Mother brutally gang-raped by black men

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My mother was gang-raped by black men.

My parents both worked in a large state-owned factory in our hometown. My father was the factory manager, and my mother was a nurse in the infirmary. I don't know when it started, but our family became wealthy. My father was often out socializing, and my mother's clothes and jewelry became increasingly fashionable. My allowance also increased accordingly. They almost completely ignored my studies. Under such conditions, my grades plummeted like a kite with a broken string, until I couldn't even get into high school. I've been in South Africa for two years, never studying properly, spending all my time hanging out with a bunch of other international students like myself. When I ran out of money, I'd call my father for more.

Three months ago, my father suddenly said my mother was coming to South Africa and that I should find a place to live. She arrived in less than a week. My mother and I moved into an apartment near the school. She left in a hurry; it wasn't for business or tourism, and she didn't even mention going back. I guessed my father's financial problems had forced her to flee first. After arriving in South Africa, my mother stayed in the apartment all day, only going to the supermarket to buy groceries. Besides that, I could sense a significant difference: my father back in China was noticeably less generous with the money he gave me. This was very upsetting for someone used to spending lavishly. I called him several times to ask for money, but he only gave me a little, and if I pressed him, he would get angry. Therefore, I had to find other ways to earn money.

At first, I borrowed money from my younger international student friends, and they lent me money. Later, because I repeatedly failed to repay their loans, they refused to lend me any more, except for Zheng Pu. Zheng Pu was 18 years old and had arrived a year earlier than me. I never heard him mention his parents, but he always seemed to have plenty of money. In less than a month, I owed him several thousand rand, and he never mentioned paying it back. I had a vague feeling that something was wrong, that something was about to happen. But when I needed money to go to the movies, eat out, or go to a bar, I couldn't help but borrow from him. At the beginning of last month, when I borrowed money from Zheng Pu again, he was uncharacteristically slow. Instead of giving me the money immediately, he asked if I wanted to find a way to make money. I said of course I did, but what kind of way? He smiled mysteriously at me and said it was easy; you just need to do this and that, and you can make money effortlessly. I was so angry I almost fainted, but then I thought he was joking. I didn't expect Zheng Pu to be serious this time. He told me there was no room for negotiation; I either had to cooperate with him or pay him back immediately, or I'd be in big trouble. He gave me one night to think it over.

I didn't sleep a wink that night. The next day, with dark circles under my eyes, I went to Zheng Pu and agreed to his terms. What I needed to do was actually very simple. Another day passed; it was the day my mother went to the supermarket. She needed to take the bus to the supermarket, so I lied and said I was going to school and went with her. When we arrived at her usual bus stop, I saw no one waiting. A new yellow sign had been nailed to the pole with some words written on it. My mother didn't understand English, so I told her the sign said the bus stop had been temporarily moved to a nearby location due to road construction. She didn't know how to get there, so I led her through an alley behind a house to a small street, where we found a similar yellow sign nailed to a telephone pole. I told her the temporary stop was there.

Less than two minutes later, a dilapidated bus, its original color unrecognizable, pulled up. I glanced at the license plate; it was the same as we had agreed upon. My heart pounded, because I knew what it meant for my mother to get on this bus. But I didn't stop her; instead, I followed her onto the bus. There was already a driver and two passengers, both Black. As my mother boarded, she felt the driver's gaze drift towards her neckline, and at the same time, she felt a tightening in her uterus. For a moment, she felt uneasy, but she had already handed the driver her coins.

My mother and I each found a seat. Two Black passengers sat in the back of the bus, seemingly asleep. The bus was dilapidated and filthy; the floor was grimy, the seats were broken, and few windows had intact panes. It looked like the whole bus was about to fall apart when it started moving. Five minutes had passed, and we still hadn't reached our stop. My mother began to wonder, and although I knew the answer, I pretended to be. Only I knew a few words of English, so I stood up, walked to the driver, and pretended to talk to him. At that moment, the two burly Black men from the back of the bus moved to the front. As they passed my mother, one of them pretended to stumble and fell on top of her. She was terrified.

Everything happened so fast; my mother didn't have time to react. I only heard her scream. I pretended to turn around and rush to her aid, but the Black man who had fallen on my mother had already stood up. He had somehow produced a dark-looking handgun, pointed it at me, and said, "Don't move." I froze, too terrified to move. Even though I knew the gun was empty, my heart pounded. Another Black man came and handcuffed me. During this time, my mother slumped in her seat, her body trembling violently. Her breasts, below her 36C cup size, shook especially violently, and her nipples began to involuntarily erect. Her uterus started to heat up. Her reproductive organs sensed what was about to happen. My mother was only 23 when she gave birth to me, so she's only 39 this year. Her long-term pampered life made her look only in her thirties. She wasn't fat, but she was very voluptuous, especially her breasts and buttocks—two very ample assets for a woman. Her face was oval, her hair was permed and slightly wavy, she had narrow shoulders, a small waist, and wide hips, with a slightly plump lower abdomen. Her skin was very smooth and delicate.

