The most special Mother's Day "gift"

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Ye Weian remembers the year his father passed away very clearly. He was only five years old that year. At the funeral, he vividly recalled his mother's heartbroken expression. In his innocent mind, Weian fully understood that from then on, only his mother and he remained in the Ye family.

Because his father left behind a huge life insurance payout, coupled with their already considerable wealth, the Ye family's finances were never a problem. Weian's mother, He Qiaoyuan, had married Weian's father at a young age, gave birth to Weian at twenty, and was only twenty-five when her husband died. After her husband's death, thanks to their vast fortune, Qiaoyuan didn't have to worry about making a living. The Ye family owned a lot of land, and the rent alone was enough to cover their daily expenses, so their wealth continued to grow.

To pass the time and alleviate the grief of losing her husband, Qiaoyuan enrolled in many courses, such as aerobics, flower arranging, swimming, and French, keeping herself extremely busy so she wouldn't have time to think about him and thus wouldn't constantly miss him.

Besides these, Qiaoyuan devoted all her remaining energy to raising her son. She took on the roles of father and mother without spoiling Weian; she was both a strict father and a loving mother, and to Weian, Qiaoyuan was irreplaceable. When he studied, his mother would sit with him; when he was sick, she would care for him tirelessly. Weian remembered that as a child, he was terrified of thunder and wind. Every time there was thunder, he was too scared to sleep alone and needed Qiaoyuan to hold him and protect him. The fragrance of his mother's body and her full breasts when she held him tightly made him feel safe.

Ten years passed in this way. Qiaoyuan is now thirty-five years old, and her son, Weian, is fifteen, tall and strong, increasingly resembling his deceased father. In Weian's eyes, Qiaoyuan is perfect. Noble and beautiful, poised and elegant, with a slender figure, a delicate waist, full and high breasts, and rounded, firm hips, coupled with long, flowing hair reaching her waist—her charm even captivates her son, Weian. But for some reason, although Qiaoyuan has no shortage of admirers, she always keeps her distance from men. Since her husband's death, she has completely closed her heart, and the only man by her side is Weian.

If that incident hadn't happened, perhaps Weian would have remained a guy with a mild Oedipus complex for the rest of his life?

That day was a week before Mother's Day. Weian wasn't feeling well, so he didn't go to school. Qiaoyuan went to her dance class, and the house was empty.

Weian felt a headache coming on. He remembered there should be headache medicine on his mother's dressing table, so he went to his mother's room to find it.

He accidentally bumped his elbow, knocking over the photo frame on the dressing table. Luckily, the glass didn't shatter, but it broke apart, and the photos inside fell out.

"Huh?" Wei'an saw something fall out of the photo frame and quickly picked it up.

The original photo was a picture of his father and mother from years ago, but unexpectedly, after the photo frame broke apart, there were several other photos inside. When Wei'an saw the images in the photos, his heart seemed to stop for a moment.

Several photos showed a young woman, tragically bound and tortured. The pitiful girl was bound like a rice dumpling with rope, her vulva completely photographed. She was clamped by clothespins and had a huge dildo inserted into her. Facing the camera, a gag was stuffed in her mouth, her expression a mixture of pleasure and pain, a dazed and tormented look. Any man would be aroused by this. Several photos showed different scenes: some of her being enemasted, some whipped, some dripped with wax, some of her being abused by men—scenes of all kinds.

What shocked Wei'an most was that the woman in the photos was his mother, He Qiaoyuan! And the man abusing her was his father.

Wei'an flipped the photos over and saw words that read: "Bitch He Qiaoyuan swears to forever obey her master." His mother's signature was also below.

Wei'an's mind was a complete mess. His mother's pristine image seemed to shatter in an instant. The mother he knew was a noble and elegant woman, certainly not a masochist. Suddenly seeing her hidden side in the shadows struck him like a bolt of lightning; he couldn't think straight, just staring blankly at the photos. His headache worsened, feeling like his head was about to explode, but he couldn't care less about the damned pain now.

Wei'an's lower body was already erect. Looking at the photos of his abused mother, something deep within him seemed to be surging forth.

