Look at Mom's depravity

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(Part 1)

From Sanya until now, my family has been in complete chaos, and it all started because…

I remember it was an afternoon in Sanya, and I was lying on the sofa in the living room on the second floor of the resort villa.

“I really couldn’t get away. The central government suddenly came for a surprise visit, and I didn’t know beforehand!”

“Bang!” Mom threw her phone onto the bed, and Dad’s explanation stopped abruptly.

Dad is a leader in the Public Security Bureau, and when leaders from above come, Dad has to be responsible for security around the clock. They were supposed to come to Sanya to meet us after seeing off this group of provincial leaders, but he broke his promise again.

Actually, before Mom and I came, Dad told me that he might not be able to come, and that I should do everything I could to appease Mom, saying that I was a man now and had to take good care of her. When I heard my father call me a man, I felt a great responsibility on my shoulders.

For women, happiness is nothing more than a harmonious family, successful weight loss, and being praised for being beautiful and young. I subtly complimented my mother on these points, and my initially unhappy mother quickly changed into a floral dress and we went to the beach. I thought to myself, "When we get back, Dad will be very grateful to me and will acknowledge me as a real man."
At the beach, a coconut vendor complimented my mother on how young she looked, which made her extremely happy.

"Beautiful lady, you look so young! If my son weren't here, I would think you were just over thirty," the dark-skinned coconut vendor said obsequiously.

"No, no," Mom's face lit up with a smile, "No need to look."

"Thank you, beautiful lady, have a great time with your son!"

"Hey, Mom, stop... right, just this pose, sunglasses, coconut, floral dress, you're even showing off your artsy side! Let me take a picture of you... okay, this picture doesn't need editing to be uploaded online!"

"Haha, this picture is really good, but Mom is getting old, look at these wrinkles..."

"You have to compare yourself to people your age! Among those middle-aged women, you definitely have the looks of a young girl!"

Of course, there were also some unpleasant encounters...

strolling along the beach, Mom suddenly frowned: "Ew, how vulgar!" It turned out that several men were sunbathing naked on the beach, their penises lying lazily on the men's lower abdomens. "Let's go, let's go! It's disgusting, and the police aren't doing anything about it!" Mom grabbed my hand and hurried away.

But this didn't dampen our spirits. We bought lots of souvenirs and fruit and returned to our villa at the resort.

"Why is there no signal on the TV upstairs?" Mom's voice came from the second floor.

"It's been like that all afternoon. I'll call and report it for repair!" I said, glancing at the English Premier League on the TV while making the call.

Halftime ended, and the repairman still hadn't arrived. Mom, however, had finished her shower and was going to bed.

"I'm going to sleep now. You should go to bed early too!"

"Okay, I know!" I half-reclined on the sofa.

"Ding-dong!"

"Hello, did you just report a TV malfunction?" asked a slightly overweight man wearing a resort uniform and glasses.

"Yes, second floor."

The fat-glasses man, carrying a bag of tools, went upstairs. I wanted to follow, but then the other side suddenly scored. If I had followed then, none of this would have happened! But some things are beyond redemption.

"Goal! Beautiful goal!" the commentator shouted excitedly.

"Damn, they conceded another goal! Wenger, Wenger, what can I say about you!" I plopped down on the sofa, focusing intently on the game.

When the match ended, I stretched and suddenly noticed the fat-glasses man coming down from the second floor, his face flushed.

"Hey, why did it take you so long to finish fixing it?"

"Ah...yes!" The fat-glasses man wiped the sweat from his face. "Um...the TV part was broken, I replaced a part." Seeing that I didn't ask any more questions, the fat-glasses man quickly left.

I turned off the TV and went upstairs to go to sleep. My mother's bedroom door was closed; she must be asleep. I took off my clothes and went into the bathroom. Huh? It looks like someone just took a shower! Trash can...why is there a pair of underwear? It looks like women's underwear; it must be my mother's. Oh my god, there's a huge puddle of semen on it! And there are a few pubic hairs on the semen—I don't know whose they are!

"Ugh, could it be that fat bespectacled guy who came upstairs to fix the TV saw Mom's underwear left in the bathroom and masturbated on it?" I felt disgusted. No wonder it took so long to fix. But I couldn't let Mom know about this and upset her again.

I carefully washed the semen off the underwear while showering, and then dried it with a hairdryer for a long time.
Looking back now, I was really naive. After many things happened, I pieced together the truth of that day: when the fat bespectacled guy came upstairs, Mom's bedroom door was open. He saw Mom lying on the bed wearing only her underwear, her snow-white buttocks barely visible, and he got lustful.

He raped my mother under the pretext of harming me. He was careful, though; although he didn't use a condom, he ejaculated outside, onto her underwear. After being raped, my mother, to protect both of us, didn't call the police, but simply went to the bathroom and washed herself again.

Later, after much effort, I obtained a set of photos and videos taken that day by Fat Glasses, confirming my suspicions: there were ten photos and one video, all dated that night.

The first photo was a snapshot taken by Fat Glasses of his penis penetrating my mother's vagina. A dark, wet penis protruded from Fat Glasses' greasy belly, inserted into my mother's vagina, the glans completely inside and no longer visible.