After the two Black men handcuffed me to my seat, they pulled my mother up and carried her to the back of the bus. My mother screamed for help, calling my name, but I couldn't help her. It was then that I noticed the bus had stopped in an empty factory. The driver stood up, walked past me, and went to the back of the bus. Three burly Black men surrounded my mother in the cramped space at the back of the bus. My mother's top was quickly unbuttoned. Because it was summer, she wasn't wearing many clothes; she was only wearing a tank top and a white silk bra. The thug standing in front of my mother reached directly into her loose tank top, slipped his hand into the bra cup, and grasped my mother's left breast.

My mother's erect nipple pressed against his palm, and he felt a surge in his testicles, his penis beginning to lengthen. The thug standing to my mother's side and behind also reached out and grasped her right breast, pinching and manipulating her nipple, his penis rubbing against her left buttock through his pants. While the three thugs were fondling my mother's breasts and nipples, they didn't stop them from completely lifting her top, pulling her vest and bra straps up to her stomach along her smooth, white shoulders, fully exposing her two large 36C breasts! My mother's breasts were papaya-shaped, well-maintained, with almost no sagging. At the top of her snow-white breasts were two full nipples, a deep reddish-brown, like two fresh, ripe red dates. The brown areolas around the nipples were as large as the opening of a soda can, protruding outwards like flower buds. Due to fear, my mother's body trembled violently, especially her soft, mature breasts, which appeared sexy and alluring to the thugs, an invitation to their caresses and kneading.

Although my mother's breasts had nourished me, I had never seen them exposed since I could remember. The walls of our apartment back home were thin, and I often heard my parents having sex at night; I imagine my father enjoyed it immensely. My mother's two beautiful breasts were now being wantonly fondled by several black men using both hands and mouths. What I didn't want to see was that while fondling her breasts, the thugs were also able to attack her genitals. My mother's skirt was lifted from the front, revealing her thong underwear, and her stockings were pulled down to her knees. A dark hand caressed my mother's mons pubis and lower abdomen through her underwear, while another dark hand even reached under her crotch, kneading her genitals. The owners of these hands had gleaming eyes, constantly swallowing saliva, their testicles and prostates becoming engorged with blood, and their vas deferens continuously supplying sperm.

My mother stopped screaming at this moment; her cervix became moist, her vaginal walls heated up, her vaginal opening slightly, her breasts engorged with blood, and her nipples became even harder and more erect. Despite her myriad fears and reluctance, her fully mature female reproductive organs were ready for intercourse. Immediately, my mother's skirt was lifted above her lower abdomen, bunched up, and her underwear, held in place by an elastic band, was pulled down to her knees. A chill ran down her buttocks and lower abdomen, and my mother's genitals were completely exposed to the black thugs. The thugs' penises instantly grew an inch longer. This was the first time my mother had been naked in front of any man other than my father, and it was also the first time I had seen my mother's genitals. My mother was completely stunned, offering no resistance; only her body trembled uncontrollably.

My mother was then pushed down onto the last row of seats. The thugs lifted her legs, pulled off her underwear but left her stockings and mid-heeled shoes on, and then spread her legs apart. My mother seemed to try to close her legs, but to no avail; a burly black man pried them open. He knelt between my mother's legs, brought his mouth to my mother's plump vulva, kissed the place where I was born, and licked her clitoris. This was the most attractive part of my mother's body to men; apart from my father, no other man had ever visited it. Below her fair, smooth abdomen was a small tuft of shiny black pubic hair, beneath which was a plump mound of flesh. The pubic hair pointed like a black arrow toward my mother's external genitalia, and the flesh peeking out from between the pubic hair was snow-white. From the outside, the genitals looked like a vertically half-open mouth; between the dark, thick labia majora were two thin labia minora, half-open, revealing pink flesh in the middle. A burly black man had already taken off his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear under his trousers, so as soon as he pulled them down, his enormous penis sprang out, reeking of the stench of black genitals and urine. He grabbed my mother's hair, forcing her to sit up, and lewdly slapped her cheeks with his semi-erect penis. My mother's cheeks quickly turned red. Then he pinched my mother's chin, signaling her to open her mouth.

