The lewd mother on the bus

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"Mom," my son appeared before me in his neat school uniform. It had been a long time since I'd heard him call me that. "Slut," "whore," those words had become my names. "Change your clothes, will you take me to school?" Although I didn't understand his purpose, I followed him into my room out of habit. I thought he'd pick out some of my new, revealing clothes, but to my surprise, he chose a light blue, tight-fitting, sleeveless turtleneck sweater and a brown skirt. And, incredibly, he made me wear underwear! Although it was a see-through, sexy outfit, knowing I couldn't enjoy the thrill of exposure made me somewhat disappointed. "Is that all?" I asked unwillingly. My son didn't seem to notice my disappointment and longing. "Hurry up, we're running late," he urged impatiently.

Perhaps he didn't want his classmates to know he had a wanton mother. Reluctantly, I changed. It had been so long since I'd been a dutiful wife and mother. Except for a misty look in my eyes and a hint of desire in my smile, I almost felt like I'd returned to the past.

Urged on by my son, we left home early. "Aren't we driving?" I asked curiously. "Oh no, we'll take the bus today." Whatever, the slave follows the master.

It had been a long time since I'd taken the bus, and I was surprised to see so many people. Probably because it was so early, the bus was almost entirely filled with students. My son pulled me to the back of the bus. "Hey, good morning, guys!" he excitedly greeted four people in matching school uniforms. But I noticed their eyes were almost all on me. Turns out, even in my pajamas, I'm quite attractive. My son pulled me close. "This is my mom." "Hello, Auntie!" the four boys greeted me simultaneously. I politely responded and then quietly listened to my son's conversation with his classmates.

As the bus started moving, I found myself surrounded by my son and his classmates. Because I'm not tall, only about 1.5 meters, while they were at least 1.75 meters, I couldn't see the people on the outer ring at all, and of course, they couldn't see me either. I didn't realize when my son was standing behind me; I could only reach the overhead rings with all my might.

Then, a cold hand slipped inside my shirt and unhooked my bra. Was my son going to expose me in front of his classmates? How wonderful! The exposure I'd been waiting for had finally arrived. This feeling of being humiliated felt so good. The bra moved slowly through my sweater, so clearly visible. I had to let go of the rings and lean against my son's firm chest, my right hand gripping his pants, my left hand nervously covering my breasts. My nipples, stimulated by the sweater and the fear of exposure, quickly became engorged and erect. Two barely visible grapes appeared on my high mounds of flesh.

Would they see? Was this what my son wanted? The tall, thin boy with blond hair to my right winked at my son. My son put a pair of earphones in my ears. "Want to listen to some music?" But I didn't hear a sound! "Are you really alright?" the bespectacled fat man on the left asked cautiously. His son seemed to nod behind him. "Wow, boss, you're amazing! You even managed to handle Auntie!" the young, white-haired man opposite said admiringly. "Boss, you're so lucky! You can fuck her whenever you want, however you want, right?" Another 190cm tall hulking man on the opposite side roared, "Yeah, Auntie is so beautiful and sexy, even prettier than our girls, not to mention she's become her son's sex slave. Just thinking about it makes me hard." The blond man licked his lips. "Boss, my drug works well, right? It's helped a lot in training Auntie, hasn't it?!" the bespectacled fat man on the right asked. "Damn, stop talking about your lousy drug. How come there's no change? My mom is so lewd, she doesn't need any training. She'll do anything, she's a natural sex slave."

"Ohhhhhh!" everyone exclaimed in unison. Actually, even I didn't expect to be such an excellent sex tool. "Impossible!" the fat man with the glasses protested loudly. "The effects of this drug are subtle. It can enhance a woman's sensitivity to her sexual organs and skin, making sex more pleasurable; it reduces the slave's pain, making it easier to abuse; most importantly, it can increase the elasticity of a woman's muscles and speed up metabolism tenfold, meaning it makes a woman's vagina and breasts more elastic, so they won't loosen or prolong the orgasm, and recovery is faster. It can be used all day long, so there's no need to worry about the sex slave not being able to handle it..." the fat man argued, sounding like an expert.

"We'll wait and see." My son's conversation with his classmate had already made me blush. Oh my god, they knew everything! How could I face them now? But what dignity did I have left in front of them? My nipples were swollen, my vagina was already wet, and what's more, I actually hoped to hear more insults from them, and wanted to appear even more wanton in front of them. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but rub my swollen nipples with my hands.

