The mother being raped in the classroom

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Schools are often symbols of intellect and representatives of civilization. They gather the crystallization of wisdom from ancient times to the present, and are also the rising sun of the new generation. They are both indispensable cogs in a machine and stepping stones to higher levels.

Even though reality often differs from imagination, it should never be what I see before me.

In the classroom, the woman is completely naked, having abandoned not only the primal shame of humanity but also the responsibilities society has placed upon her as a teacher, a mother, and a wife. She has become a beast seeking only pleasure, roaring wildly on others like a runaway horse.

And the man, wantonly and recklessly, treats his guardian and administrator as slaves.

His wicked smile seems to come from a fiery hell. Under the dim light, I feel as if I have returned to a primitive cave, watching uncivilized beasts, disregarding status and position, frantically mating.

This place, which should be sacred, has been reduced to a playground for hellish demons.

Outside the warehouse, I could only watch Zhang Qiang fuck my mother. The various patterns on her body seemed about to be flung out as she swayed violently. The words "slave," "Zhang Qiang's bitch," filled my vision. Her

bright red buttocks looked to me like the forbidden fruit Adam and Eve ate—dangerous, incestuous, yet incredibly alluring.

Inside the warehouse, Zhang Qiang and my mother were locked in a passionate encounter, seemingly without end.

And I, pathetically, masturbated my long-dormant penis.

The sounds of lewd moans filled my ears.

My mother, her hands on Zhang Qiang's broad shoulders, cried out in hysterical excitement, "Ah! Master! Fuck this bitch to death! This bitch loves Master's cock! Master, teach this disobedient bitch's cunt a lesson!

This bitch was born to serve Master! Woof! Woof!" Compared to my mother's frenzy, Zhang Qiang was somewhat unhurried. Since it was my mother he was fucking, he would occasionally slap her buttocks, like drumbeats.

My mother felt like an ancient warhorse, galloping at full speed upon receiving her master's command, striving only to please him.

At the point of contact between my mother and Zhang Qiang, only the spray of vaginal fluids was visible. To provide better lubrication for his penis, which was wrapped inside my mother's vagina, Zhang Qiang's thick, long penis, like a pile driver, would only emerge a small section before plunging back quickly and powerfully into the depths of my mother's vagina, reaching her very core. Each thrust was a heavy blow to my mother's uterus,

taking her consciousness to even greater heights.

However, this seemed unable to extinguish my mother's lust. As she pounded her uterus against Zhang Qiang's penis, she began to rotate her waist, adding more rotational force to his penis, allowing what she longed for to penetrate even deeper into her body, reaching her very heart.

"Ah! Ah! Penetrate the bitch! Master is so good, Master, keep going, keep going! Ah! Ah! It's her honor that Master wants to fuck the old bitch. She gave birth to a bitch for Master to fuck, so she is also a bitch and should belong to Master. Her womb belongs to Master! This lowly slave will definitely help Master, ah! Ah! Let the old bitch experience the pleasure of a bitch!" As she shouted, her luscious lips were about to kiss Zhang Qiang's mouth.

Surprisingly, Zhang Qiang slapped my mother's face away with disgust, thrusting his hips forcefully twice and cursing, "You dare to kiss me with that filthy mouth of yours? You think you're worthy? You're just my dick sheath! Who gave you your slutty dog balls!" My mother, instead of being disappointed by his attempt to flatter her, became even more enthusiastic amidst Zhang Qiang's powerful thrusts and insults: "Master is right, a lowly slave is unworthy to kiss her master. A bitch's filthy mouth is only for covering her master's dick; a bitch is only fit for her master to play with her dick. A lowly slave's dog mouth is only fit to kiss the family's male dog, and then lick her master's dick!" Hearing this, Zhang Qiang asked, "Then whose dick do you think tastes better? Mine or your husband's?" My mother's excited eyes held a hint of disdain as she said without hesitation, "This lowly slave belongs to her master, she's only ever eaten his big cock! Male dogs' dicks are small and disgusting, he never dares to let her lick them. She learned to eat cock from her master, all to please him." Zhang Qiang smiled smugly, casually pinching my mother's firm breasts. "You're so good at oral sex, I thought you were skilled, but it turns out this is your first time. So, besides your asshole, I also developed your mouth, huh?" With that, he snorted, gripped my mother's body, and thrust his penis completely inside her.

My mother's G-spot, stimulated by Zhang Qiang, stiffened as if electrocuted, trembling slightly.

The scene in the warehouse was bizarre; it was as if time had stopped. The two remained frozen in place for nearly twenty seconds before collapsing.

It seemed they had both reached orgasm.