The next eight pictures were taken in quick succession, showing the fat-glasses man's penis slowly inserting and withdrawing, with the tip of the glans already protruding from my mother's vagina. The

last picture, which was the one that angered me the most, showed the fat-glasses man kneading my mother's breast with one hand while using the other to film her panicked face.

The video was a close-up of my mother's genitals; the camera was mounted on the bed, the lens pointed directly at her genitals. The fat-glasses man straddled my mother's stomach, his fingers pressing against her buttocks to spread her genitals: her dark, full, and somber breasts, her vulva slightly swollen and red, her vaginal opening slightly open. The fat-glasses man shamelessly spat into her vaginal opening. The video was short; you could hear the fat-glasses man's breathing and my mother's soft sobs. The last image showed the fat-glasses man lowering his head to kiss my mother's clitoris, a trickle of his saliva flowing from her vulva…

At the time, from the next day until the return flight, I didn't notice anything unusual about my mother. Perhaps this is the greatness of a mother and wife; to protect me and to preserve our family, she could endure any humiliation.

That fat-glasses guy had taken nude photos of my mother, used her status as a resort employee to find out her identity, then our home address, and followed her back to our city, where he found a job at a factory. He then used the photos to blackmail my mother into having an affair with him, and my mother gradually fell into depravity… Of course, I only found out about all of this later.

I only realized my mother was involved with another man two months after we returned from Sanya.

I discovered that my mother's phone was locked. Curiosity led me to crack the password and unlock it, where I found several WeChat messages that I will never forget:

"Baby, I ejaculated without a condom last time, and it felt much better than ejaculating outside. Let's ejaculate inside from now on. You should prepare more birth control pills."

"No, that was an exception."

"You slut, don't fucking push your luck. I can cum inside you whenever I want, and if you don't want to get pregnant, buy your own pills. You slut, I've noticed your cunt is so wet, and much tighter than the prostitutes I sleep with outside. Every time I fuck you, it feels amazing how tightly it grips my cock. I found out online that your man is the head of the police force. Is it because he's impotent and can't fuck you to satisfaction that your cunt is so tight?"

"Please don't involve my family in our affair."

"I told you, it's none of your business. You're a hypocrite. Who the hell is fucking in their own bed, screaming like a sow in heat, and deliberately wrapping their arms around my waist? They just want me to go harder! You think I don't know you're a slut at heart!"

"Please don't talk nonsense. I did those things with you for my family."

"Hmph! What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? When you were making me ride you, the moment I tried to pull my penis out, your big ass arched back to grip it. Do you think I couldn't feel it? You just haven't been fucked in a long time, your cunt's itchy. For your family? That's hilarious! It was for my... you know... right?

By the way, I remember you said you wouldn't give me oral sex the last few times, but then you knelt down and licked my penis. In the men's restroom at your workplace, I saw you licking it quite enthusiastically. Didn't you drink all the semen I ejaculated? I think you're just a slut. Your husband can't fuck you, so you cheat on him with other men, and you still pretend to be a respectable woman."

"That's because you threatened me..."

"Then call the police! If you do, I'll unlock all the encrypted posts on my social media account. They're full of your amazing videos! If your husband and son see them, see your husband's virtuous wife and your son's sacred mother, bending over for me to fuck, that scene would be just too beautiful. Haha!"
Following the social media account mentioned by Fat Glasses on WeChat, I found several locked posts. The password for each post was "Who is the sow?" I entered my mother's name, and the posts all opened.

The first post contained the photos from Sanya mentioned above, and the rest were various videos and pictures of Fat Glasses and my mother having sex, each post accompanied by a text description.

(To be continued)

Mother's Depravity

Published on 2014/04/28 in: Springtime Courtyard

(Part 2)

The dust storms in the north are severe, especially in early spring. Every week, I have to wipe every nook and cranny of the house. If I don't wipe it frequently, even the picture frames placed inside will have a thin layer of sand. The rag wipes across the smiling faces of my mother and me in the picture frame; it's a photo from the beach in Sanya.

Fat Glasses' article about Sanya reads like this:

"I hooked up with a mature woman in Sanya, a really slutty one. She came to our resort wearing a floral dress and brought her son. One night, we called in a repairman because the TV was broken. When I went to fix it, I saw this slut sleeping in the bedroom, only covering her upper body, her buttocks completely exposed. The moment I saw her butt, I got hard. I thought she was seducing me, so I pulled down my shorts and pounced on her. And then… hehehe, you know what I mean, I gave this slut all the semen I'd been holding back for months.

She resisted, but after I threatened her a few times, she gave up. At first, she was crying and sobbing…" Later, I fucked her until she was moaning and groaning, her legs clamping tightly around my waist. She seemed to have been virgins for a long time. This slut's pussy was tighter than most mature women's, incredibly wet, and her nipples were quite large—a classic slut.
After I finished, I packed up and left. Her idiot son downstairs was still watching TV, oblivious to his mother having just been fucked by me. Haha! I found out where this slut was from a few days ago; I'm planning to go there, find a job, and then make her my sex partner.