Although my father had never experienced this before, there was no room for negotiation. My mother glanced at me with a resentful and helpless look, closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and took in the glans, which was as big as a large egg. The burly black man thrust his hips forward, pushing the glans all the way down my mother's throat. My mother felt waves of nausea and vomiting, but she still had to submit to his lewdness, licking the glans and coronal sulcus with her tongue. The filth on the coronal sulcus made her tongue go numb, and the foul smell assaulted her nostrils. She couldn't hold back any longer; the acid in her stomach surged up, blocked in her throat by the glans, and sprayed out of her nose. The burly black man was furious at the sight and slapped my mother across the face, causing half of her face to swell up immediately. She obediently began to perform oral sex on him. At the same time, my mother felt her clitoris being sucked and licked by another black man, while her nipples and areolas were being sucked and pinched by a third black man. My mother was exposing her breasts and genitals to the black men's penises in front of her son, and being sucked and licked by them. She was too ashamed to look up, but the heat surging through her body became more and more obvious. The more she suppressed herself, the more uncontrollable this feeling became.

At the same time, the three burly black men's penises were fully erect. They rarely had the opportunity to be around Asian women, and had never seen my mother with such fair and delicate skin, soft and elastic breasts and buttocks, brightly colored areolas and nipples, and full, round, and fleshy genitals. Their testicles were twice their usual size, their vas deferens frantically spitting out sperm, and their epididymis and prostate were brimming with semen. The thug who was sucking on my mother's genitals stood up, pulled down his pants, bent down, and moved his glans close to my mother's genitals. His penis was as black as his body, with only the glans showing a slight reddish tinge. My mother's vulva was already wet, her vagina was still secreting viscous fluid, and her cervix was elongated, making her genitals appear even fuller and more alluring, ready to be penetrated at any moment. The moment the black man's swaying glans touched my mother's vulva, it gripped the tender flesh as if it knew the way. My mother had barely realized what was about to happen when the black man thrust his hips forward, parting her labia and sliding into her vagina. Then, his entire penis, at least seven inches long, plunged into her. Witnessing the black man's penis penetrating my mother's genitals filled me with a strange excitement. I watched as the place of my birth was stretched into a circle by his thick penis, and I could almost see my mother's vagina and uterus trembling under the friction of his glans.

The black man's penis thrust in and out of my mother's vagina and uterus without restraint, as if my mother's vagina had traveled thousands of miles by plane just for this moment of reunion. The sounds of the violent thrusting were deafening, "plop-plop-plop-..." It never stopped, and my mother moaned lasciviously, her body swaying to the rhythm, her breasts heaving violently. These descriptions couldn't possibly capture the surging passion within my mother's body. Waves of increasingly intense spasms spread along the vaginal walls where the glans touched her penis, reaching her cervix, uterus, fallopian tubes, and ovaries, then upwards to her breasts and the sensitive nipples. Every female organ in my mother's body trembled with a mixture of excitement and shame. Finally, amidst wave after wave of orgasm, squeezed by her warm, moist vaginal walls, the black man's penis erupted. He stopped thrusting, his hot semen spraying directly onto the very core of my mother's uterus, nearly knocking her unconscious.

As the black man withdrew his penis, the tip was covered in a white fluid, a thick liquid still connecting his urethral opening to my mother's vaginal opening. The black man used his fingers to pick up the sticky fluid from his urethral opening and smeared it on my mother's vulva, not wanting to waste a single drop of his semen. The black man who had been sucking my mother's breasts earlier had already taken off his pants and was waiting. The first Black man to rape my mother pushed her naked body aside like a used sex doll. He picked her up and placed her on his lap, her back against his stomach. His hands supported her thighs and calves, raising her legs high. This tall Black man held my mother like an adult holding a child to urinate. My mother's genitals, still violating her, were facing me. Her pubic hair was soaked with secretions and semen. Her vaginal opening was half-open, and after a while, a thick stream of semen flowed from her vagina, dripping onto the dark floor, instantly forming a white puddle, like a glob of phlegm. My mother, still recovering from her orgasm, was weak and limp, her head hanging low as he did as he pleased.

Only when the Black man holding my mother saw that no more semen was flowing from her vagina did he align her vagina with his erect penis and slowly lower her body. Insertion wasn't difficult; he quickly penetrated my mother's entire vagina, then, while twisting his hips, he held my mother's body and moved up and down, back and forth, left and right. In this position, I could clearly see the point where my mother's vagina met the black man's genitals and the thrusting motion; I could even see the outline of his glans inside my mother's lower abdomen.