Zhang Qiang slumped in the chair, while my mother leaned against his chest, her left hand stroking his chest through his clothes. She said sweetly, "It's all thanks to Master's excellent teaching. This lowly slave learned so quickly! Master, please teach this lowly slave more so I can please you even more!" Zhang Qiang didn't seem to move much, but he looked even more exhausted than my mother. He lay in the chair for a long time without speaking, just panting and resting. After a few more minutes, he slapped my mother on the head, forced himself up, and commanded, "Stop slacking off! Get up, the seventh position for bitches!" Although I was a little worried that my mother might be exhausted after being fucked for so long—after all, even a big man like Zhang Qiang was exhausted—it must be even more tiring for her, a weak woman, to have been fucked for so long.

But my worries were unfounded. My mother clearly still had plenty of energy, and her complexion was much better than Zhang Qiang's.

She immediately responded to Zhang Qiang's words.

My mother immediately got up from Zhang Qiang's body. Her lower body remained still, but her upper body, with superhuman flexibility, began to bend backward.

At the same time, Zhang Qiang also stood up. His hands began to move from my mother's slender waist, slowly caressing her sides, down to her thighs, to her calves, finally stopping and grabbing her ankles, lifting them high.

The two worked in perfect unison, their acrobatic movements executed flawlessly. Finally, Zhang Qiang had her legs spread apart, lifted in the air in a "Y" shape. She then supported herself with her hands on the ground, in a handstand position.

"Go,"

Zhang Qiang shouted.

My mother, now in a handstand with her face facing outward, found movement extremely difficult.

But she still tried her best to cooperate, laboriously moving with her hands; Zhang Qiang was merely pushing her by her ankles.

To be honest, I had seen the phrase "old man pushing a cart" more than once in novels, but I didn't understand it then. This time, the phrase suddenly popped into my mind,

connecting it to the actions before me.

(Incorrect) They walked together to the shelf. Zhang Qiang casually placed my mother's legs against the shelf frame, providing support for her hands on the ground, before returning to his bag and taking out a strange vibrator.

Its size and shape were exactly the same as Zhang Qiang's penis, and there was an extra small hook at the bottom of the handle, suggesting it might be a custom-made vibrator.

Aphrodisiacs and a custom-made vibrator—I wonder where Zhang Qiang got all these strange things.

Without pausing, Zhang Qiang returned behind my mother and, without a word, inserted the vibrator all the way in.

My mother couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah!

"

Actually, since Zhang Qiang had just taken his penis out, my mother's vagina probably hadn't closed yet. Plus, she was already used to Zhang Qiang's size. I think the reason she was startled was because her face was facing the shelf, she couldn't see behind her or her vagina, and couldn't predict what was being inserted or when it would happen.

Thinking about it, it makes sense. If you close your eyes and let your friend hit you on the head, the waiting time will amplify the stimulation.

Besides, that vibrator must have been quite cold,

which explains her naive, girlish moans.

Zhang Qiang took the vibrator, inserted it, and twisted it a couple of times to make sure it was tight before giving the order: "Doggy style, part two." Upon hearing the command, my mother slowly curled her legs upside down until her feet touched the ground. She then moved her hands forward to create space so her knees could also be on the ground, a perfect doggy-style position.

Then, following the command, my mother crawled to a cart carrying equipment, turned around, and actually used the hook on the vibrator inside her vagina to hook onto a pull ring on the cart.

She aimed it herself the whole time, without being able to see behind her, relying entirely on the flexibility of her buttocks and the sensation inside her vagina to hook onto the pull ring.

Honestly, I'm starting to admire them. The variety of things they've done in just one day has already shattered my values and common sense. Is Zhang Qiang training my mother like this to make her quit her job and go to the circus? Why is it so complicated to just have sex?

Zhang Qiang watched as my mother hitched up the scooter herself, then picked up the white rubber stick he'd used to spank her buttocks earlier. Seeing the vibrator already connected to the scooter, he lightly slapped my mother's buttocks twice with the stick, driving her forward. He was really herding her like an animal.

The effect was excellent. My mother's buttocks, which had been severely spanked earlier and then by Zhang Qiang, were now bruised. Even just two light slaps made her gasp and involuntarily crawl forward.

However, after only two or three steps, my mother seemed to remember something and stopped. Even though Zhang Qiang was urging her on with a stick, she endured the pain and turned to him, pleading in a soft voice, "Master, please, let this bitch wear some protective gear, otherwise it looks terrible." After saying this, my mother lowered her head in fear, not daring to look Zhang Qiang in the eye.

Sure enough, Zhang Qiang's face darkened with anger upon hearing my mother's resistance. But it quickly turned into a lewd grin:

"Alright, then I'll satisfy you."

My mother hadn't expected Zhang Qiang to be so agreeable and quickly kowtowed, "Thank you, Master, for your magnanimity in not holding a grudge against this lowly slave." Zhang Qiang ignored her and simply picked out a few items he needed from the sports equipment shelf, throwing a pair of knee pads and gloves to my mother. My mother took the protective gear and quickly put it on.

After my mother finished putting on the gear, Zhang Qiang took several jump ropes and came behind her, roughly binding her right thigh and calf together with the ropes, and then did the same to her left leg.

There was also a jump rope that my mother had to bite in the middle, looped through her like a donkey or horse bit, with the two ends inserted directly into her anus.

