Yoga Teacher Mom

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(1) A Change in My Life
When I signed that slave trade agreement, agreeing to send my mother away for $100,000, I knew I
would almost never see her again. The complex emotions of regret and excitement were irresistible
. And all of this stemmed from a chance encounter two years ago…
My mother's name is Liu Yurou, she is 3 years old this year, and she is a yoga teacher. Although she is nearly forty and has already
given birth, she still has a perfect figure. She has long legs, full breasts, and a
flat stomach with almost no excess fat. Although I haven't seen my mother naked since junior high school, due
to her work, she wears very little clothing when she goes to work. Every time I visit her at the gym, her
graceful figure is always on full display.
My mother was only 20 years old when she gave birth to me, and my father abandoned us when I was still an infant
. I have spent the first eighteen years of my life with my mother. Although my mother has had boyfriends,
she has never remarried for my sake.
When I was 14, my mother immigrated and brought me to the country. After settling down, I
attended a public school, while my mother continued to work as a yoga teacher at a community fitness center. Because my mother was a recognized
beauty, she always had a lot of students, whether they wanted to or not. Four years passed uneventfully, until just
two days after my first birthday, everything changed…
That day, I was buying something at a dollar store near my home. The store was crowded, with a long queue.
In front of me stood an unremarkable middle-aged man. His hair was messy, his clothes were unkempt, and he wasn't very
tall, probably in his fifties. However, he was clearly very strong, the result of regular exercise.
Because of the long queue, I was looking down at my phone
when the man started chatting with me. I'm not a talkative person, so I wanted to end the conversation quickly, but he was very talkative. I learned that
the man was Irish, had come to the country at a young age, had worked many jobs, and was now
a truck driver on a construction site.
After chatting for a while, when he learned I was from China, he suddenly became very excited and told me, "You
have the best women there."
His eyes undisguisedly revealed lust. I thought of my mother, but
suddenly had a strange feeling.
The chat ended because I had finished queuing, and he cheerfully said goodbye. I stared at him blankly, and suddenly
an image of him and my mother together in a lewd manner flashed into my mind. I quickly shook my head, removing these inappropriate thoughts from
my mind, and didn't think about it again for the next few days.
But fate is such a coincidence; soon I met that man again. A few days later, I went to
the gym where my mother worked to visit her. As I passed the barbell area near the yoga studio, someone tapped me on the shoulder
. Turning around, I saw the middle-aged man smiling at me. "Long time no see," he said cheerfully.
He was wearing a black vest, and as I had guessed, although not particularly handsome, he was indeed very
muscular. "What are you doing here?" he asked. I told him I was there to see my mother, said goodbye, and headed
towards her studio. The man, however, followed me with a smile, telling me he was going in the same direction. I had no choice
but to go with him to the yoga studio entrance.
Just then, my mother's class ended, and the students filed out, many of them
male students with expressions of lingering enjoyment, and of course, many female students as well. At that moment, a very pretty girl suddenly greeted him
. I asked curiously, "Is she your girlfriend?" He smiled with a strange expression, about to speak,
when his gaze was drawn to something. I followed her gaze and saw my mother wiping sweat from her brow as she
came out of the classroom.
She was wearing a red bikini top and black tight shorts, revealing her curvaceous figure
. The V-line on her abdomen showed her healthy physique, and her long, black hair was tied in a ponytail.
It was hard to believe she was over thirty; she looked more like a girl in her early twenties.
My mother saw me and walked over, standing next to the man. Although he hadn't asked me to introduce my mother to
him, and I disliked this man and didn't want my mother to meet him, I suddenly felt a strange urge
and said to him, "This is my mother, Angela, and this is…" I suddenly realized I didn't know
the man's name.
"Jack. It's nice to meet you," he said, then looked at me with an
expression of realization, and extended his hand to my mother. My mother looked surprised at first, then politely shook his hand.
"You're his mother? That's unbelievable. You must have had him when you were very young. You're really
beautiful," he said. My mother exchanged a few polite words and then led me away.
Although I could see Jack's undisguised lustful gaze towards my mother, he didn't make
any further moves. Instead, he turned to the blonde beauty and said coldly, "Let's go, little
bitch." The beauty replied respectfully, "Yes, sir."
On the way home, my mother asked me how I knew such a rude person. I didn't answer because I found
that some feelings I had removed had returned...
(To be continued)
(2) Backstreet Bar
Two weeks had passed since I met Jack for the second time, and I hadn't seen him anywhere else. That
weekend, I went to the gym where my mother worked to find her. Before going to her class, I looked around
, wondering what I was hoping for.
Suddenly I saw Jack again, and I realized he was looking at me too, with an
expression that said he knew me very well. I quickly avoided his gaze and walked towards my mother's classroom, but he followed me leisurely and
whispered to me, "If I'm not mistaken, you're the kind of person I imagine. I never judge people by their appearance..."
"If you've missed someone, and if you want anyone to receive my education,
find me at the backstreet bar at 8 PM." Before I could reply, he was already gone.
Although his words were tactful, I clearly understood his meaning: he wanted my mother. This
was utterly humiliating! This man was insane! What did he take me for? A pervert? A complete idiot!
Even as I thought this, a strange sense of excitement suddenly swept through my body. Without thinking too
much, I went home with my mother.
My mother only had classes in the morning, so we stayed home all afternoon. I lay in my bedroom, tossing and turning
, this strange excitement constantly bothering me. Images of Jack and my mother
rolling around in bed, their bodies intertwined, even images of my mother tied up and being abused by Jack kept replaying in my mind. Was I really
hoping for those things? How could I possibly be that kind of person!