"Is that so?... Well then, I'll grant your wish, Mom. I'll give you what you've longed for most on Mother's Day..." His eyes gleamed with an eerie light as Wei'an muttered to himself. Suddenly, a smile appeared on his face, as if he had made a momentous decision. He quickly tidied up the photos, putting the photo frame back in its place, trying to make it as inconspicuous as possible. Then, he quietly walked back to his room. Yes, he had made a decision. He decided to give his mother a very special Mother's Day "gift."

In the remaining week, he drafted a plan and began preparing all the tools needed.

Soon, Mother's Day arrived.

That evening, Wei'an told Qiaoyuan that to celebrate Mother's Day, he had bought a bottle of red wine for his mother. During dinner, he found a corkscrew in the kitchen, uncorked the wine, and then secretly poured in some powdered sleeping pills.

"Mom, this is for you," Wei'an said, handing Qiaoyuan a glass of red wine.

"Thank you, won't you have some?" Qiaoyuan smiled at her son and took the glass.

"No, I'm still a minor, soda is fine." Weian poured himself a glass of soda, raised it to his mother, and said, "Mom, Happy Mother's Day."

"Thank you, cheers." Qiaoyuan smiled, raised her glass of red wine, and clinked glasses with her son.

The dinner was very pleasant, and Weian kept urging her to drink, so Qiaoyuan unknowingly drank more than half a bottle. Not long after dinner, the two sat in the living room watching TV.

"Weian, I think I'm a little sleepy, I'm going to sleep first, don't stay up too late." Qiaoyuan thought she couldn't hold her liquor and felt a wave of drowsiness, so she went back to her room to sleep. "I know, tomorrow is a holiday, it's okay to sleep a little late." Weian sneered inwardly, knowing that the drug had begun to take effect.

Wei'an waited for half an hour, then quietly entered his mother's room. After confirming that Qiaoyuan was fast asleep, he covered her eyes with a black eye mask, picked her up from the bed, stripped her of all her clothes, and placed her on a chair. Qiaoyuan lay face down on the chair, her stomach touching the seat, her limbs bound to the chair's four legs, sleeping like a female dog.

Wei'an's wanton gaze lingered on his mother's genitals, admiring what he had never had the chance to see before.

He knew the sleeping pills he had given her weren't strong enough, and Qiaoyuan would definitely wake up soon, so he needed to prepare everything in advance.

"Mom... the show is about to begin." Wei'an looked at Qiaoyuan's alluring body and smiled coldly. He first fixed a camera on a tripod, pointing the lens at his mother, and then applied some mild aphrodisiac ointment to Qiaoyuan's vulva and anus. As Wei'an applied the ointment, he couldn't help but gently rub Qiaoyuan's erogenous zones. Her anus suddenly twitched, startling Wei'an into thinking she was about to wake up.

Wei'an put on a voice-changing mask, which was originally a children's toy voice changer. He attached it to the mask to prevent his mother from recognizing his voice. With

everything ready, Wei'an prepared to wake his mother. Originally, he could have violated her while she was unconscious, but Wei'an felt that not hearing his mother's pleas and struggles, not seeing her cries of "bitch" as she turned into a female dog, would always leave something to be desired.

He pressed the record button on the camera, went to his mother, and lightly slapped Qiaoyuan's face. He then wiped her face with a damp towel, and soon Qiaoyuan began to regain consciousness.

Upon waking, Qiaoyuan found herself in what felt like a nightmare; everything was dark, her limbs were bound, and she was completely immobile.

"What...what's going on?" Qiaoyuan's mind was still foggy, and she thought it was a nightmare.

"Hehehe...Madam, this is your ritual to become a sex slave again." Through the voice changer, Wei'an's voice sounded extremely strange, but the jarring, distorted tone was even more terrifying to Qiaoyuan.

"Who...who are you? Where am I?" Qiaoyuan's voice trembled, as if she were terrified.

It's understandable; waking up to find herself bound, surrounded by darkness, and feeling the touch of her body revealing that all her clothes had been removed, with a strange, unfamiliar voice in her ears—it would be truly strange if a woman weren't afraid in this situation.

"Me? I will become your master, replacing your dead husband..." Wei'an said coldly, but his tone couldn't hide the excitement in his voice. He was close to success! Soon, he could turn his mother into a sex slave and train her to his heart's content...