No matter how he moved, my mother's lower mouth always held his penis. After a while, perhaps feeling his hands were too tired, or wanting to free them to do something else, he released my mother's legs, reached his hands to her chest, and cupped and kneaded my mother's trembling breasts. While kneading, he said, "shakeyourass, whore! shakeyourass!" Seeing that my mother didn't react, he looked up at me, who was staring in disbelief, and said, "Tell your mother who retouched herass." Without thinking, I blurted out, "Yeah...she's your whore...sorry, er good!" and said to my mother, "Mom, he told you to move your ass, move your ass now."

My mother's desires were reignited, so she obediently wiggled her hips, cooperating with the black man's rape. Later, the black man, getting carried away, simply picked my mother up and used her body to stroke his penis, playing with her breasts. This black man also ejaculated inside my mother. No sooner had he finished than a third black man, the one who had made my mother give him oral sex first, couldn't wait any longer. He pulled my mother, now completely naked, over and pulled off her skirt and the remaining vest and bra. My mother, completely naked, was forced to bend over, her legs spread, and the black man penetrated her from behind. Her genitals were now a complete mess; her vulva was swollen, even the pinkish flesh was turned outwards. The black man's back was to me, and I could see the outline of two dark testicles in his swollen scrotum.

My mother's swollen vulva was penetrated again by a black man's penis. This time, the first black man who had raped my mother forced her to turn around and shoved his penis, which was beginning to regain its strength, into her mouth. They began to rape my mother one after the other. My mother's soft, large white breasts hung down in front of her chest, like two large papayas, her protruding nipples and areolas rubbing against the seat with the swaying and trembling of her breasts, and were occasionally grasped and played with by different men. After the black man who had been penetrating my mother's vagina ejaculated inside her, the man who had been raping her mouth moved to the back, and the remaining black man shoved his penis into my mother's mouth. In the next few hours, the three black men took turns raping my mother, and without exception, they ejaculated into her uterus.

They had sex with my mother in all sorts of positions—doggy style, lotus position, 69, rear insertion, and more… I was dumbfounded. My mother, controlled by lust, cooperated with their movements. The contrast between the black men's strong, dark bodies and my mother's fair, delicate flesh was striking. The black men's heavy breathing mingled with my mother's panting moans, and their satisfied roars during ejaculation accompanied my mother's ecstatic cries during orgasm—all of this constituted a wonderful erotic performance. When everything calmed down, the three black men had ejaculated all their accumulated semen into my mother's body. The driver went back to the front and drove off. My mother leaned against the last row of seats, her ravaged body limp like a pile of soft white flesh, her vaginal opening wide enough to be the size of a beer bottle, thick semen constantly leaking out.

When the car stopped again, I was shocked to find that this was not a place we were familiar with. Abandoned houses were everywhere, sewage was everywhere, and garbage was piled up. Even more horrifying, groups of young Black men were loitering around. I guessed this was a predominantly Black neighborhood. The driver stopped the bus, got off, and soon people started boarding. Six young Black men boarded in total, all ragged and filthy. Their only common trait was that their eyes lit up at the sight of my naked mother. The driver charged each of them 20 rand and drove off. The two Black men who had been on the bus maintained order in the back, while the new passengers began gang-raping my mother, each given fifteen minutes. Although the bus was crowded, I could still see my mother being held or straddled by different Black men, six penises of varying lengths and thicknesses taking turns penetrating her mouth and genitals. I saw semen spray onto my mother's face, hair, chest, and stomach, but most of it was injected into her uterus.

The bus soon arrived at a different location. Those who had raped my mother got off, satisfied, and more new passengers boarded. The driver charged each of them 20 rand. By sunset, besides the driver and the two Black men from before, a dozen or so passengers had already gang-raped my mother. Then the bus returned to where we boarded, and I was dropped off. From that day on, my mother became a sex slave, forced into prostitution on the bus every day. I was kept in their residence, responsible for taking care of her after she returned from her clients each day. It turned out that Zheng Pu had joined a gang that made money through forced prostitution and filming adult movies. Among the sex slaves controlled by the gang, there were only two Asian women: Zheng Pu's mother and my mother. Therefore, my mother's business was very good; she had to see clients more than ten times a day. I, like Zheng Pu, received money from the gang. The gang deliberately arranged for her to see clients intensively during my mother's ovulation period, for three consecutive days, from morning to night, being gang-raped by forty or fifty Black men each day. In this way, my 39-year-old mother became pregnant with a Black man's child. She continued to see clients during her pregnancy, even allowing those Black men to have sex with her while heavily pregnant until she was seven or eight months along. My mother is due to give birth this week. I really want to see what my little brother looks like............

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