I bit my lower lip and put down the photo frame. I wiped the dust off the bedside table in my parents' bedroom. I remembered that in the innermost drawer, there were the condoms they used. I had accidentally discovered them when I was little and asked my parents what they were. They told me they were "poisonous" and not to touch them. Thinking of their panicked expressions back then, I couldn't help but smile, but the smile was quickly replaced by trembling.

The second entry in Fat Glasses' diary read:

"I found a job in a factory in this city and quickly got in touch with that slut. She was quite stubborn, saying she'd call the police if I bothered her again, but as soon as I showed her my photo, she cowered and obediently went to a hotel with me to have sex.

As soon as we entered, she told me to take a shower, but I ignored her and just stripped her naked. I bit her nipple, the one I'd been thinking about for over a month, put on a condom, and thrust all the way in. That slut's moans were absolutely intoxicating. Just as I thought, this slut looked decent with clothes on, but once she was naked, she just wanted to be with a man." Damn, I hadn't even been inside her a few times before her juices soaked the sheets.

I kept going and got tired of the condom, so I pulled it out, removed it, and kept going. This bitch was having so many orgasms that she didn't even notice I'd thrown the condom away. It wasn't until I was pressing her breasts down and thrusting my cock into her vagina that she realized I wasn't wearing a condom, probably because she felt my semen go straight into her uterus! After

I pulled out, this bitch yelled at me for not wearing a condom and even slapped me a few times. Without saying a word, I pounced on her, kissed her a few times, and then, my cock hard again... I thrust into her vagina again. This slut immediately started moaning and groaning as I fucked her, completely disregarding whether I was wearing a condom or not. It seems that no matter how high a woman's status, she becomes obedient as soon as she's fucked by a cunt.

I took the opportunity to lean down and kiss her lips. Before, I could only hold her down and kiss her lips, but this time I managed to hook her tongue out. She was somewhat dazed from my fucking, probably thinking she was having sex with her husband, and she even initiated a French kiss with me.

My cock was fucking a mature woman's smooth, lubricated vagina, my hands were touching her soft, white breasts, and my mouth was enjoying another man's wife. "Kanaze, it's so incredibly pleasurable. My tongue burrowed deep into her mouth, as if I wanted to devour her, and my penis also burrowed deep into this slut's vagina, I could feel the tip of my penis touching a layer of flesh.
She once again took the initiative to wrap her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, just like a normal husband having sex with his wife. It seems that this slut's mind has been completely swayed by what I've done to her. While I was having sex, I took several nude photos of her with my phone, and she didn't even notice."

I covered my burning chest, clenched and unclenched my fists, picked up the mop and started mopping the floor.

The third post by Fat Glasses was short, merely recounting how he went to my mother's company during her working hours to ask her to vent his frustrations. My mother, after only a few complaints, took him to a secluded, rarely used restroom in the office building and made him lick her penis.

The pictures showed Fat Glasses' pants pulled down to his ankles, revealing his thick, hairy thighs. My mother was kneeling below, holding the base of his penis, while the glans was in her mouth.

In the remaining pictures, my mother even lifted Fat Glasses' penis upwards, licking his scrotum and taking turns sucking his testicles into her mouth. Although my mother's face was expressionless, I could sense that she wasn't being forced at all; in fact, she seemed to be enjoying it.

In the last few photos, my mother was spitting a mixture of semen and saliva into her palm, her tongue and palm connected by a stream of semen—it was incredibly lewd. And that wasn't all; my mother even licked the fat-glasses man's penis again after he ejaculated, making sure there was no semen left on the glans before she stopped!

The next article, I must say, is about the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to me. I know what happened without the fat-glasses man describing it, because I was there at the time. Thinking about it now, it might not only be the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to me, but it might also be the most exciting thing.

There was a lot of other information in Fat Glasses' room, and through this information, I learned which factory's employee dormitory he lived in. I stole a few cartons of cigarettes from home, bribed the factory's security guard, and went to great lengths to sneak into Fat Glasses' dormitory when no one was there, intending to delete some nude photos of my mother that he had from his computer.

Before I could even touch the computer, the lock rang, and I hurriedly hid under the bed. A man and a woman walked in from outside; it was my mother and Fat Glasses.

"Did you miss my **** so much?" Fat Glasses picked up my mother and threw her onto the bed.

"What...what are you going to do...hurry up...I still need to go home and cook for my child." My mother's voice sounded somewhat unwilling, but I couldn't see any resistance in her actions.

The two began to make love on the bed, their rapid breathing mingling with the sounds of clothes being undressed.
"Lick it for me," the fat-glasses man commanded.

"No, haven't you showered in days? You smell like that, I..." My mother's voice trailed off.

"Now you think I'm dirty, huh? I saw you enjoying sucking my dick at your company! You fucking lick it now, and you even want to cook for your kid? Be careful, I'll send all those photos of you to your child, let him see how his mother licks a man's dick."

My mother stopped talking, and sounds like eating ice cream came from the bed. I knew my mother had started "serving" the fat-glasses man's dick with her mouth again. The guy with the thick glasses even said my mom was already wet when he gave her oral sex, mocking her as a natural slut. My mom was just focused on licking his penis and didn't respond.