At seven o'clock, after dinner, I left home absentmindedly. I told my mother I was going to see a
classmate, and I don't know why I made up this excuse to wander off. Before I knew it, I was at
the entrance of a backstreet bar. For the hour before eight, I had been pacing restlessly in front of the bar, telling
myself I wasn't like this, yet I was hopelessly excited.
I looked up and suddenly saw Jack smiling at me at the bar entrance. "Come on, kid
," he said. My conflicted feelings suddenly disappeared, replaced by excitement and nervousness. I slowly followed him into
the bar. Although I was too old for this kind of place, Jack and the black security guard exchanged
a few words, and then he led me in smoothly.
It was a very ordinary bar, with a bustling crowd, people acting wildly and recklessly. I
really didn't understand why Jack had brought me to this place. We found a table in a corner and sat down.
Jack ordered two beers and started drinking by himself. I was so nervous that I just sat across from
him, staring blankly, wondering what he was up to.
Then, Jack leaned closer and whispered to me, "You want me to sleep with your mother, right?"
I was completely taken aback by his directness. He, however, seemed unfazed. He took a sip of his beer and
said slowly, "It's okay. I've seen plenty of people like you, enjoying watching their loved ones being humiliated.
I've seen men sell their girlfriends and wives, but selling your mother is rare. After all, she's in her thirties or forties;
there aren't many women as seductive as your mother."
I listened silently, unable to reply. I learned that he was a well-known BDSM therapist in B City, with
most of his clients being women with masochistic tendencies. Of course, there were also quite a few who enjoyed cuckolding their mothers or wives. After
all, this is a shady profession, so most of their activities are kept secret.
"Don't rush into a decision, just follow me," he said. He led me into the bar's kitchen, and from there
into the storage room. I discovered a very hidden door behind this storage room. He opened the door, and waiting for me
was a long staircase leading underground.
After going down the stairs and opening the basement door, my jaw dropped. The basement was enormous,
filled with all sorts of things I'd only ever seen in action movies: steel cables, handcuffs, a rocking horse,
an enema kit, and so on. There were several cameras pointing at different spots, and a large cage, though
it was empty.
Jack walked to the far end of the room, where there was a bookshelf filled with DVDs, photo albums, and
numerous videotapes; it seemed he'd been in this business for a long time. I casually flipped through the photo album there. It contained
pictures of women from various countries, being trained in all sorts of ways—many of which I'd never even seen in adult films
. We went out the back door and found ourselves in the grove behind the bar. He looked
at me with a grin, and I realized I hadn't said a word since I entered the bar!
"How's it going?" he asked with a smile. It was dark and deserted. My face flushed
red, and after a long pause, I managed to stammer, "But I don't have much money..." He said, "That's not a problem.
I've wanted to sleep with that bitch for ages." Hearing him use such vulgar language to describe my mother actually excited me
.
"However..." he interrupted me, "You have to help me with this. A woman like that
isn't something you can get in a day or two. I'll cover all the expenses; you just need to make things convenient for me, but
you can't back out." I nodded.
"Then, I need to know about your family situation first," he said. So I
told him all about my history with my mother. "It's been so long since I've had a boyfriend. It seems like this woman will be easier to get than I thought
!" Jack said, "Then, you can go home now. I'll text you if I need any instructions."
I went home, knowing that everything would be different from before. My mother was busy with this and that,
unaware of anything.
(To be continued)
(3) The plan begins
During my last meeting with Jack, we exchanged contact information. In the following weeks, we
often discussed Jack's methods. Jack was very experienced in this area, and his methods, both legal and illegal,
surprised and excited me. Because I initially strongly insisted that Jack try his
best not to harm my mother, Jack relented, and the plan was quickly finalized. We decided
to begin the operation the following Saturday.
Jack wanted to learn about some of my mother's private habits, such as what kind of underwear she wore, while I wanted to
observe her actions further. Therefore, we decided to install hidden cameras and recording devices in our home.
That Saturday, my mother left home early to go to work at the gym, while I had the day off
. Shortly after my mother left, Jack brought several people to my house and
installed more than a dozen cameras in various corners of my mother's bedroom, bathroom, living room, and balcony. Unless you checked very, very carefully...
There was no way to detect it, so they hid the miniature recorders in several decorations in the house that Mom never used
. Finally, they installed software on my and his phones and computer so we could
monitor everything happening in the room from elsewhere without being detected.
Before leaving, Jack told me, "Just wait and see how I'll blast your mom!" And I couldn't wait for
the show to begin.
In the following days, Jack didn't contact me. I would occasionally look at the cameras, and
the images inside shocked me. The images were incredibly clear, indicating that the equipment was very high-end, which made me
very suspicious of how Jack got so much money to buy such equipment.
On the other hand, I, who hadn't seen my mother naked since I was old enough to understand, saw her beautiful
body again, her D-cup breasts swaying, and the perfect curves of the yoga instructor's body would often appear in my eyes. But
what I found unbelievable was that my mother would often practice naked at home, and even occasionally masturbate when she was lonely
. I had always thought that my pure and innocent mother would never do such shameless things.
A week after installing the camera, I finally received a call from Jack. I tried desperately to hide my
excitement, but I couldn't hide it from Jack's sharp eyes. "Your mother is perfect to be my bitch
," Jack said confidently. "She's a whore, but she doesn't even know it!