"..." Qiaoyuan's heart skipped a beat, filled with great fear. She had already found it strange when she heard the man say "become a sex slave again," and now that he was speaking, it was clear that he knew about her past. Why would someone know the secret between her and her deceased husband? Who exactly was "he"? The thought that a stranger knew about her past of being trained made her face flush.

"You... how do you know? Who are you?" Qiaoyuan struggled, her body shaking, but she was firmly bound to the chair and couldn't break free.

"Who am I? You'll know when you're completely my slave. Now, I'll play with your body, let your body, which has waited for ten years, burn brightly! Soon, you'll become a lewd widow, He Qiaoyuan..." Wei'an laughed loudly, one hand kneading his mother's breasts, the other reaching for her lower body, stimulating her erogenous zones. Qiaoyuan was

lying face down on the chair, tightly bound, unable to escape Wei'an's manipulation. In the chaos, she was gradually drawn out her masochistic potential, which had been dormant for ten years. She didn't know she had been drugged with aphrodisiacs. Qiaoyuan only felt a heat in her lower body. Being played with by a stranger, each touch was like an electric current stimulating her central nervous system, bringing her unparalleled pleasure.

"Ugh...no, don't touch me...ah..." Darkness surrounded her. In her complete helplessness and confusion, her body was particularly sensitive. Combined with the effects of the aphrodisiac, Qiaoyuan was quickly overwhelmed by lust. Perhaps it was because Wei'an's father had trained her too well? Or perhaps, Qiaoyuan's masochistic tendencies were too strong?

"So wet already? What a bitch... Now let me have some fun." Wei'an took off his clothes, held his crotch with his hands, walked behind his mother, knelt on the ground, and spread Qiaoyuan's plump, round buttocks apart, revealing the deep red below.

"You... what are you doing? No... ah... no... don't stop... no... I..." Qiaoyuan was constantly being assaulted. Although she rationally rejected the stranger's violation, her words were incoherent, a mixture of resistance and acceptance.

"Enjoy it! Bitch, your master is here to pamper you." Wei'an thrust forward hard, almost all the way down to his shaft, completely penetrating his mother.

"Wow... ah... ah..." Qiaoyuan, whether from the intense pleasure or something else, let out a startling scream as she was thrust into.

As Wei'an felt the warmth, moisture, and even tightness of his mother's body, he began to thrust forcefully, repeatedly entering and exiting the passage through which he had been born, rubbing against his mother's delicate flesh.

For a moment, the room was filled with obscene sounds: the squelching of penetration, Wei'an's heavy breathing, and Qiaoyuan's earth-shattering moans.

The thirty-five-year-old widow, after ten years of widowhood, was experiencing this new ordeal. She hadn't expected such astonishing lust; though rationally unwilling, she couldn't resist, completely surrendering to the flames of desire.

Under Wei'an's relentless assault, Qiaoyuan quickly reached her climax.

Long overdue, Qiaoyuan trembled all over, convulsing in waves, sweating profusely, uttering meaningless cries, the high-pitched tones forming the most soul-stirring moans.

"Hehehe... You came so quickly? No wonder you're a widow in your prime... But I haven't ejaculated yet! Then I'll make you come a few more times..." Wei'an watched his mother tremble beneath him, her wanton and alluring posture igniting his lust, making his erection even more ferocious. He thrust vigorously into his mother's vagina. "

No... Please... Don't... I can't... I can't take it anymore... If... if it goes on... ah... ah..." Qiaoyuan was exhausted afterwards, her bones felt like they were falling apart, but her lust hadn't subsided. Under Wei'an's constant stimulation, wave after wave, her body felt like it was being forced to stop, and she was almost fainting.

Her body was immersed in the long-lost pleasure, and in the darkness before her eyes, scenes of her past being trained flashed before her eyes: falling in love with her husband, discovering on their wedding night that he was a madman, and although she initially cried and refused, she was still brutally raped by her husband. Time and time again, under his training, her body gradually adapted to all kinds of humiliation, or perhaps her masochistic potential was slowly being discovered. Qiaoyuan increasingly enjoyed being tortured and trained, and in the end, she couldn't live without it. The methods of torture became endless: outdoor exposure, being abused by strangers, bestiality, anal training... until her husband suddenly died, and she lost her master.