Actually, if it had just been the two of them, it wouldn't have been so bad. After all, I'd seen so many photos and read so much, I could have taken it in. But my mom was giving the guy with the thick glasses oral sex when his workshop foreman caught them red-handed. Apparently, the foreman noticed the guy with the thick glasses wasn't at his post, so he went to the staff dormitory to look for him, and the guy with the thick glasses hadn't locked the door. I thought this was finally over—the workshop supervisor would call the police, and the guy with the thick glasses would go to jail. But I never imagined he would use my mom's body to sexually bribe the foreman.

The workshop foreman, a middle-aged man wearing glasses and a blue uniform, actually promised that if he could have sex with my mother, he wouldn't bother the fat-glasses man anymore. My mother initially protested in a low voice, but after being threatened by the fat-glasses man, she stopped talking.

As a result, I was under the bed, listening to the creaking of the bed legs and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh on the bed. The workshop foreman and the fat-glasses man were penetrating my mother's vaginas, one in front and one behind. Through the small gap in the bed board, I could see my mother lying on the bed like a female dog, her breasts swaying violently, and the two men were quite in sync, ejaculating inside my mother almost simultaneously.

After ejaculating, the two men threw my mother aside. My mother was so exhausted that she lay motionless on the bed. Perhaps the workshop foreman hadn't been with a woman in a long time, because there was too much semen in his scrotum. My mother's vagina couldn't hold it all, and some of it leaked out, dripping down the gap in the bed board onto the left side of my head.

Seeing the streams of semen flowing from my mother's parted vulva, the workshop foreman suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "Oh dear, I forgot to wear a condom. She might be pregnant, won't she?"

"Brother, it's okay. I'll have her buy some birth control pills later."

"Isn't that bad for her health?"

"Brother, don't worry about that. Let's just have fun. You're over forty, but you still have so much stamina, and your dick is hard again."

"Yours is too. Hahaha!"

The two men lewdly pulled my mother over, switched positions, and began thrusting into her vagina from both ends. This wasn't treating my mother like a normal woman at all; it was treating her like a tool for venting and a reservoir for semen. They'd pull my mother in when they wanted to have sex, and throw her aside when they didn't.
The workshop foreman, being forty years old, ejaculated once in my mother's vagina and once in her mouth before running out of energy and leaving, promising the fat-glasses man he wouldn't bother him again.

After the foreman left, the fat-glasses man played the video of their lovemaking on the TV; it turned out he'd installed CCTV in his dormitory. Watching my mother sandwiched between two men on the TV screen, two penises of different thicknesses being repeatedly inserted and withdrawn from her anus and mouth, the fat-glasses man got an erection again.

Although my mother weakly cried out that there wasn't enough time and she needed to go home to cook for me, and resisted the fat-bespectacled man's attempt to ravage her again, she surrendered the moment his penis entered her.
The fat-bespectacled man then tried something new, acting like a knight, thrusting his penis into my mother's vagina while slapping her large, white buttocks, shouting, "Giddy up! Giddy up! Get off the bed!" My mother's buttocks must have hurt a lot from the slaps, because she actually crawled around the bed while her buttocks were being penetrated by the fat-bespectacled man's penis. Seeing my mother's cooperation, the fat-bespectacled man hit her even harder; I could hear it all clearly from under the bed. It was much harder than when my mother spanked me when I misbehaved.

Finally, Fat Glasses ejaculated his third wave of fresh, hot semen into my mother's womb.

A while later, my mother, disheveled, left the house, while Fat Glasses lay asleep on the bed. Hearing snoring, I quietly slipped away again.

Five minutes after returning home, my mother came back, her face calm. While she was cooking, I rummaged through the neighborhood trash cans and, sure enough, found the box of emergency contraceptive pills.

This is what I mean by what might be the most humiliating experience of my life: lying under the bed, listening to the men on the bed gang-raping my mother, unable to do anything.

Soon after, Fat Glasses' fifth article was published.

"Although I'd pretty much trained this woman, she still wouldn't let me go to her house to have sex with her. So I secretly went to her house to scout it out, figuring out the time when her husband and son weren't home. I pretended to be a gas inspector, knocked on the door, and forced my way in.

Her resistance was much fiercer than I expected; it felt like she was using all her strength to push me out. But I knew her weakness: when I put my hand inside her panties and touched her breasts, she immediately went limp.

I..." I stripped her naked on the sofa in the living room and tried every trick in the book to seduce her, but this woman wouldn't budge. She only wanted me to do it with her in the living room and wouldn't allow me to enter her bedroom with her husband or her son.

I knew all too well what a horny slut she was, so I pretended to agree. I made her lie on the floor and straddled her, pounding into her cunt. Sure enough, as usual, a large amount of semen gushed from her vagina, and then her back began to spasm slightly.

I knew she wanted to enter... I climaxed, and at that moment I stopped, completely ceasing thrusting, leaving only the head of my penis inside her vagina. Like a bitch in heat, she wiggled her large buttocks, arching back, trying to take my penis back in.