"Hey, boss, when are we going to get to see her?" the blond thief sneered. "We're brothers for life. She's not my mother anymore, she's my woman, my sex slave. Of course, I'll share good things with my brother!" Good heavens, my son was going to share me with his brother, so I was probably somewhat prepared, and I didn't feel much shame or pain. On the contrary, I was even thinking that I had four more dicks fucking me! I squeezed my legs tightly together, afraid that my overflowing juices would spill out.

"When, boss! I've been thinking about Auntie and masturbating every day these past few days," the big guy asked impatiently. "Boss, Auntie's in heat!" the fat guy noticed my embarrassment.

Besides my son, eight burning eyes were fixed on my big breasts; my nipples were practically bursting from the heat! Overwhelmed by a shameful pleasure, I finally couldn't hold back the juices from my cunt any longer. They gushed out of my vagina like a tidal wave. "Look, the juices are actually flowing down!" the bald-headed guy exclaimed, his gaze shifting back to my thighs. There was nothing I could do; I was naturally prone to producing a lot of juices, and after holding back for so long, I could only watch helplessly as my glistening juices slowly trickled down my inner thighs. "Damn, so much! It's even flowing into my shoes! It's a miracle! Your mom's amazing, boss!" the blond-haired guy shouted in disbelief. "What a born slut, a born sex slave!" the fat guy exclaimed as well.

Don't look! Don't say anything!! This feeling of shame made my legs tremble uncontrollably. Say more, let me expose more, humiliate me to your heart's content, I felt my climax approaching.

"Hehe, I brought her here today to show everyone," my son said, resting his chin on my shoulder. "Looks like you're all ready. You're quite the slut, Mom. Does exposing yourself in front of people make you this happy?" He then removed my headphones. "Did Auntie hear everything just now?!" The big guy and the others were still wary of my mother's identity. My son seemed to sense their hesitation. "Slut, these are my brothers, and also your masters. You know what to do, right?" At this point, I had nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, the temptation of four big dicks made me, who prioritized pleasure, willing to risk everything.

"Masters! I am your lowly sex slave. I await your training anytime, anywhere." My words surprised them, including my son. Even he hadn't expected me to submit so easily.

"Hehe, that's surprising, Auntie. You can even say such lewd things. Boss, it seems your training is extraordinary."

"What?! I told you she doesn't need any training. This slut was born this wanton!" the son laughed smugly. "You say you're a sex slave, but how do you expect us to believe you?" the blond-haired guy asked mischievously. "Yeah, give us a show!" the others chimed in. I glanced around. These tall, imposing men surrounded me, while the other passengers chatted loudly, oblivious to our presence. Gritting my teeth, I slowly lifted my thin sweater, and a pair of snow-white breasts, freed from its confinement, bounced and were exposed to the air.

I cupped my breasts with both hands, lifting them up. "These are the breasts of a sex slave, please, masters, appreciate them!" My son's classmates' gazes had shifted from respect when we boarded the bus to contempt. Before I knew it, several men had sandwiched me between them. "Since this slut has asked for this, let's all reluctantly play with her!" My son said, grabbing one of my nipples from behind. "Mmm... thank you, son, harder, it's going to burst!" The others seemed to have suddenly switched on a power source, reaching out to wherever they wanted. Ten hands roamed over different parts of my body. My sensitive skin allowed me to feel the different pressure and techniques of each hand, clearly experiencing the pleasure from every inch they touched—it felt like every part of my body was on fire!

I dared not, and was powerless to, open my eyes. Their mocking and crazed gazes filled me with endless shame, as if constantly reminding me, "You vile slut! Your appearance tells us you like exhibitionism, incest, and being humiliated." Those eyes were like a mirror reflecting my lewd and filthy body and heart.

At this point, nothing could hinder their exploration of my body. My coffee-colored skirt had somehow been pushed up to my waist, and my son, as always, skillfully untied the thin strap of my thong and put it in his pocket. Of course, it offered virtually no protection; in their eyes, this tiny thing was practically nonexistent. Gradually, I was able to distinguish the owners of each hand. Apart from my son's hand, which casually guided me, it took me some effort to identify the others.