From then on, Qiaoyuan's desire seemed to be extinguished by cold water, completely opposite to her former self, becoming a frigid woman, indifferent to all men... And then, now...

"Then loudly declare that you'll be my slave from now on, and I'll stop my piston-like movements. How about it?" Wei'an slowed his thrusting as he spoke to his mother. "That...that kind of thing, I can't do it!" Qiaoyuan blushed and loudly refused, "Is that so? Then I'll keep going..."

"Ugh...no..."

"So, are you going to say it or not? Say it to me once: I, He Qiaoyuan, will become the sex slave of my new master. No matter who the new master is, I will completely obey him. As long as it is the new master's order, no matter when or where, the body of this bitch He Qiaoyuan will be at the new master's disposal. What do you say? Say it to me!" Wei An forcefully thrust into Qiaoyuan's lower body, constantly threatening his mother. "Ah... I... He... Qiaoyuan, will become the sex... sex slave of my new... master. No matter who the new master is, I... I will... completely obey him... Waaah, as long as it is... the new master's order, I... no matter when or where, the body of this bitch He Qiaoyuan will be at the new master's disposal... Waaah..."

Urged by Wei An, Qiaoyuan, desperate to escape that hell, her mind overwhelmed and unable to think, naturally followed Wei An's lead and said it. But after uttering such a shameful vow, Qiaoyuan couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Very good, then you will be my slave forever." Wei An slowly withdrew himself from Qiaoyuan's lower body.

"Let's do something fun now..." Wei'an took out a nine-tailed whip, aimed it at his mother's high, protruding buttocks, and lashed it down. "Crack..." Qiaoyuan let out a long, miserable scream.

"Feels good? Now I'll ask you a question, and if you don't answer, you'll suffer." Wei'an sneered, looking at his mother who was lying on the chair like a female dog, and said, "How tall are you?" "

One... one hundred and sixty-two centimeters."

"What are your measurements?"

"89 cm, 61 cm, 91 cm."

"How old were you when you lost your virginity? Who was your partner?"

"..." Qiaoyuan bit her lower lip, remaining silent. "Speak!" Wei'an raised his hand and lashed out with a whip, striking his mother's plump, snow-white buttocks hard.

"Ah... Waaah... I... I'll tell you, please... don't hit me... My first time was... when I was sixteen, and my partner was my husband..." Qiaoyuan's buttocks were pierced by the pain, and even her most private secrets spilled out.

Wei'an was stunned, never expecting that his mother's first time had been taken by his father.

"Besides your deadbeat husband, how many other men have you slept with?"

"Waaah... I... I don't know..." Qiaoyuan cried as she spoke, whether from pain or shame.

"How could I not know? Are you itching for a beating?" Wei'an casually lashed out again, thinking to himself, "You beat me a lot when I was little, now your son's getting his revenge, Mom."

"Ah...no...Master, please, no, I...I really don't know..." Qiaoyuan cried out pitifully, desperately pleading.

Under Wei'an's whipping, Qiaoyuan spoke haltingly, finally understanding: it turned out Wei'an's father also had a hooded humiliation fetish. He would often put a hood over Qiaoyuan's head, tie her up with rope, and then find people from somewhere to rape her. She only knew there were many different opponents, distinguished by their voices; some were even middle school students, others old men, but the exact number was unclear even to Qiaoyuan herself.

Wei'an was astonished, never imagining his father was such a pervert. Perhaps his own nature was inherited from his father?

"Very well, since you're so honest, I'll give you a little reward. You can suck mine." Wei'an walked up to Qiaoyuan and shoved his penis hard into his mother's cherry-like mouth.

Qiaoyuan felt a foul-smelling, rod-like object being thrust into her mouth, making it hard for her to breathe and almost choking her.

Wei'an didn't care about his mother's life or death, and desperately thrusting into her mouth, each time going all the way in, reaching deep into Qiaoyuan's throat.

"Use your tongue more... watch your teeth. If you dare to bite me, I'll beat your ass until it's rotten, and your nude photos will be circulated all over the country... think it through!" Wei'an grabbed his mother's hair with one hand and pressed her head down with the other, enjoying the warm, moist sensation in his mother's mouth. Qiaoyuan's nimble tongue constantly stimulated Wei'an, and soon, Wei'an felt the urge to ejaculate.