We can continue. It's much easier than I thought. Just fuck her three or four times and she'll willingly
become my dog." He continued, "Next, just do as I say."
In the following days, I started going to the gym where my mother worked frequently, but not to see my mother
, but to see Jack, because he was my "fitness instructor." Because I was frail and sickly from childhood and
didn't exercise regularly, my gentle mother would say a few words to me but then let it go. Now, seeing me start
exercising on my own initiative makes her very happy. Even though she has absolutely no liking for the unattractive Jack, seeing that
I'm sticking to my exercise routine, she's made concessions and has even started greeting Jack.
Even though she doesn't like Jack, she doesn't object to us exercising together, and she's starting to slowly descend into
the abyss of despair.
I usually arrive at the gym halfway through my mother's last evening class. This means my mother
has to sit and wait next to Jack and me for over half an hour after class. By then, there are usually only a few people left at the gym
, and my mother has nothing to do but watch us before we go home.
Jack started making small talk with my mom while I was exercising, and out of politeness, she
could only reply with a few words. Gradually, she started to talk to Jack more naturally.
Several weeks passed by in the blink of an eye, and on a Wednesday evening after the fourth week, the
moment I had been waiting for finally arrived: Jack finally started making advances towards my mom.
I was still jogging on the treadmill in front of me, and in the mirror opposite, I saw Jack sitting next to my mom
. "Angela, what happened to your shoulder?" Jack asked, feigning concern.
"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that there have been a lot of yoga students lately, so I'm a little tired," my mom replied politely
.
"Sigh, how can you not take good care of your body? Muscles have their limits..." Then
, Jack talked to my mother about muscle training, things I didn't understand. My mother, being
knowledgeable about health, listened attentively.
Next, he went behind her and started massaging her shoulders, talking incessantly, occasionally
pointing to certain parts of her body and saying something, giving her no chance to retort. I casually remarked,
"Uncle Jack's massage is so comfortable." This made it even harder for my mother to refuse.
His index finger touched her collarbone, and she almost shivered. Jack pretended not to see
and continued massaging her shoulders, giving her no chance to refuse. My mother's expression seemed to
change from resistance to enjoyment. She seemed to be trying to control her feelings, but she couldn't resist her body's reaction,
showing that Jack's technique was indeed extraordinary.
Jack, having tasted the benefits, had his mother lie face down on the barbell bench, where his
sweat and scent still lingered. His mother, seemingly unable to resist, climbed on, letting Jack's hairy
hands roam over her back. But Jack quickly stopped, telling her that today
's workout was enough. His mother got up, her face flushed, realizing her rudeness, and made
an excuse to go to the bathroom.
I asked Jack why he didn't continue. "Your mother hasn't been with anyone in a long time, she's already burning with desire
." Jack said disdainfully, "I've aroused her desire, she won't refuse me anymore,
she's really good material to be a bitch..."
My mother quickly came out of the bathroom, and without saying goodbye to Jack, she hurriedly took me home. I
pretended not to understand anything and remained silent all the way.
(To be continued)
(4)
In the following days, Jack's offensive towards my mother did not intensify as much as I had imagined
. He steadily did what he was supposed to do, and he was not more active towards my mother during evening training than before
. He knew his own rhythm very well. For him, my mother was already his possession because he had discovered
her weakness.
Like many women with large breasts, my mother's shoulders
often ached from supporting her D-cup breasts every day, but she was unaware of this, always blaming it on something wrong with her yoga practice.
Jack, however, quickly discovered the problem.
A few days after that massage, Jack told my mother, "Angela, your shoulders sometimes
hurt because your shoulder muscles don't get enough exercise and relaxation. If you want to improve, I can help..."
"You." Mom suddenly remembered the massage that made her blush that day, and seemed to want to refuse, but she also seemed
very interested. She stared blankly at Jack, momentarily unsure whether she should accept his
"help."
Jack gave me a wink that Mom didn't notice, as I was resting and drinking water nearby. I quickly smoothed things over,
saying, "Mom, just give it a try! He's a professional, he definitely knows how you should train."
"Okay then!" Mom seemed a little reluctant, but she agreed to Jack's
request to "train" her. "What should I prepare?" she asked.
Jack didn't seem very excited, and slowly said, "Just wear your usual
gym clothes. I'll arrange it for you."
"Okay... okay!" Mom agreed.
A day later, on Saturday evening, I was doing my homework at home while my mother was washing dishes downstairs. Suddenly,
the phone rang. After answering it, she started packing her gym bag for work. A little while later, she
came to my bedroom door and said, "Mom's going out for a bit, I'll be back soon." Then she left.
While I was still wondering what was going on, my phone rang. It was Jack. "Turn your computer's
monitoring channel to channel 6, I'll let you watch something good tonight," he said lewdly. It turned out that the call
was from Jack. He told my mother that his friend owned a spa with professional equipment and massage
beds, and he hoped she could train there. Since my mother's workplace didn't have massage beds, and massages required some
privacy, she went anyway, even though she had a vague feeling something was wrong.
I opened my computer's monitoring software and switched to channel 6. Three videos appeared on the computer. One showed
a large room with gym equipment, another showed a room with a massage bed, and the camera was well hidden so no one could see
it. There were a few people working out in the gym, but far fewer than at the gym where my mother worked—
only about four or five. It seemed Jack had deliberately arranged it, because I saw
the blonde beauty who used to be with Jack. My heart jumped into my throat; I was excited, thrilled, and a little scared.