Of course, I wouldn't let her succeed, and I pulled back as well, even removing the head of my penis from her vagina. She looked at me with confusion, thinking my penis had gone limp, and surprisingly turned around to give me oral sex, licking with incredible effort, not daring to let her teeth touch the head of my penis. I couldn't believe this was the same elegant and aloof police chief's wife from a few months ago, the kind mother of one child, now willingly licking my cock so I could keep fucking her.

She felt my penis hard again, quickly turned around, sticking her ass out, spreading her buttocks apart with her hands, her hot, wet pussy rubbing against my cock. Without hesitation, I grabbed her ass and fucked her pussy a dozen times, but just like before, I stopped when she was about to climax.

She understood what I meant, grabbed my penis with one hand, and led me into her and her husband's bedroom. That bed was incredibly comfortable. I fucked her right there on the bed where she and her husband made love, and she finally orgasmed, moaning like a prostitute.

Then I asked her whose penis was bigger, mine or her husband's, and who fucked her better, and I showed her a picture of her family of three. She feigned indignation and said to me, "You forced me to do these things with you. This is just my own business. Don't hurt my family, and don't mention my family."
So I used the trick of suddenly stopping before climax again. This slut quickly lost control. Her previous aloofness disappeared, and she looked at me with eyes that longed for my penis, saying, "Yours is big, you make me feel better, give it to me, fuck me now."

I fucked her for a long time that day, in front of her and her husband's wedding photo, on their bed, and made her orgasm countless times. I could feel that this slut was very nervous because her vagina was tighter than ever, so tight that it gripped my entire penis.

Later, I even had sex with her again in her son's room. Of course, she resisted and was unwilling, but in the end, she still succumbed to my lust.

I remember after reading that article, I masturbated for a long time in my room, on my bed, the bed where my mother and Fat Glasses had made love.

The sixth article was also published. The article was a picture of my mother lying on the bed, covered in sweat, with a little semen seeping from her vulva, with only a few lines of text below.

"Even birth control pills can fail sometimes. After I slept with her this time, she told me she was pregnant. I was panicked at first, but then I felt a sense of satisfaction. I got this mature woman pregnant; her vagina and uterus belong to my penis now. Of course, I've already made this slut go to a shady clinic for an abortion."
(To be continued)

Mother's Depravity

2014/04/29 Posted in: Spring Full of Courtyard

"Stop playing around, come home for dinner." A young woman wearing an apron called out at the entrance of the alley.
"Coming!" A little boy ran from the corner of the alley.

"Slow down, slow down, don't fall." Before the woman could finish speaking, the little boy tripped over a brick and fell.

"Wow!" The little boy cried out in pain. The young woman quickly helped him up, patted the dust off him, and gently held him in her arms.

"Don't cry, sweet boy, Mommy's here, Mommy's here," she gently comforted the crying boy. The boy pressed his face against the young woman's breast, inhaling her fragrant scent, and gradually stopped sobbing.
Suddenly, the young woman released the boy and threw herself into the arms of another man. The man wore glasses, was slightly overweight, and dressed in a worker's uniform. The overweight man and the young woman kissed passionately, and the young woman's belly slowly swelled...
"No!" I woke up with a start; it was a nightmare.

The young woman and boy in my dream were my mother and me from my childhood. Back then, we lived in a hutong (traditional alleyway), before we moved to a high-end apartment, and my father wasn't yet wealthy.

Ever since those events happened, I've had similar dreams, dreaming that my mother shamelessly has sex with various men, performs oral sex on them, and is gang-raped by many men.

What I think about during the day, I dream about at night; sleep gradually slips away. I turn on my computer and skillfully open Fat Glasses' article list.

After writing about my mother being impregnated by Fat Glasses and having to pay for an abortion herself, Fat Glasses published several more articles about disciplining my mother.

A while ago, my mother used the excuse of going on a business trip to Xiamen, but actually went to have sex with Fat Glasses. During her week-long stay in Xiamen, Fat Glasses had sex with my mother every single day, and she only ate takeout.

Afterwards, Fat Glasses forbade my mother to wear underwear and even inserted a wireless vibrator into her vagina. He took my mother around the streets and alleys of Xiamen, deliberately turning the vibrator up to its maximum in crowded areas.
According to Fat Glasses, my mother's legs gave way and she fell to the ground several times. When they helped her up, they found a puddle of sticky liquid where she had fallen. The lewd men around immediately understood and started groping my mother.

But Fat Glasses didn't dare go too far. Whenever things got out of control, he'd quickly pull Mom to a quiet place. He
'd have Mom prop herself up on her buttocks, emphasizing that her vulva was always incredibly wet at this point.

He said that once, when Mom's buttocks were raised, Fat Glasses grabbed her buttocks and pried them apart. A plastic ice cream spoon fell out of the dark vaginal opening in the middle of her white buttocks—it had been shoved in by some pervert while Mom was being groped.

Then Fat Glasses would thrust his penis into Mom's vagina, ejaculating inside her.
After returning from Xiamen, Fat Glasses developed a strong interest in Mom's still-undeveloped anus. My mother disagreed with the affair, but the despicable fat-glasses man drugged her, knocked her unconscious, gave her an enema, smeared some lubricant on his penis, and then inserted it into her.