Wei'an held Qiaoyuan's head tightly, not giving her a chance to struggle. At the moment of his climax, he ejaculated all his semen deep into his mother's mouth. Qiaoyuan's eyes were covered, so she couldn't see Wei'an's expression, but she felt his movements becoming faster and faster. Suddenly, her mouth trembled, and a large amount of liquid shot out. Enduring the foul smell in her mouth, she coughed wildly after Wei'an pulled out.

"You have to swallow all the semen! If you spit out even a little bit, you'll be sorry!" Wei'an scolded his mother, but the pleasure in his heart was indescribable.

He turned around and got a candle, lighting it.

"Bitch, haven't played with dripping wax in ten years, have you? Your master will make you feel good this time." Wei'an sneered, his face showing a hint of ferocity.

He placed the candle above Qiaoyuan's buttocks, then tilted the candle, letting the wax drip onto Qiaoyuan's snow-white, large buttocks.

"Ah! It hurts! It's so hot! Please! Stop!" A burning pain shot through her buttocks. Qiaoyuan, hunched over the chair, swayed back and forth, trying to avoid the wax, but bound so tightly, where could she hide? All she could hear was her usually kind and gentle mother screaming in agony.

"You? What should I call you? And why is it so hot down there? Explain yourself." Wei'an's eyes gleamed with a strange, wicked light as he watched his beloved mother being humiliated before him, finding immense pleasure in it.

"Master... Master... please... I... my buttocks are so hot... so painful... forgive me... waah... I... I'll do anything..." Qiaoyuan pleaded incessantly, unable to bear the intense pain.

"You really want to do anything? Okay, now there's a camera in front of you. Say to it: 'You, He Qiaoyuan, are a 35-year-old widow, sexually frustrated, and every night you crave someone to penetrate your vagina with a big penis. It doesn't matter which man, because you are a slutty woman.' Well? Will you say it or not? If you do, I'll stop and stop dripping wax on your ass." Wei'an slapped his mother's big buttocks hard. With a "smack," Wei'an fully felt the elasticity of his mother's buttocks. No wonder she was a woman who often did health dances; even in middle age, her body was still so strong, and the parts that should be erect did not sag at all.

When Qiaoyuan heard that there was a camera filming, she thought of her previous shameful behavior, and her face couldn't help but turn red. But under the pressure of pain, she had no choice but to submit and say it loudly to the camera, as Wei'an had instructed. After she finished, whether from pain or shame, she was covered in sweat and soaking wet.

Seeing his mother, who used to appear so noble, virtuous, gentle, and loving in front of her son, now subservient to him like a female dog, Wei'an had an almost irresistible urge to immediately rip off her blindfold and expose her to everything. But no, it wasn't the right time yet…

"Very well, then I'll take you to wash away the filth on your body." Wei'an looked at the red wax stains on his mother's buttocks, carefully untying Qiaoyuan's hands, holding them tightly to prevent her from removing her blindfold. He then bound her hands behind her back with rope, making her already large breasts appear even more prominent under the tight binding.

After untying her legs, Wei'an led his mother to the bathroom to wash Qiaoyuan's… Strangely enough, Wei'an had never understood why there were so many circular rings on the ceiling of his house, everywhere—in the living room, bedroom, bathroom… But after learning about his parents' sexual fetishes, he understood.

Above the toilet were several rings. After washing his mother's body thoroughly, Wei'an used a rope to thread through the rings in the ceiling, then tied it to the rope behind his mother's back and the back of her legs, slowly hoisting Qiaoyuan up until she was about fifty centimeters above the toilet.

"You... what do you want?" Qiaoyuan's trembling voice contained immense unease. Her current posture was like squatting in mid-air, like an athlete doing a frog jump.

"Me? I want to cleanse your intestines now, to pour enema fluid into your anus, that is, to give you an enema! Oh, right, this is such an interesting scene, we have to film it, let's bring the camera in first..." Wei'an turned and went out to get the camera.

"No! No! Please... please don't!" Qiaoyuan screamed in terror when she heard that he was going to do such an absurd and terrifying thing to her.

"It's no use, I've already made up my mind. I wonder how long you can endure it? It's quite amusing to think about...hehehe..." Wei'an quickly prepared the camera, pointed the lens at his mother, and then took out a huge enema tube, as large as the one used for horses.