After a while, the female protagonist appeared. My mother walked into the gym, seemingly already changed. She
was still wearing the bikini workout outfit she wore to class—a light green tight-fitting top and white tight-fitting shorts.
Her curvaceous figure looked even more dazzling in the bikini, and her snow-white skin
was exposed. Jack's eyes were glued to her in the gym, but he quickly composed himself.
Soon, Jack and Mom started doing shoulder muscle training. The exercises were ordinary,
similar to those at the gym, but Jack would take every opportunity, intentionally or unintentionally, to grope Mom's body.
Sometimes he would hold Mom's slender waist to guide her through certain movements, or pinch the soft flesh of Mom's arms when she was lifting dumbbells
, and he would even seriously introduce various exercise methods to her.
What Mom didn't notice was that the few people in the gym had unknowingly disappeared,
and now there were only the two of them in the large gym. Jack's actions became increasingly bold. He would
"professionally" have Mom do certain exercises, such as spreading her legs and making her do squats, then
holding Mom's buttocks with his hands. To my surprise, this was already a very obvious act of sexual harassment, but Mom
didn't resist much.
Mom's face was red, and both of them were sweating a lot from exercising. I quickly discovered
what was going on. Jack had placed something resembling a mosquito coil in the corner of the gym, apparently with
a little bit of drug on it. Combined with my mother's submissive tendencies, she gradually let Jack's hairy
hands roam over her skin.
The workout ended quickly, and Jack said to my mother, "Angela, take a break.
Go lie down in the next room, I'll give you a massage later." Jack spoke bluntly, and my mother surprisingly
accepted, only giving a soft "Mmm," and silently went to the next room.
My mother wiped the sweat off her body with a towel and then lay down on the massage bed. I turned my gaze to the second
camera, and as I expected, there was another "mosquito coil" in the corner of that room. It looked like Jack
was about to "go on a killing spree" tonight.
A moment later, Jack came in carrying a bottle that looked like oil. He poured massage oil into his hands
and began to apply it to his mother's body. Her beautiful back, shoulders, full hips, and slender thighs were all subjected to
Jack's palms.
Jack gave his mother a back massage for about five minutes, then told her, "Turn over."
Although Jack's tone was rather impolite and seemed to have a commanding element, his mother obediently turned over
and lay down on the bed. It seemed that Jack's massage really had a magical power, making the woman so compliant.
Jack poured some more oil onto his hands and applied it to his mother's stomach. He then pulled her bikini top up a
bit. His mother quickly grabbed Jack's hands, trying to stop him, but Jack used his left hand
to hold both of her wrists and placed them above her head: "Just leave it like that, understand?" Jack
was a little stern, and his mother obediently complied. "She's a natural bitch!" Jack thought.
Jack moved his mother's bikini top up to her breasts, the bottom edge of the bikini just covering her
nipples. Then Jack pulled his mother's tight shorts down, almost to her genitals;
some pubic hair was already showing along the V-line of her lower abdomen. Mom was about to stop him, but seeing
Jack's fierce gaze, she obediently put her hands back above her head.
Jack applied oil to Mom's body and began to massage her, focusing intently on her
erogenous zones. Soon, Mom began to moan uncontrollably. After a while, Jack felt the time
was right. He lifted Mom's bikini top completely, revealing her breasts. Jack tied the bikini
top to Mom's hands and began to knead her breasts.
"Ah...ah...Jack, no...ah..." came the incessant moans. Jack pinched and
rubbed his mother's nipples, making her face even redder, and her moans grew louder. Jack went
a step further, pulling down his mother's tight shorts and placing his hand on her private parts, which
were already overflowing with fluid.
"Enjoying it?" Jack asked humiliatingly. "Ah, not there...don't do this...ah..."
Although his mother wanted to refuse, she couldn't deceive her body .
Jack inserted his index finger into his mother's vagina and began thrusting, the frequency increasing. "Open your legs
," Jack commanded. His mother obediently opened her legs, making it easier for Jack's hand to violate
her private parts. Before long, his mother experienced her umpteenth orgasm of the night.
Jack didn't take any further action against Mom that night because he wasn't in a hurry.
Mom's true nature had already been exposed, and he didn't care about the immediate consequences. He knew that Mom was already his
, and there was no way she could escape.
When Mom returned home looking disheveled, I didn't go to her room to greet her. I
told her to rest well, because there would be more to come.
(To be continued)
(5)
In the following weeks, Jack didn't bother Mom again. Perhaps it was true, as he said
, that my beautiful mother was already his.
As for Mom, although she didn't seem to have changed much on the surface, it was still noticeable.
One was that her previous lewd actions seemed to have aroused her desire even more. On the monitor, it could be seen that she masturbated
more frequently, almost once a day for the past two weeks. Another was that she always
had that fearful yet expectant expression when she went to work at the gym. However, Jack didn't show up for several weeks
. I don't know if Mom felt relieved or disappointed.
Just when Mom thought her life was back on track, that man reappeared. Clearly,
Jack knew exactly when he should come back.
I still can't forget the day Mom saw Jack smiling and greeting her at the gym
. That evening, Mom, as usual, finished her yoga class at 9:30 and was about to pick me up from my workout
. Just as she was about to greet me, she spotted Jack standing next to me. Mom was clearly
stunned; she stared blankly at Jack, who was leering at her, completely at a loss.
Jack, however, remained relaxed, smiling as he asked, "What, you've forgotten me after just a few days,
Miss Liu?" My mother, unsure what to say, paused for a moment before reacting. To avoid arousing my
suspicion, she forced a smile and said, "No, no," exchanging a few pleasantries as if we were just ordinary
friends.