When my mother woke up, she realized that her anus had been completely penetrated by the fat-glasses man's penis. She cried for a long time, saying she never wanted to see the fat-glasses man again.

Little did she know that the fat-glasses man was a beast. Ignoring my mother's resistance, he penetrated her anus again, while simultaneously using a dildo to penetrate her vagina.

In the end, my mother was so badly violated that she had to walk with her toes pointing outwards.

My dad seemed to have sensed something was wrong, because one night when I got up to use the bathroom, I found my mom arguing with my dad. The argument was that my dad wanted to have sex with my mom, but she refused, saying she was too tired from work.
It wasn't that my mom didn't have the energy; it was that every few days, she'd be sexually assaulted by a fat man with glasses, leaving her with no energy to serve my dad when she got home.

"Then give me some oral sex," my dad finally relented. "We haven't done it for months."
"No, you know I never touch that place with my mouth. It's so dirty. Use your hand. You did it with your hand just a few days ago," my mother said wearily.

I almost spit it out. My mother, who had licked Fat Glasses' penis countless times, kissing every inch of his dark glans and scrotum, was unwilling to give Dad oral sex. You know, when she ate Fat Glasses' semen, it was like eating jade nectar.

"Hmph, go to sleep, go to sleep," Dad said angrily, falling silent.

"Honey, don't be angry. I work so hard for this family. Wait a little longer, and I'll definitely do it with you," my mother said half asleep.

Actually, thinking about it now, when my mother said that, it was probably because reason had overcome lust, and she had come up with a way to get rid of Fat Glasses and return to the family.

But sometimes, a slight difference can lead to drastically different results.

That day was the darkest day of my life, and looking back now, I realize it was all part of Fat Glasses' plan. I forgot that my social media account had a visitor log feature, and every time I correctly entered my password and browsed the blog, the traces left behind had already caught Fat Glasses' attention.

He knew I was playing along, and while my father was away in the provincial capital, he organized a sex party. He invited all sorts of people from online forums for married women, but the only woman present was my mother. To prevent my mother from resisting, he gave her ketamine and [unspecified substance] beforehand.

Even now, the thought of my mother using her body to suck out all the contents of more than a dozen men's scrotums still seems incredible. What's even more incredible is that I was one of those men.
That day, when I came home from school, the living room was full of men I didn't recognize—young men, middle-aged men, and even an elderly man with graying temples. Their only commonality was that they weren't wearing clothes: some were standing barefoot, while others were comically dressed in leather shoes.

Everyone only glanced at me, and a few exclaimed in surprise, "There's even a young one! Truly, heroes emerge from among the young!" before giving me any further attention.

Among them was a middle-aged man with a large belly, who seemed to know each other. He was drinking the German dark beer my dad had kept frozen in the refrigerator, watching a pornographic video on TV. The video was showing an actress having a man's penis inserted into her mouth, vagina, and anus.

"Hey, hey, hey, this position is really good. Old Jin, Old Yang, let's three of us fuck this woman like this.
Old Jin, you like anal sex, so that woman's anus is yours. Old Yang, you can have that woman suck yours first, and I'll cum and we'll switch." The fat-bellied man assigned the ownership of my mother's vagina.
After he finished speaking, the man's penis swelled up to varying degrees. Upon closer inspection, I noticed that Lao Jin's penis was the largest, thick and black, with the glans resembling a purplish-black pebble. Lao Yang's was next, and the smallest was the fat, pot-bellied man who was speaking. It seemed my mother's anus was going to suffer again; I wondered if her sphincter muscles could withstand the impact of Lao Jin's enormous, black penis.

Although Lao Yang's penis wasn't large, the tip, including the glans, was severely curved upwards. This somewhat deformed penis pressed against my mother's palate when it touched her mouth; it must have been very painful. My mother's penis had been "developed" by Fat Glasses for the past few months, so it shouldn't be a problem.

Looking back now, I was incredibly ridiculous, like a pimp thinking about whether my mother could withstand the thrusting of those penises, instead of thinking about how to protect her.

Fat Glasses initiated conversation, enticing me to have sex with my mother, and even told me that my mother was under the influence of drugs and wouldn't recognize me. I don't know why he was so sure I wouldn't call the police and would go to have sex with my mother that day. Watching him spit everywhere, I noticed his penis swaying back and forth, with a small clump of white mucus on the dark brown glans.

There was a strong smell in the bedroom, the distinctive odor of genital secretions. My mother, like a white steamed bun, was pinned down by a burly, hairy man. His fleshy body rippled, his buttocks rhythmically arching forward, his penis thrusting in and out of her dark vulva.

The size of her vulva changed with the thickness of his penis, constantly enveloping it. His drooping scrotum slapped against her perineum and anus, and with each powerful thrust, my mother moaned and groaned.

Feeling his penis wasn't reaching its full depth, the man pulled it out, intending to squat on the bed and have sex with her.
The big man pulled his entire penis out of my mother's vagina, and I then noticed that his glans was unusual—it was a full size larger than that of an average man, and the back of the glans looked particularly hard, with a dark reddish-brown sheen.