Wei'an gently tickled his mother's anus with his fingers, and Qiaoyuan's body trembled violently. Her small anus clenched tightly, and countless folds twitched uncontrollably, reflecting her mother's fear and resistance.

"Let me apply some lubricant first, otherwise it will hurt there." Wei'an sneered, squeezing the lubricant onto his finger and gently applying it to Qiaoyuan's anus.

"No...no...it's...it's so dirty there..." Qiaoyuan felt her most shameful and private place being violated by a stranger's fingers. She couldn't struggle and could only accept this humiliation miserably. Her lower body felt a burning sensation. Although her anus was being played with, it felt like honey was flowing out inside, and her body felt an indescribable pleasure. The experience of being disciplined more than ten years ago was revived.

Wei'an still seemed unsatisfied. He forcefully inserted his index finger. Although his mother tried her best to tighten her anus, her son's finger was still inserted a section deep. The uncomfortable feeling of fullness filled her anus. Wei'an applied lubricant to the mucous membrane of her anus and twisted and turned his finger continuously, making his mother struggle as if she was going crazy.

"Ugh...no...don't..." Qiaoyuan endured the foreign sensation in her anus, moaning incessantly. "Madam, although you say no, no, your expression seems to be enjoying it! Stop pretending to be a virtuous widow, anyway, you've been trained by your deceased husband, you're already a slave..." Wei'an enjoyed his mother's tormented expression, while his fingers twisted incessantly.

"No...don't say anymore...please..." Tears seeped from under Qiaoyuan's blindfold. Being played with in her anus by a stranger, exposing her most shameful part in front of a stranger, this humiliation almost drove her mad.

"Very good, that's enough, now let's do an enema! This time, let's start with 500cc..." Wei'an completely ignored his mother's pleas, pulled out his fingers, and then took the enema syringe, filling it with enema fluid. Then, slowly, he inserted the nozzle of the enema syringe into his mother's anus.

"Ah...it's so cold...no...please...let me go..." Qiaoyuan felt something cold being inserted into her anus, a stream of icy liquid slowly flowing into the depths of her rectum. As Wei'an pressed down the enema plug, a large amount of enema fluid surged into her mother's rectum.

"It hurts so much...ooh...I'm going to die...help...help me..." Qiaoyuan felt the cold liquid being slowly pushed and poured into her most shameful place. Wei'an was leisurely and not in a hurry; finishing the enema too quickly wouldn't be fun. Watching his mother's pain and struggle, he felt even more satisfied.

His mother's body hung in the air, enduring the pain of the enema, constantly twisting and struggling, like a small animal caught in a trap, looking indescribably alluring. Wei'an carefully admired her, and the camera clearly captured this extremely bizarre scene in the bathroom.

Soon, the icy enema fluid was completely swallowed by his mother's anus.

Wei'an immediately took out a rectal plug and inserted it into his mother's anus, preventing her from defecating no matter how much she wanted to.

"Ugh... What is this? What did you do? It's so cold... My intestines... My intestines are going to burst..." Qiaoyuan's stomach was noticeably swollen, her abdomen bulging.

She felt something being inserted into her anus and cried out in fright.

"This is a rectal plug. If it's not removed, you absolutely cannot defecate, so you can rest assured! I won't remove it without your consent, so you won't embarrass yourself in front of me..." Wei'an mocked his mother with a sarcastic tone. "Ugh... Please... Let me go..." Qiaoyuan's stomach rumbled, and a huge urge to defecate began to assault her. In the pain, her reason was gradually eroded.

"It's... It's going to break... I'll die... Help me..." Qiaoyuan was dominated by the intense pain and even began to speak incoherently.

Wei'an smiled and said to his mother, "What's wrong? You should tell me what you want to do! How can I know if you don't tell me?"

Qiaoyuan bit her lower lip tightly, her body twisting and turning, desperately trying to hold back, refusing to utter those shameful words.

However, as time passed, the intense urge to defecate almost completely overwhelmed her rationality. She broke out in a cold sweat, her body in a state of extreme tension, even her toes curled towards her feet, her knuckles turning white.