But my mother's face betrayed her emotions. First, she turned deathly pale, then flushed with a shy blush.
Her bikini yoga outfit, still on, revealed beads of sweat seeping from her fair skin,
trickling down her perfect figure to the floor. Of course, the cunning Jack observed all of this
. He knew he had reignited the desire in this beautiful woman.
Naturally, he wasn't going to leave empty-handed; he planned to further "train" my mother. Although Mom was
reluctant to talk to Jack, he chatted on and on until
10 p.m., half an hour before the gym closed.
At that moment, a staff member came over and tossed a bunch of keys to Jack: "Jack, I
have to go now. Remember to lock the door later." So he'd even taken care of the staff? I couldn't
help but admire Jack's "good intentions." Mom, however, grew increasingly uneasy. She knew Jack
would definitely try to harm her again. She hated and loathed Jack, but she abhorred the desire she harbored for him
deep within her even more.
Jack picked up the keys and said to his mother, "By the way, I've only ever heard of hot yoga
classes before. What's it like inside?" Before his mother could reply, he stood up and said, "Take me to
see it, and while you're at it, open the door to your storage room." As he spoke, he waved the keys in his hand.
Only then did his mother realize that she was still wearing that sports bikini and hadn't changed back into her usual clothes.
His mother was at a loss again; it was clear that her reason was engaged in a fierce battle with her desire. Just then,
Jack whispered in my mother's ear, "What's wrong? Are you being naughty? Should I give
you another talking to?" The effect was immediate. My mother stood up and said, "Mom's
going to change first. You wait here, I'll be back in a bit." Jack added, "I'll be
back in about half an hour." Although it was clearly a flirtatious remark, I pretended not to notice, which relieved my mother.
Then she and Jack got up and left.
I went straight to the bathroom stall, locked the door, took out my phone, put on my earphones, and tuned my phone
to the channel Jack and I had agreed on beforehand. The show was about to begin.
I forgot to mention, this fitness center is huge, with three floors. Mom's yoga studio is on the second floor, divided into regular yoga and hot yoga studios, as well as other dance and aerobics studios. The first floor has exercise equipment
and a swimming pool, and the basement has basketball courts, badminton courts, and so on.
Since the yoga studio is on the second floor, and the day's classes had already ended, the entire floor was completely empty
. Jack knew this perfectly well, and as soon as he and Mom reached the second floor, he put his arm around Mom's
slender waist. Because Mom was only wearing a bikini, his hand landed directly on her skin and began to
gently caress her. Mom, because of her desire and fear, dared not resist, letting Jack's hand
roam over her slender waist.
"This is my good girl," Jack said softly with pleasure. Mom didn't
dare to reply, but just followed Jack forward. At this point, Jack started to push his luck, and he put his hand inside...
Inside Mom's bikini bottoms, she nearly screamed in shock. "Be a good girl," Jack
said sternly, silencing her.
As they approached the yoga studio, Jack's hands grew increasingly brazen. He slipped his hand
inside her panties from behind, caressing her buttocks. Then, he moved
his hand between her legs, touching her labia, causing her to moan.
Jack, however, seemed unfazed. He urged her towards the studio while simultaneously inserting his fingers
into her clitoris, forcing her to cover her mouth to stifle her cries. Then, Jack went even further,
lifting her top and revealing her large breasts. The mother burst into tears, clutching her
chest. "Please, don't do this," she begged Jack, as if he might suddenly have a
change of heart and spare her life.
Jack pretended not to hear her pleas and ordered her softly but fiercely, "Take your hands
away, behind your back." The mother pleaded, "Please, don't." Jack commanded, "Hurry up!"
In the end, the mother obediently put her hands behind her back. Jack knew he had already tapped into
some of his mother's masochistic tendencies, so this level of command was acceptable.
They reached the yoga studio door, and the mother suddenly grabbed the door, as if holding back something.
Jack sensed that the mother had already orgasmed once; this was nothing! Jack secretly chuckled.
Mom opened the door, and they went inside. Jack casually closed and locked the door.
There wasn't a single light inside, and the blinds on the windows were closed. Because it was a hot classroom, the windows
were all sealed. There were over thirty yoga mats on the floor. Mom weakly asked Jack, "Is this
my classroom? Is it done?" Jack seemed not to hear her, continuing to violate Mom's genitals
. Mom could no longer stand and could only lean against the wall for support.
Jack's other hand began to play with Mom's breasts, molding them like clay.
Mom's moans grew more rapid, but she dared not make a sound. Jack put his mouth to Mom's ear and asked,
"What do you want me to do?" Mom didn't dare answer, only biting her lip in silence. Seeing that the time wasn't right, Jack
quickened his pace, and his mother's breathing became increasingly rapid.
Jack would occasionally ask her questions, but she initially remained silent, then began muttering
things like "I want...I want...I want...I want..." After a while, her desire finally overcame
her reason, and she said, "I want...I want your penis."
"Do you really want it?" Jack asked.
"I...I really want...it."
"If you really want it, call me Master. I don't give it to just any woman."
"M-Master, I want...I want...your...penis," his mother gasped.
"That's incredibly disrespectful to your Master. How should I say it?"
"Please...please...ah...Master...give me your penis."