Because the jump rope was of limited length, my mother had to straighten her back and tilt her head back to avoid pulling the rope out of her anus.

At that moment, my mother's appearance was indescribable, like a donkey, a dog, and a horse. She also had many "marks" on her body, belonging to her master. Although I couldn't describe the feeling, the image of a proud, lowly harlot with her chest out and head held high still made me unable to hide my excitement.

Zhang Qiang was satisfied with his "work of art." He drove the "car" again with the stick. Although my mother was still being whipped, she responded happily because of Zhang Qiang's "magnanimity."

Seeing that they were about to leave, I quickly pulled up my pants and squatted in the bushes. Anyway, it was late, and they wouldn't pay much attention to their surroundings, so they definitely wouldn't see me.

Afterwards, because it was late and too dark outside, I couldn't see clearly, but I could see Zhang Qiang constantly stuffing things into my mother's car.

My mother was dragging the increasingly heavy cart with only her vagina.

As she passed the bushes where I was, I heard my mother's pleading voice: "Master, this lowly slave can't hold it in anymore. The last time Master allowed this lowly slave to urinate was yesterday morning. This lowly slave's bladder is about to burst. Please, Master, let this lowly slave's cunt urinate." "Damn, lazy donkeys on a millstone urinate a lot. How can you be so useless, you slut?" Although Zhang Qiang was dissatisfied, seeing my mother's trembling lower limbs and her forehead with bulging veins, he still allowed her. "Hurry up, right here." Saying that, because my mother was wearing gloves, Zhang Qiang took the initiative to remove the vibrator from her genitals. My mother directly raised her left leg, assuming the position of a female dog urinating.

From my angle, I could see that a huge amount of semen was flowing out of my mother's open vagina first, followed by a stream of hot fluid mixed with some semen and urine.

At this moment, my position was very awkward. Although the bushes could block the path from above, my mother could actually see me if she lowered her head.

Luckily, my mother's mouth was tied with a jump rope, preventing her from moving and thus keeping her from seeing me so close.

As for me, I not only witnessed my mother urinating up close, but a few drops of warm liquid even splashed onto my face. I covered my mouth, barely daring to breathe.

It took my mother several tens of seconds to finish urinating before she continued to follow Zhang Qiang to complete her "supervisory teacher" duties.

Only after they were far away did I have a chance to catch my breath.

The scene still resonated with me: Zhang Qiang's semen flowing from his vagina, the place where I was born, occupied and abused by another man. And

this was a boy about my age.

While I admired the mother who gave me life and raised me, while I was filled with awe for the mysterious place that nurtured my life, my peers treated it with disdain, like a public toilet—no, like his private toilet—treating my sacred place.

I felt myself burning.

But it wasn't anger.

I was confused.

When I came to my senses, they were no longer on the playground. I saw the warehouse light was still on, but the door was closed. After waiting a while, no one came out. So I crept forward again.

Inside the warehouse, my mother had been untied from the jump rope, and there were still marks on her legs, though not very noticeable. She was kneeling on the ground, like a student taking notes on the homework Zhang Qiang had given her: "Tomorrow, put on your new underwear and tie, drink this medicine as soon as you get up, and wear your teacher's uniform tomorrow." He said, handing my mother a blue medicine bottle and a small white jar. "Don't forget tonight, one o'clock, don't make any mistakes!" My mother solemnly accepted the two bottles with both hands and kowtowed. "If Master commands, this lowly slave will certainly carry it out!" Zhang Qiang nodded, and after my mother helped him put on his shoes, he thought for a moment, picked up the skirt from the ground, put it in his hand, threw his school jacket at my mother, and said, "Put it on, I'll go home with you. I'll fill you up before you go in. Don't forget your sexy stockings and panties, put on the stockings now, and hold the panties in your hand." My mother was initially surprised when she heard that Zhang Qiang wanted to go to our house with her, but after realizing that he would only have sex with her at the door and then leave, she obediently put on the jacket, which was covered in Zhang Qiang's male hormones, without

any bra, picked up her stockings and put them on, and picked up her thong. Now there was still a vibrator in her vagina, but it seemed different from before; it didn't have the hook, but it kept vibrating.

My mother stood up after she was ready.

Although Zhang Qiang only gave her the top, our school uniforms were always loose, and Zhang Qiang's top was already large, so now the clothes covered more skin than my mother's original dress.

But seeing my petite mother in a loose-fitting boys' uniform, she looked even more attractive than before.

No wonder Zhang Qiang wanted to take my mother home; if she were alone, some man would definitely lose his mind and rape her.

It seems Zhang Qiang and my mother will be leaving soon.

I hurriedly grabbed my backpack and left.

It wouldn't be easy to hide on the wide road; it would be bad if I were discovered.

I planned to go home first and wait.

Besides, I knew some places sold miniature cameras; I could set one up at home and see what new tricks they had up their sleeves tonight.

[The End]

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