"Please... Master... let me... let me... defecate..." Qiaoyuan finally couldn't hold back anymore, crying and begging Wei'an to remove the anal plug.

"Hehehe... No problem, but let me have my fun first, and I'll release you when I'm satisfied." Wei'an walked up to Qiaoyuan, positioned her hanging in mid-air, and pulled her closer like a swing. Qiaoyuan was tied directly above the toilet, the height perfectly aligned with Wei'an's, her lower body facing his crotch. As long as Wei'an held his mother's buttocks, he could penetrate her.

Wei'an touched her and found that she was already aroused, so he held himself up and thrust into her.

"Ah!" Qiaoyuan was holding back her urge to defecate when she was suddenly invaded again, the intense pleasure causing her to scream. With each powerful thrust from her son, mixed with the pain of not being able to defecate, the pain and pleasure simultaneously stimulated Qiaoyuan's senses, making her easily reach orgasm again.

Watching his kind mother, beneath him, screaming wildly with excitement, saliva dripping from her mouth, Wei'an felt a strange sense of conquest and satisfaction. His lower body seemed to swell even more, and he tormented his mother's delicate body even more vigorously. His hands rubbed Qiaoyuan's large buttocks, sometimes deliberately not holding them, letting her swing back and forth in the air like a swing, following Wei'an's piston-like movements. With his free hands, Wei'an desperately squeezed his mother's vagina. Her large, already swollen and protruding under the ropes, became even more red and erect after the constant rubbing. Anyone could see that Qiaoyuan was lost in excitement.

Under these circumstances, Wei'an couldn't maintain the piston-like movements for long and soon ejaculated into his mother's uterus.

After Wei'an pulled out, panting, Qiaoyuan immediately begged in a tearful voice, hoping her master would let her relieve herself properly. She couldn't hold back anymore; she would do anything, as long as the anal plug was removed first.

Seeing his mother's vagina wide open, red and swollen, with a continuous flow of white fluid, Wei'an seemed satisfied and granted his mother's request.

"Finally, I'll see Mom's most shameful side..." The enema fluid churned wildly inside Qiaoyuan's intestines, making gurgling sounds. The intestinal walls were intensely stimulated, as could be seen from her mother's gritting teeth and pained expression.

"Faster...faster..." Qiaoyuan cried out in pain and helplessness, her long legs bound tightly, yet still trembling violently. Her swollen lower abdomen rose and fell with her breath. Clearly, the pressure inside her anus was increasing, and her anus, plugged with the anal plug, was convulsing desperately, almost spasming.

"Very good, now I'll pull out the anal plug. Get ready to relieve yourself..." Wei'an grinned wickedly as he reached out and pulled the plug out of his mother's anus. Knowing he was about to witness his mother's most painful and shameful moment, Wei'an's body felt strangely hot. His gaze was fixed on his mother's anus, observing with curiosity how this once beautiful and elegant lady was now humiliated by defecating in front of others.

"Ah...ya...ya...waa...ah..." As soon as the plug was pulled, Qiaoyuan's body writhed and struggled like a snake, her large, white buttocks and firm, round buttocks swaying from side to side. Her face suddenly turned deathly pale, and she screamed wildly.

Wei'an knew that his mother had reached her limit.

"Waa...don't look at me!" As she cried out, Qiaoyuan's body suddenly relaxed, the violent shaking stopped, and her anus opened wide with a snap. Instantly, it felt as if her mother's anus was about to burst, and the enema fluid gushed out like a stampede of horses, the intense sound of water echoing throughout the bathroom.

"That's amazing..." Wei'an sighed as he watched his beautiful and elegant mother in her most humiliating moment.

The enema fluid gushed onto the toilet bowl. The shame of defecating in front of others caused Qiaoyuan to wail incessantly, her head shaking wildly from side to side. Liquid continued to drain from her anus, easing the pressure on her body, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop the excretion.

With each spurt, semi-dissolved solids began to emerge from between her full buttocks, soft stool continuously spilling onto the toilet, filling the bathroom with a stench.

"Such a beautiful widow, and her poop smells so bad? Unbelievable… hahaha…" Watching his frenzied mother, Wei'an was unusually excited, his emotions burning with a sense of depravity and guilt.

"Waaah… no… don't look at me… ah… spare me…" As if denying something, Qiaoyuan shook her head repeatedly, but the dazed and distressed expression on her face was strikingly similar to Shi's.