Jack laughed, stopping his actions. His mother looked at him in utter astonishment. Jack
commanded, "But I'm not hard yet. Kneel down and lick me until I'm hard, then I'll give it to you." Mom obediently knelt
before Jack, trembling as she pulled down his pants, revealing his penis. Mom was
stunned; it was practically the genitals of a wild animal. She had never seen such a long penis before.
"What are you waiting for?" Jack asked impatiently. Mom quickly took Jack's penis in
her mouth and put it there. Despite the fishy and smelly taste, Mom dared not resist. Because Jack's penis was so long,
and Mom's mouth was small, the oral sex wasn't smooth; Mom could only take in about half of it.
Jack grew impatient, grabbed his mother's head, and roughly thrust inside. His mother felt like vomiting
and tried to push Jack away, but Jack commanded, "Don't touch me! Turn your back
!" His mother yielded, and Jack vigorously began to penetrate her mouth. His mother, enduring the urge to vomit
, knelt on the ground, her hands behind her back, receiving the blow.
After about ten minutes, Jack suddenly cried out, and a thick stream of semen shot into his mother's throat
. "Drink it all," Jack commanded, and his mother could only swallow the semen in her mouth.
Then, Jack gave a new command: "Take off all your clothes and kneel with your buttocks facing me." His mother removed
her bikini top, knelt on the ground, and turned her buttocks towards Jack.
"Put your face down on the ground and spread your backside open," Jack commanded again. Mom pressed her face against
the cold ground, spreading her labia with her hands, like a female dog, waiting for her first real
intercourse in years. Jack showed no mercy, offering no foreplay, and thrust into Mom's vagina without hesitation.
Mom dared not speak loudly, only supporting her body as Jack did as he pleased.
Although Jack was strong, he didn't make any excessive movements; the two
moved in a seemingly silent yet incredibly passionate manner. Mom's buttocks were gripped by Jack, enduring wave after wave of thrusts. Mom covered
her mouth, afraid to cry out, and Jack didn't want to attract attention, simply ravaging
Mom's genitals again and again.
Finally, Jack pulled out his penis again, grabbed his mother's hair, shoved it into her mouth
, and ejaculated inside her once more. His mother obediently swallowed her master's gift, having lost count of
how many orgasms she had experienced. She stared blankly at Jack, unsure what to do. Jack put on his pants
, smiled, and said to his mother, "From now on, you're my bitch. Go change your clothes."
...
That night, Jack drove my mother and me home. I thanked Jack insincerely
and ran back to my room. I don't know what Jack said to my mother, but that night, she stayed in her
room and didn't come out. I knew that Jack would be a frequent visitor there from now on.
(To be continued)
(6)
The next day, Mom took the day off and didn't go to work. She was probably still shaken by what happened yesterday, or perhaps she was
deeply disgusted with her own lewdness. Mom stayed at home all day. Perhaps for her, escape was
the best option. However, fate wouldn't let her escape so easily. That very evening, that
"fate," which was almost a foot away, found her again.
Around six o'clock, Mom was making dinner in the kitchen. I had just returned home. Mom's
meaningless escape was shattered by a series of crisp knocks on the door. Mom rushed to open the door. The couple next door
often gave Mom flyers from the community. It was probably them again!
But when Mom opened the door and saw Jack's lewd face, it was
like a bolt from the blue. It wasn't enough that he had played with her at work; he had even come to her home. The mother, retaining a shred of rationality, quickly
slammed the door shut, trying to lock Jack out. Jack simply placed his left hand lightly on the door, and
she couldn't budge it.
"What are you doing here?" the mother asked in alarm.
"Nothing much, my bathroom is broken, I wanted to borrow yours."
"Isn't there a gym?"
"Compared to the gym, your place is much closer to my apartment. What, is that not allowed?" Jack
revealed that same fierce look that always made the mother submit.
This time, the mother was more resolute. It seemed she had adjusted her mindset somewhat during the day and didn't immediately give
in. "If you keep this up, I'll call the police," the mother tried to mask her fear with a forceful tone.
Jack remained unmoved: "Should the police arrest me? Sure, who should? Old
John? No, he's having his daughter's graduation ceremony today; Tom, he's in charge of
this area today; and Anne, though her breasts aren't as big as yours, but she moans better than you
. She was moaning so loudly when I was training her last week."
Mom didn't know if he was bluffing or telling the truth, but the name Anne terrified her
, because the policewoman named Anne had once practiced yoga in her class. This remote
town seemed to be under the control of the omnipotent Jack. Mom wanted to say something, but she
couldn't utter a word.
Seeing that his threat had worked, Jack continued, "Let them arrest me. You
'll have to give a statement, right? I'll treat you well in jail; I have quite
a taste for the extreme! Or, if you let me in now, I'll give you a few more days?" My mother was almost paralyzed with fear, while
Jack opened the door and swaggered inside.
I symbolically greeted Jack in the living room and invited him to stay for dinner,
which he readily agreed to. My mother couldn't object, nor dared to, so she went back to the kitchen
to cook. Jack, of course, hadn't forgotten his excuse. He easily found my mother's bedroom
, went into the bathroom, and started showering.
Mom finished cooking and asked me to clear the table while she went back to her bedroom to change into tighter
clothes so Jack wouldn't grope her. But as soon as she entered the bedroom, a
large, wet, hairy hand dragged her into the bathroom. "Don't do this..." Mom pleaded with Jack to spare her life, but
Jack showed no mercy. He grabbed one of Mom's breasts and began to rub it through her clothes.
"Tell your son you need to use the bathroom to change. Tell him to wait five minutes," Jack commanded.