The fat man's hand was the easiest to spot—short and thick. He seemed more interested in my anus, one hand rubbing the most fertile part of my buttocks, while the other hand, following the pull of my gluteal muscles, spiraled and pressed my anus flat with his thumb. I knew he must be an expert at anal manipulation because he didn't use his index finger like most people, but rather his thumb, pressing flat. This way, he wouldn't penetrate due to force, but would give me a strong urge to defecate.

The big guy was interested in my firm breasts, but I really hoped it wasn't true, because he was clearly a sadist. He immediately grabbed my left breast with his basketball-holding hand, his five fingers digging deep into my thick flesh, leaving five deep holes in the smooth surface. I felt like my entire left side was being squeezed by his hand. His five iron pincers continued to knead the hardest part of my breast, my milk ducts. Even after taking the fat man's medication, the pain made me break out in a cold sweat, and I writhed in agony. I wanted to escape this hell, but then I changed my mind. The big guy's other hand gently caressed my swollen, red nipple like a lover. His rough palm lifted and rubbed the sensitive area at the bottom of my breast. The moderate pinching and caressing of his fingers and the constant gentle rubbing of his palm were so comfortable and sweet. The completely different treatment of my two breasts gave me an unprecedented and wonderful feeling. It was as if both breasts were being caressed and abused at the same time. I couldn't tell whether the pain or pleasure was more intense. Both pleasure and pain stimulated me at the same time, exponentially.

Of course, the blond-haired and prematurely gray-haired men weren't going to miss out on this lavish, obscene feast. They both set their sights on the very source of my lust—my little cunt. They practically couldn't get enough of it. They reached past my thick labia majora, each grabbing a labia minora with one hand and forcefully pulling them outwards. Finally, they pressed them against my inner thighs. I think the fat man's drug was working; I didn't experience any tearing pain. Although it hurt, it was bearable. Besides, I was completely immersed in the cool sensation of the air blowing through my vaginal fluids and the pleasurable feeling of my vaginal folds being completely stretched open. It was a feeling I'd never experienced before. The initial itch in my vagina, upon first contact with the cool air, relieved the itch more effectively than my son's large penis. But then came the more sensitive parts within the folds, expanding and requiring even more friction. This itch was excruciating, making my heart feel like countless ants crawling all over it, just like my vagina. My labia minora pressed against my thighs, as if my vagina were protruding from my body, the red contrasting sharply against the white, striking a stark and wanton sight. A woman's most private place became the object of study and manipulation under the watchful eyes of many, causing my vaginal fluids to flow even more joyfully in the unfolded vagina.

After admiring them, they commented, "I've never seen a woman with so much fluid. This is the most talented sex slave." "Come look, I'm washing my hands with this slut's fluids!" All five men simultaneously turned their gaze to my vulva. "It's a miracle!" the fat man exclaimed after seeing it. "This woman is fucking slutty, she's unaffected by all this!" the big guy added his own comment. I couldn't help but open my eyes in curiosity, staring at the lewd scene unfolding beneath me. The blond-haired and prematurely gray-haired men's hands were entwined between my wide-open legs, their hands glistening with the vaginal fluid dripping directly from my vagina. My genitals, which I had considered sacred just a month ago, were now the focus of everyone's play, the most degrading and lewd part of my body.

"How's it going, Mom?" my son's teasing voice rang out behind me. Good heavens, I had forgotten that this was in front of my own son, on the bus to school, and his mother was shamelessly and excitedly letting his classmates play with her as they pleased, right before everyone's eyes! "Mmm...!" My lower body suddenly tightened, my anus clamping down on the fat man's thick thumb. The pair of breasts in the big man's hands suddenly swelled up. The blond-haired and gray-haired men simultaneously felt their labia minora contracting and trembling violently as they were being pulled. A stream of hot liquid splattered onto my hands between my legs, white with a hint of yellow. They stared in astonishment at my genitals and eyes, almost unable to believe their eyes—a woman had orgasmed without any stimulation to her vagina or clitoris!

Yes, I had orgasmed. Under the manipulation of my son's classmate, on a crowded bus, I had orgasmed so easily.

"God, I can't take it anymore, boss, your mom's too horny, she orgasms so easily," the fat man said.

"Damn, this old slut's having a good time, I've been holding back," the big man said, as he and the fat man pulled out their penises from their pants. One of them grabbed my hand and pressed it onto their penises. It was the first time I had touched two young dicks at the same time. Still in the throes of orgasm, I couldn't help but roll my eyes in pleasure. "Hurry up, give me a handjob!" Although I had already orgasmed, my vagina hadn't received any real stimulation, so I still had a strong desire. The sensations in my body had already surpassed my reason and consciousness. I needed a big dick, so before the big guy could finish speaking, I had already started using my hand to serve them.

