Imagine, how terrifying would it be for him to be beaten to death like this.
On the contrary, I would feel weird if him didn't cry in this situation.
"This damn bastard will cry and whine after I pity him. Are you that eager to be beaten up more?"
When I yelled, Brandon gasped and tried to hold back his tears.
I hated him so much that I wanted to kill him in my previous life, but after I beat him up vengefully, I felt a sense of relief to some extent.
"Oi. Brandon. If you touch Caleb again in the future, you know you will die. More than today. Understand?"
"And even if you are seen in my eyes while wandering around this neighborhood, I will give you a hard spanking on the spot, so crawl away from me. Understood?"
I stood up after saying those words while patting Brandon's cheek lightly.
But just then, a picture frame placed on top of a 4-tiered cabinet caught my eye.
It was a photo containing a stunning beauty with a white face and Brandon when he was a little younger than now.
I approached, picked up the photo frame, and took a closer look.
'Wow, is his mother this beautiful?"
She looked too young to be a mother.
I showed the photo to Brandon and asked.
"Oi. Who is this woman?"
"That's... I'm... Who... Why?"
"Is this your sister? You can be honest. "
When I pretended to try to hit him, Brandon immediately cowered.
I put down the photo and looked around the room, and there were several framed photos of Brandon and someone I thought was his sister after seeing the mannerisms Brandon had.
However, there were only photos taken with his sister, but no photos of other family members besides the two of them.
"But why is there only a photo with your sister?"
Brandon quickly put on a doubtful face and did not answer.
"I'm asking you asshole! Does this bastard want to get beaten up again?"
"Ah... No... That's not it... I only have one younger sister. My parents died when I was young."
"Ah! Is that it? Sorry, I don't know."
I just asked and felt as dirty as stepping on dirt for bringing up such a matter.
The atmosphere was strange, so I said something out of the blue.
"But your sister is really pretty."
Caleb and Brandon looked at me with dumbfounded faces after hearing my words.
"Hmmm. What? This asshole. I said pretty because it's pretty. Oi. Caleb, let's go."
To avoid the awkward atmosphere, I urged Caleb to go home.
"Oi. Brandon. It'll be hard to move for a few days. Don't leave with a sore body for no reason, take care of yourself, okay?"
"Yeah..."
Probably because I saw Brandon's pretty little sister, I gave him some pretty useful advice and went out.
I went to Caleb's house.
"Daniel, I didn't know you were so good at fighting. When I saw you today, it seemed like you were good at fighting."
"What's so good at? Ahem. If anyone else touches you in the future, let me know. I will kill them all."
"I understand. By the way, Brandon is ruined like that, what if the seniors find out?"
"It's okay. Seniors can't touch me."
"Why? Why can't they touch you?"
"There will be something that happens. You'll find out later."
I can't tell Caleb about events that haven't happened yet at the moment.
On October 13, 1990, Presindet Andrew Kim declared war against crime and violence that undermined public order.
It was a terrifying time when more than 200 organizations across the country were disbanded and more than 2,000 people were arrested in one year.
Nowadays, all third-year seniors rarely come to school and work to join shady organizations.
Only the second-year seniors usually hang out with Brandon nowadays, and they bullied me the most before, and I used to get dragged and beaten by them to collect money.
Originally, I was dragged and beaten because of Brandon, but the second-year and third-year seniors showed interest in my unusual size and ordered me to work under them.
The only thing I did under them was to forcefully sell tickets to the daily teahouse for 1,000 won each, which he didn't even want to do.
I had to allocate 50 copies of tickets every week, sell them all and give them to my senior.
If I couldn't sell them all, I had to pay the rest with my own money.
Being poor, I never received pocket money, so I had no choice but to be beaten up by the seniors and their minions viciously while trying to sell tickets and bring in money.
Later, the seniors said that I did a good job and gave me more tickets.
In the end, when I couldn't handle it, I had to run away from the seniors, and the seniors waited in front of the school every day to catch me.
However, after the war on crime was declared, I found that all the seniors were arrested and imprisoned, and after that, I was able to escape from such a life.
Knowing this fact, I wasn't afraid of my seniors at all.
No matter how much I made trouble with them, I knew that sooner or later they would be arrested by the police.
But of course, I had to remain vigilant even if I knew their fate was sealed.
While thinking about those things, I convinced Caleb not to worry, and after playing enough, I returned home before dinner.
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