Having crossed the line of shame, Qiaoyuan was utterly powerless after defecating, only able to gasp for breath, awaiting her son's fate. After flushing away the excrement, Wei'an untied his mother, but kept her hands bound behind her back. He rinsed her anus with water and then carefully cleaned it with his fingers. During this time, Qiaoyuan silently let her son clean her anus, occasionally letting out soft, alluring moans.

After cleaning, Wei'an laid Qiaoyuan face down on the bed, tied a rope around her ankles, and spread her legs apart, almost in a split position. He then placed a pillow under her stomach, raising her waist and arching her buttocks high, completely exposing her private parts to her son's eyes.

Qiaoyuan's legs were forcibly pulled apart, a tearing pain shooting through her groin. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Because her eyes had been covered, the helplessness and fear intensified. She timidly turned her head and asked, "You...what do you want?"

"Nothing, just want to touch your anus," Wei'an said nonchalantly with a smile. "..." Qiaoyuan trembled inwardly, but remained silent, not begging for mercy. Years ago, after her husband had trained her and opened her anus, she was surprised to discover that her most intense erogenous zone was in that most shameful place. Tonight, before he had even touched that area, she had already climaxed so many times. If even that... The thought made Qiaoyuan's heart pound, and she was deeply confused by her own reaction. Why was it so intense?

Since her husband's death, she felt as if she had lost a part of herself, abnormally frigid. But tonight...was it because her opponent's voice, scent, and behavior seemed so familiar? Although they should have been strangers, in every way, Qiaoyuan was reminded of her deceased husband. Perhaps it was that sense of familiarity that reignited her passion?

Wei'an didn't give his mother any time to think. After fixing her in position, he used his hands to pry open Qiaoyuan's buttocks. The light brown chrysanthemum bud hidden between her legs touched the cold air and twitched. Wei'an didn't hold back, using his hands to steady himself, and slowly forced his way into his dear mother's anus.

"Ugh..." With a soft moan, his son invaded his mother's chrysanthemum bud.

A completely different feeling of tightness and heat, after breaking through layers of sphincter muscles, Wei'an penetrated his mother's rectum. He grabbed Qiaoyuan, who was lying on the bed, with both hands, and kept kneading and stroking her large breasts.

Qiaoyuan's body was subjected to an endless assault of pleasure. Her chrysanthemum bud felt like it was on fire, filled with a throbbing pain, but at the same time, an indescribable pleasure stimulated Qiaoyuan's mind, causing her to continuously emit moans that rose and fell.

Inside the room, the forbidden anal sex between mother and son continued unabated. The sound of the son's waist slamming against his mother's buttocks filled the space...

All night long, Wei'an relentlessly violated his mother in various ways: using clothespins to clamp her clitoris, using an anal dildo and fake madness on both sides of her, whipping Qiaoyuan until her buttocks were red and swollen, ejaculating wildly into her mouth, body, and anus, engaging in breast sex, anal sex... He indulged in playing with his thirty-five-year-old mother, as if trying to fill the ten-year void in her life, replacing her father and subjecting her to thorough training and humiliation.

In the end, Qiaoyuan herself didn't know how many times she had orgasmed, only that amidst constant screams, she finally fainted from excitement. From beginning to end, no matter what kind of training Qiaoyuan underwent, Wei'an never removed his mother's blindfold. Therefore, Qiaoyuan didn't know who her opponent was until she fainted. Looking at his sleeping mother, Wei'an smiled faintly, "Mom, isn't this Mother's Day gift nice?"

Before his mother woke up, Wei'an quickly erased all traces of training. Even if it was incredibly real, under the influence of the aphrodisiac, as long as his mother couldn't find any evidence by tomorrow, she would only think it was a "too real" dream. Perhaps she would think it was because she missed her deceased husband too much? Even seeing the whip marks on his body, his mother could only doubt the reality. How could she possibly imagine that the one on top of her, going crazy over her, was her beloved son?

At a more opportune time, he would reveal his identity, train his mother into his slave, and inherit his father's last legacy… Wei'an made up his mind, secretly vowing in his heart. He would torment his mother for a while longer! Let her recall the training she had received before revealing his identity…

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