"Don't do this..." Mom pleaded, trying to break free. Suddenly, Jack tightened his grip,
squeezing Mom's right breast painfully. "Hurry up!" Jack said, and his mother could only comply: "Son, you
tidy up the table first, I'll change my clothes and then go."
"Are you satisfied now?" his mother whispered to Jack.
"This is nothing! Didn't you say you wanted to change your clothes? Change them!" Jack said with a lewd grin. His mother
was still reluctant and hesitant. "This is an order, take off your clothes, bitch!" Jack got
angry, and his mother had no choice but to take off her long house dress.
"And what should you say when I give you an order?"
"Yes, Master." His mother was almost crying.
"Who gave you permission to keep your underwear?" Jack asked, pointing at his mother's underwear.
"But..."
"But what? What did I tell you?"
"Yes, Master." Mom appeared completely naked before Jack, her beautiful curves on full display
.
"Good, don't cover yourself with your hands." Jack removed Mom's hands from her private parts, pinched
her breasts, and smiled, saying, "That's my good baby. Now change into these clothes, no bras
, let's go eat!" Jack pointed to the clothes on the washing machine.
"These clothes won't do, please..." Mom pleaded. Jack had made her change into
a miniskirt and a plain t-shirt.
"Why not? How can I be considerate of you if you're not dressed like this?" Jack said with a smile.
Mom put on the two clothes and went to the dining room with Jack, who pretended to have just taken a shower. I didn't ask many
questions, including why they came out together or why they sat so close. During dinner, Jack's
left hand was constantly under the table, while Mom looked uncomfortable, unable to eat, and trying hard to suppress her moans.
Jack's hand was probably constantly touching Mom's genitals.
Mom occasionally glared at Jack, trying to make him stop, but Jack acted as if nothing was wrong
, eating with his right hand while continuing his little actions with his left. When Mom was close to climax, Jack watched with
interest to see her expression. This was probably the most difficult dinner Mom had ever had.
After dinner, I obediently went to my room, leaving the other seats empty. Mom then left...
Jack followed behind her with a smile, saying he'd help too. I turned on the monitor in the living room and saw
Jack standing next to my mother who was washing dishes, his hand between her legs.
"Spread your legs," Jack commanded. My mother had no choice but to slowly part her legs, allowing
Jack to roam more freely. Jack's fingers showed no mercy, constantly
thrusting in and out. Sometimes, my mother even had to stop what she was doing, leaning over the sink and covering her mouth, panting softly.
Jack showed no mercy, his other hand slipping inside my mother's t-shirt, kneading her breasts,
even lifting the t-shirt up over her breasts to make it easier for his hand to move. After a while, although
they hadn't done anything tonight, I wondered how many times my mother had orgasmed.
Jack watched his mother's helpless expression with satisfaction, thinking that this was about it for today. His mother, however,
was aroused. "Are you leaving?" she asked, seemingly reluctant. "What, do you want me to fuck
you?" Jack asked cheerfully. His mother mumbled something incomprehensible at first, then
answered weakly in a voice barely audible, "Yes."
"Want what?"
"Want...want Master to fuck me."
Jack was quite satisfied with the answer, but he refused. He took out something that looked like a contract from his pocket
and placed it in front of his mother: "I'll come to see you again tomorrow. If you agree, I'll treat
you well; if you don't agree, I'll give you this chance and never come to see you again. Whether you want to go back to your boring
life or have fun with me is up to you. That's it." After Jack finished speaking, he
walked out the door without looking back, leaving his mother staring blankly at the paper...
(To be continued)
(7)
After Jack left, I didn't know what was written on that mysterious paper, but I could guess. But if it really was a slave contract, how could his mother possibly agree? That's it, this
training operation is over.
Soon Jack sent a message with a Word document attached, which was exactly
what I wanted to see. I quickly opened it, and inside were many clauses written in a long, flowing style: "
This contract acknowledges that the female dog Liu Yurou voluntarily becomes Jack's (Jack's) female dog flesh slave, accepts
Jack's (Jack's) training, considers Jack (Jack) as her sole master, and accepts the following
terms: 1. Jack (Jack 　　 ) will safeguard
the female dog's personal freedom during her free time . She must act according to Jack's demands and cannot refuse. 　　 2. The female dog's clothing and appearance will be determined by the master. She must wear the clothes designated by the master every day except during working hours 　　 . 　　 3. The master can enter and leave the female dog's room at any time, and the female dog must not disobey. 　　 4. The master can begin training at any time, and the female dog must not disobey. 　　 5. The female dog's body belongs to the master, and the master can 　　 train the female dog in any way, such as torture, piercing, tattooing, etc. 　　 6." If the female dog is to become pregnant, she must comply. 　　 7. The female dog must accept training from a third party permitted by other owners. 　　 8. The female dog is not allowed to wear any clothing other than underwear and a short skirt at home, to facilitate training, 　　 except during menstruation. 　　 9. The owner is responsible for keeping the training confidential. 　　 10. The owner may use any training tools on the female dog. 　　 11. The female dog's daily life will be subject to various degrees of restraint for training purposes. 　　 12. In non-public settings, the female dog may only address the owner as "Master," and no other terms are permitted. 　　 13. All training costs will be borne by the owner. 　　 14. Further training can be discussed later. 　　 This is a very simple contract, the kind that should be quite common in SM training, but 　　 how could a "naive" and highly self-respecting mother possibly accept such a contract! Furthermore, 　　 judging from the fact that the names of both parties are only in the first two lines of the contract, Jack didn't write it carefully at all 　　 . Instead, he simply took a contract he had used on his other slaves, modified it slightly, and used it directly. Jack himself 　　 was very confident, as if he had already anticipated that his mother would give in. 　　 "She's a typical masochist. She's been waiting for this day for a long time, she just didn't know it before 　　 . I just need to give her a little pointers, and then she can do the rest on her own. And I've left her some 　　 leeway. I promise no one will know, and she'll be happy with it. This thing looks like a contract, of course, 　　 it has no legal effect, but it's enough to bind someone." What he said made a lot of sense, but 　　 I didn't know the specifics. Since he was so confident, let's see what happens! 　　 These past few days, Mom had been restless. Unlike men, women don't enter a "post-coital bliss 　　 " state after masturbating. A woman's desires are endless, and Mom naturally couldn't control them, even 　　 after "self-comfort." Mom's desires and reason were locked in a final battle. I, on the other hand, was quite detached; whether Mom 　　 accepted or not, it was an acceptable outcome for me. 　　 Time passed quickly, and the day of the decision arrived. I had absolutely no hope because Mom 　　 wasn't dressed as stipulated in the contract. She was wearing a plain, knee-length house dress, doing whatever she was doing 　　 . Around six o'clock in the afternoon, the desperate doorbell rang. It was Jack. 　　 Despite having no hope, I still secretly peeked through the crack in the door. Jack 　　 still had his usual arrogant and lewd expression; he was quite confident, I thought to myself. Mom 　　 . Because her back was to me, I couldn't see her expression, but from the atmosphere, she seemed very nervous. 　　 Jack didn't even wait for his mother to invite him in before stepping into the apartment and closing the door behind him. 　　 "Um...I...um...I don't know how to do that kind of thing...I won't agree to it...Please leave..." Mom 　　 stammered, her head down. Before she could finish, Jack suddenly pulled open her...

Seeing her skirt, Mom was so startled she almost screamed and quickly covered it with her hands.
Jack seemed to have seen what he wanted to see and was very happy. He leaned close to Mom's ear and whispered something
, then flashed his signature lewd grin. Mom lowered her head even further: "Please, don't let anyone
know."
"Then be a good girl, or you'll regret it." Jack's lewd smile disappeared, replaced
by a condescending expression. Jack then whispered something more in Mom's ear and took
out a bag. Mom initially resisted, but took the bag and went back into the house. Jack
leaned against the door, watching Mom with interest.
At that moment, I noticed Mom was walking towards my room. I quickly hid behind my desk, pretending to be
studying diligently. Mom didn't come in. She knocked on my door and said, "Mom has something urgent to attend to and needs to
go out for a bit. I'll be back in a little while. Study hard." I wisely didn't ask any questions and simply
agreed.
Just then, I received a text from Jack: "This bitch isn't even wearing underwear, and she's acting all coy with me
. Let me tell you, she's mine now." I was stunned for a moment, speechless. Jack
didn't tell me the address of the surveillance camera or any other information. The rest of the
time was spent regretting how I had gone too far, pushing my dear mother into an abyss.
Several hours passed while I was lost in thought. Around midnight, I heard
the sound of a key turning in the lock. Mom had returned. I walked out of my room and saw my mother standing blankly in the doorway. Her hair, though
clearly styled, was still disheveled, and two of her blouse buttons were undone, revealing her snow-white
skin. I could see the marks of rope binding her full breasts, and there were also marks on her wrists from being restrained.
It was obvious that my mother had endured a hellish night, even though, in a sense, she had hoped
for this to happen.
"Where did you go?" Although I roughly knew what had happened, I still asked for
some reason. My mother was startled at first, then hurriedly explained, "Ah! A… um… friend, invited us
for drinks. She… um… broke up with her boyfriend. It's okay, go to sleep!" Then my mother didn't say anything more and went back
to her room.
I returned to my bedroom and found an email from Jack. I opened it and found it was a
website Jack had created, containing the names of more than twenty girls. Clicking on each name led to
videos and pictures; some people's faces were blurred, others weren't. I scrolled down the list and found the last
name was Angela, followed by a red "new," indicating the document was newly added.
I clicked the link and found five videos, all from tonight. The first video was a
picture with her face blurred, but I still recognized my mother's beautiful oval face. Next
to it was a description and review: "Angela, yoga instructor, measurements 7-63-7, height
171cm, married. One of the best slaves I've ever trained, extremely flexible, capable of high-difficulty
poses, a natural masochist."
I clicked on the first video; the background was familiar—the dungeon beneath the bar I'd once had the privilege of visiting
. A shapely woman, with a ponytail, was kneeling on the ground, her hands bound behind her back, giving
oral sex to a short, sleazy man. She was completely naked, a collar and chain around her neck,
the other end of which was in the hands of the lecherous man. Although only his back was visible, it
was clearly Jack, and the alluring woman was her mother who had gone out that night; even without seeing her face,
she was easily recognizable.
Jack held her mother's head down, brutally violating her lips. Her mother couldn't resist,
only silently enduring, making muffled "ooh" sounds, sometimes almost vomiting, but
Jack showed no mercy.
Finally, Jack thrust his hips forward, and a stream of white fluid entered her cherry-like mouth, some
spilling out. Jack held her head, commanding, "Swallow it all!" Her mother
had no choice but to obey, swallowing all of Jack's semen.
The first video ended there. Watching it, all my guilt vanished, replaced by excitement
. I clicked on the second one…

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