The big man's flat buttocks slammed down onto my mother's round buttocks, and the moment that dark reddish-brown glans squeezed into my mother's vagina, my mother couldn't help but scream—it was indeed a bit too big! The enormous penis then plunged all the way in, and the testicles sandwiched between their buttocks seemed to be forced into my mother's vagina by the force of the big man's impact.

The scene made every man present's blood boil: a dark, flat buttocks repeatedly slammed against another peach-shaped, white buttocks, the flesh of the white buttocks rippled with each impact. A penis between the two buttocks continuously dripped clear fluid from the white buttocks, and a pungent "masculine scent" emanated from the strong man's penis, stimulating every man present. Several young men couldn't control themselves and began to play with their own penises.

The man's penis glistened under the fluorescent light, covered in my mother's vaginal fluid, and it thrust in and out of my mother's vagina like a piston in a cylinder. Each time the glans withdrew, the coronal sulcus hooked and pulled out the clitoral mucosa of my mother's vagina, and the two testicles slammed into my mother's body like sledgehammers.

Perhaps my mother was in too much pain from this kind of unprecedented fucking, because a pair of delicate hands reached out from under the big man's armpits and embraced his strong back. This big man's back was half again as wide as my mother's, and his back muscles were very well-developed, rising and stretching like the Qinling Mountains. My mother's small hands helplessly stroked and scratched her sweaty back, as if trying to grasp a sense of security.

The onlookers started to jeer, and the big man on the bed was not to be outdone, crushing my mother like a small black tank. The man's buttocks lifted up, and his big penis pulled out a section. Only this section of his penis was visible, with bulging veins and rising heat, like a dark purple iron rod, covered with the white foam of my mother's cunt. Then, with the sound of his penis entering her cunt and the slapping sound of flesh colliding, the man's arched buttocks slammed down heavily again.

"Slap slap slap, pfft pfft pfft," the man was fierce, but he was not invincible. He probably sensed he was about to lose control, so he didn't pull his penis out of my mother's body immediately, but instead began to thrust shallowly.

Taking advantage of this moment, Fat Glasses dragged me onto the bed, blindfolded my mother, and pulled her head towards my penis. Before I could resist, I felt a tickling sensation at the tip of my glans, and looking down, I saw my mother had already sucked my penis in.

I felt an unprecedented tingling sensation shoot from my spine straight to my head, and then I lost all consciousness. I watched as my mother diligently moved her fragrant tongue, licking my still somewhat immature glans. A pleasure, mixed with a sense of moral guilt, welled up within me—and as I grew older, I learned that it also contained a sense of conquest over a woman—this pleasure was even more intense than the tingling sensation!

My mother had given oral sex to Fat Glasses countless times before, and had also licked the penises of the workshop foreman and other men present. Although she had never licked my father, that didn't hinder her oral sex skills. Her small mouth tightly enveloped my glans, sucking incessantly, her lips completely covering my teeth. Her nimble tongue roamed over the head of my penis, and I felt myself losing control. My penis trembled, as if I was about to ejaculate.

I know my mother's oral sex skills were probably honed by Fat Glasses, but even now, I still think that was the best oral sex I've ever experienced. My mother's skillful tongue seemed to know the location of all the erogenous zones on my glans, relentlessly attacking them. Just when I was about to lose control and my penis began to tremble slightly, my mother's tongue would immediately move elsewhere. Once the urge to ejaculate subsided, she would stimulate those erogenous zones again. And all of this happened while my mother was being vigorously penetrated by a big man!

My mother did this several times, and I was almost driven mad by her tongue. Losing my mind, I grabbed my mother's head and thrust my entire penis into her mouth. My mother, who should have been panting from being violently penetrated by the big man, was now being choked by me, and she could only make a "whoosh" sound.

But just as I was about to ejaculate, the fat man with glasses pulled me out. "You're going to cum there, that guy is about to die, he's off you now."

Sure enough, the big man let out a muffled roar, plopped down on my mother, and embraced her with his broad chest, as if he wanted to stuff her into his own body. His penis was tightly blocking the opening of my mother's vagina, and his scrotum began to contract, sending fresh semen into the vas deferens...

The big man pulled out his penis with a "bang," like opening a glass bottle, and a patch of white liquid was dragged from my mother's vaginal opening by the somewhat limp dark red glans.

The fat-glasses man patted my buttocks, signaling me to go for it. At that moment, I was like I was possessed, having long forgotten all morality, and pounced on my mother as soon as I received the fat-glasses man's order.

But before I could penetrate her, my mother actually spread her vagina with one hand and held my penis with the other, helping me insert it. As soon as it went in, I felt the tip of my penis slowly pushing apart layer after layer of vaginal flesh.
The folds of flesh on her vulva tightly enveloped my glans, and waves of tingling sensation shot through my brain.

My brain was so excited I felt a little oxygen-deprived, and I couldn't breathe. I lay on my mother's stomach, my face buried in her breasts. I clearly remembered the feeling of security I had when I cried as a child and nestled in my mother's arms.

"Don't cry, Mommy's here. Mommy made you lots of delicious food." My brain began to cool down rapidly, and my penis started to shrink. But at that moment, my mother felt the hot, hard thing inside her quickly recede, and she actually wrapped her legs around my waist, sitting me on the bed in a cowgirl position!