What pleased me even more was that the big guy had a penis thicker than my son's. I could barely grasp two-thirds of it with one hand. So, instead of stroking it rhythmically up and down, I cupped his glans with my palm to stimulate the tip. But because the big guy's glans was so big, the fluid secreted from his urethra couldn't wet it all, which made him a little sore. Not taking good care of my master made me, his slave, very anxious. What if my master hated this big penis? No, I couldn't lose this big penis. Ignoring the surprised looks from the blond and gray-haired men, I quickly reached for his cunt, smeared my hand with his own juices, and gently moistened the big guy's glans, carefully squeezing it. In return, the big guy tortured my breasts even more.

The fat man's penis was much shorter, a very ordinary length. The difference was that it had many small bumps, some large, some small. I guessed it was natural, because under my caresses, he quickly pressed his glans tightly against my anus, forcefully pulling my buttocks apart, creating a small slit in my anus just in front of his urethral opening. *Sizzle*, three streams of hot semen burned my rectum, pushing my slightly subsiding orgasm back to its peak. This was the performance of a virgin, and I was happy to have taken a virgin. I told myself I would take good care of this cute little fat man.

The blond-haired and prematurely gray-haired men, having nowhere to vent their desires, vented their frustration on my vulva, which was exactly what I had been hoping for, because my vulva hadn't been truly played with and couldn't take it anymore. Instead of letting go of my labia, they used their free hands to work together; the prematurely gray-haired man targeted my clitoris, while the blond-haired man focused on my vagina. The man with the white hair was probably an experienced lover. He first gently stroked the clitoris with his fingertips, making it pop out from the already stretched labia minora. At this time, the clitoris was only a little bigger than a soybean. The man with the white hair suddenly grabbed it, lifted it up, and then squeezed and rubbed it back and forth with his hand.

In an instant, my clitoris shrank to the size of a peanut in the young man's hand, hard as a man's penis. I couldn't help but gasp. I felt as if I had been pulled out of my body, as if everything had ceased to exist. All my weight and sensation were concentrated on my clitoris in the young man's hand. I used it to think, to hear, to see; all my feelings converged there. I would do anything the young man asked me to do now, because I felt I belonged to him. I lived between his two fingers; he could manipulate my pleasure and pain. His two fingers firmly pinned me to the crest of pleasure.

Then another person broke everything, dispersing my sensations from my clitoris to my vagina, and then back to all parts of my body—it was the blond man.

Taking advantage of the earlier opportunity, he used his labia minora to pull open the vaginal opening, and without warning, he simultaneously inserted four fingers into the vagina, which appeared to be only as thick as a little finger. He forcefully rotated and dug out the vaginal fluid. If it weren't for the abundance of vaginal fluid and the fact that I hadn't taken the fat man's medicine, which gave my vagina an unusual elasticity, it probably would have torn long ago. Even so, I gritted my teeth and gasped for breath. Now I was even more grateful to the fat man; if it weren't for his medicine, I probably wouldn't have been able to go home today. So, I couldn't help but gently grasp the fat man's already limp penis in my hand and rub it back and forth between my buttocks as my thanks. I believe this would make him feel very good, because I heard him take a deep breath and groan, "Oh…!"

My lower body was still being forcefully dug, with pain and pleasure intertwined in equal amounts. Suddenly, pain took over, emanating from my large breasts. The burly man was about to ejaculate; his eyes were wide open in a frightening way, his breathing noticeably heavier, like an enraged bull, roaring incessantly, "You slut, you wanton whore! I'm going to squeeze your big tits until they burst, I'm going to squeeze out your milk!!!" He said it, and he did it. He no longer treated my breasts with the alternating gentleness and brutality he had shown at the beginning; now he treated them as if they were completely inanimate, gripping the nipples just below the areolas with all his might, twisting and squeezing them forcefully. I could only watch helplessly as the lower part of my breasts swelled like a steamed bun, while the upper part squeezed out thin slices from between his iron fingers, leaving only two nipples protruding from his fist. But these were no longer rosy; they had turned a dark purple, almost doubling in size, the wrinkles on the nipples stretched out, and the milk ducts large enough to fit toothpicks.