My mother gasped for breath for a moment, her buttocks beginning to rise and fall, and my penis began to swell again, the previous coldness quickly replaced by a burning passion. My mother's moans filled the air, enjoying the intense pleasure of my glans rubbing against her.

I became excited too, grabbing my mother's buttocks with both hands, my fingers digging into her flesh. As my mother lowered her buttocks, I pulled her down as well. Our combined effort made my penis thrust into my mother's vagina with exceptional intensity and depth. My

mother's breasts bounced with the up-and-down movement of her buttocks, and two young men who had been masturbating nearby got on the bed, each taking one of my mother's nipples and sucking on them.

My mind went blank, only the thought of "push, push, push harder, push upwards" echoed, as if I wanted to pierce and tear through my mother's hymen. Suddenly, a surge of electricity rushed to my forehead, and my head felt like it was sinking—I... I...

I gripped my mother's buttocks tightly, preventing her from lifting her hips, my glans pressed firmly against her cervix, enjoying the rush of heat and the constant tension and relaxation of my vagina. My scrotum twitched, and streams of semen shot deep into my mother's vagina...

The two young men, seeing that I had ejaculated, hurriedly carried my mother off me. I rolled off the bed, and the burning sensation in my head began to fade rapidly.

I slowly sat down against the wardrobe, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the fat man with glasses holding a camera, a smug smile on his lips. Now I know he set me up, but wasn't I also a contributing factor?

The two young men threw away my mother's blindfold and were about to grab her penis and have sex with her from both ends when they were chased away by the pot-bellied man who had been sitting in the living room. Following their pre-arranged division, they slowly inserted penises of varying thicknesses, lengths, and colors into my mother's mouth, vagina, and anus.

Two bloated, oily bellies pressed my mother's pale body against the center, while two large, dark yellow buttocks gradually blocked her view. Two penises, one above and one below, slowly entered her vaginas.

The two penises were fully inserted into her vaginas, rubbing against each other through the thin walls of flesh, while her scrotums almost overlapped.

The pot-bellied man looked at his companions and laughed. He might have frequented prostitutes before, but he certainly had never had two penises inside a woman simultaneously!

The mother, sandwiched between two obese men, seemed to feel the swelling in her two vaginal openings and tried to move. However, the two penises were inserted too deeply, like fixed bolts, deeply embedded in her vaginal openings, making her unable to move.

The large-bellied man on top of her roughly played with the mother's breasts with one hand while kissing her panting lips. The mother was licked by the large-bellied man's thick tongue, and disgusting saliva kept flowing into her mouth. But the mother had long been drugged and unconscious, and she actually tightly wrapped her arms around the large-bellied man's thick back, passionately kissing him and exchanging saliva like lovers.

The two men, one with a large belly, began to thrust faster in unison, and the men around them also joined in, clearly interested in the intertwined bodies on the bed. Perhaps the simultaneous penetration of two vaginas was too stimulating, because my mother soon began to writhe violently, her legs, wrapped around the man's dark buttocks, straightening as she reached orgasm.
My mother's petite body was hidden within the large, fat body of the men, her mouth and genitals simultaneously receiving the thrusting of two strong penises, constantly making gurgling sounds.
Especially Old Jin, the large-bellied man who was penetrating my mother's anus, thrust particularly fast, making my mother's eyes roll back in her head.

My mother's round buttocks were flattened by the buttocks of two big-bellied men, and her perineum was also blocked by two hairy scrotums. Only a dark reddish-brown penis could be vaguely seen inserted at each end of her perineum, each penis covered with a layer of white foam, clearly the result of having sex with my mother.

The two hot, steaming penises rhythmically took turns thrusting in and out of my mother's two vaginal cavities. Because Old Jin's penis was quite large, the sphincter muscles around my mother's anus were stretched to their limit, and the folds that resembled a chrysanthemum were completely open. The vaginal opening at the upper part of the anus was perfectly fine, and its size changed constantly with the insertion and withdrawal of the penis to accommodate its size.

Having shed the passion of the moment, the thought of having sex with my mother made me feel nauseous, so I put on my clothes and ran out. Everyone was captivated by the four bodies entangled on the bed and didn't notice my departure.
As I mentioned earlier, a small difference could have led to a huge difference. The fat-glasses man thought he was very cunning; he thought that by dragging me into this mess, he could more recklessly train and abuse my mother, but he couldn't outsmart fate.
My dad came home that afternoon for various reasons. You can imagine a husband coming home to find over a dozen naked men, while his wife is in bed entangled with a fat, burly man.

Afterwards, my parents divorced. My dad used some of his underworld connections to have all the men who participated in the gang rape of my mother that day crippled, including the fat man with glasses.

I stayed with my dad because I felt ashamed to face my mother, even though neither my dad nor my mother knew that I had had sex with her.

My mother went back to her parents' home, saw a psychologist for a long time, and then, with my uncle's help, found a quiet job.
She also became pregnant and insisted on giving birth to a boy. But I don't know who the father of the child is. I calculated the date, and the day of conception was that day, so the father of the child might be me.

But who knows? Who can outwit the devil God?

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