I really wanted to scream, but the pain brought back my reason, telling me that if I screamed, I would be the one who suffered the most. A mother willingly becomes her son's sex slave, even actively soliciting her son's classmates to play with her on the bus—who would sympathize with such a slut like me? Since I've chosen this path of no return, I can only endure it. His sharp teeth dug tightly into my snow-white lips.

I dared not utter a sound, only gasping intermittently, my hands moving faster, hoping to stimulate the big guy to ejaculate sooner. Suddenly, the mushroom head in my hand twitched; I knew I was finally free. The big guy really released my ravaged breasts, grabbed my hair, and pressed me down. Before my mouth could even reach it, the urethral opening on his glans closed a few times before suddenly spurting out a beam of white light, hitting my face heavily. The semen flowed from my bangs to the tip of my nose; the second and third streams accurately entered my mouth, smearing my tongue and throat. I instinctively arched my body to a 70-degree angle. Holding the still trembling glans in my mouth, under the tutelage of my son's massive cock, I had mastered how to use my tongue when my mouth was stretched to its limit and filled to the brim. Although the big guy's cock was thicker, I quickly adapted to the new limit. Perhaps because of the exercise, his semen had a very strong sperm smell, and it was exceptionally concentrated. His glans was really big; no wonder there was so much semen. I could almost stick the tip of my tongue inside. The big guy probably wanted me to do this, and he stroked my back with satisfaction. I also liked the feeling of his rough, large hands caressing me, but such moments were too rare.

The blond-haired and prematurely gray-haired men, who had always felt neglected, dragged me off the big guy's cock. "Slut, now it's time to let us have some fun." It seemed that today's events were far from over. I was truly frightened by these crazy brats. "Everything on a slave's body belongs to the master. Please do with it as you see fit." I hoped that the neglect earlier hadn't driven them too crazy. The scene earlier had probably also greatly stimulated them, as they didn't make things too difficult for me. One of them fucked my mouth, and the other fucked my cunt. The one doing the mouth-sucking was blond. His penis was thin, very white, with very little hair, but long—longer than my son's, and when it was hard, it was like an iron bar. Because it wasn't too thick, although it wasn't very comfortable being stuck in my throat, it was still better than the feeling of being choked by my son's or a big guy's penis, so I obediently let him pull it in and out of my mouth at will. The young man with the white hair truly lived up to his reputation as a sex expert. Although his penis wasn't as large as his son's or the big guy's, it was still a masterpiece. Its thickness and length were perfectly suited to my vagina. He probably discovered that my vagina was shallow and I orgasmed easily, and he quickly found the secret to fucking me. He didn't insert his penis all the way into my vagina, but only to the cervix each time. Every time I wanted to meet his thrusts into my uterus and bring me to orgasm, he would gently withdraw, rubbing against my cervix like that. It was so itchy that I almost wanted to stick my hand in and scratch it. Until the blond guy ejaculated in my mouth, I didn't get to taste what his semen tasted like, which was a bit of a regret, because he ejaculated with his penis inserted into my throat, directly into my stomach. It was as if my mouth was a free tunnel, going in and out without even paying me a toll.

At this point, the young man with the white hair began to really fuck my cunt hard, breaking through the cervix each time. Before ten thrusts were up, I felt myself about to orgasm. This time it felt even better than last time. I really have to thank the young man with the white hair for fucking me so well. Just as I was about to let my egg and the prematurely gray-haired man's sperm meet in my uterus, the prematurely gray-haired man suddenly pulled his penis out of my vagina and forcefully pressed my head down. I was almost headfirst, toes touching the ground, my body completely folded over, my wet, throbbing vagina facing the car roof. Just as I was feeling completely bewildered, my long-silent son suddenly pulled a toothbrush from his pocket and forcefully pressed the bristle end into my writhing anus. A little of the fat man's semen was also squeezed out of my anus. The sudden stimulation of the toothbrush caused my rectum to contract violently, causing my entire vagina and uterus to contract and rub together. Splat! A spray of water gushed out of my vagina, and I finally experienced the orgasm I had been waiting for. Since it was late spring, the vent on the car roof was already open, and my vaginal fluid actually sprayed out dramatically from the vent. You should know that my pussy was almost 1.5 meters away from the vent. But if someone outside the car saw it, it would definitely be a spectacular sight, because it looked a bit like a whale spouting water. However, the difference is that whales spout water to breathe, while I spout water because of lust.

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