Mom's breeding bus

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My parents both work at a large state-owned factory in our hometown. My dad is the factory manager, and my mom is a nurse in the infirmary. I don't know when it started, but our family became wealthy. My dad was often out socializing, my mom's clothes and jewelry became increasingly fashionable, and my allowance kept increasing. They almost completely ignored my studies. Under these circumstances, 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, and calling my dad for money whenever I ran out.
Three months ago, my dad suddenly said my mom was coming to South Africa and told me to find a place to live. She arrived in less than a week. My mom and I moved into an apartment near the school. My mom's departure was very rushed; it wasn't for business or tourism, and she didn't even mention going back. I suspect my dad had run into trouble with his finances and sent her away first.
Since arriving in South Africa, my mom has stayed in the apartment all day, only going to the supermarket to buy groceries. Besides that, I could sense a significant difference: my dad back in China was noticeably less generous with the money he gave me than before. 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 each time, and if I pressed him, he would get angry. Because of this, I had to find other ways to earn money.
At first, I borrowed money from my friends who were also international students. They lent me money, but later, because I repeatedly failed to repay their loans, they stopped lending me money, 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 money. In less than a month, I owed him several thousand rand, and he never mentioned repaying it. I had a vague feeling that something was wrong, that something bad was about to happen. But when I needed money to see a movie, 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 acted strangely. He didn't immediately give me the money but instead asked if I wanted to find a way to make money. I said of course I did, but what kind of way was there? He smiled mysteriously at me and said it was easy; just do this and you'd make money effortlessly. I was so angry I almost fainted, but then I thought he was joking. Unexpectedly, Zheng Pu was serious this time. He told me there was no room for negotiation; either I cooperated with him or I paid 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, so I lied and said I was going to school and would go the same way. When we got to her usual bus stop, I saw no one waiting. A new yellow sign had been nailed to the post with a few lines of text on it. My mother didn't understand English, so I told her the sign said that due to road construction, the bus stop had been temporarily moved to a nearby location. She didn't know which way to go, so I led her through the alley behind the house to a small street, where we found a similar yellow sign nailed to a utility pole. I told her the temporary bus 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 drifting 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 some coins.
My mother and I each found a seat. The two Black passengers sat in the back, seemingly asleep. The bus was dilapidated and filthy; the floor was grimy, the seats were broken, and few of the windows had intact glass. It looked as if the whole bus was about to fall apart when it started moving.
The bus had been driving for five minutes and still hadn't reached its stop. My mother started to get suspicious, and although I knew the reason, I pretended to be. Only I knew a few words of English, so I stood up, walked to the driver, and started talking to him, pretending to be friendly.
Just then, two burly Black men from the back of the bus came 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, only hearing a 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, a dark-looking handgun in his hand, pointed at me, and said, "Don't move."
I froze, too afraid to move, even though I knew the gun was unloaded, my heart pounding. The other Black man came over and handcuffed me. During this time, my mother slumped in her seat, her body shaking violently, especially her breasts below her 36C cup size, which trembled intensely. Her nipples involuntarily began to erect, and her uterine walls started to heat up. Her reproductive organs sensed something 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. Only then did I notice that the bus had stopped in an empty factory building. 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 behind the car. My mother's top was quickly unbuttoned. Because it was summer, she wasn't wearing many clothes; just a small tank top and a white silk bra. The thug standing in front of my mother reached directly into her loosely fitting 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 tightening 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 playing with 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 pulling up her top, sweeping the tank top and bra straps down her smooth, white shoulders to her stomach, fully exposing my mother's 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, deep red nipples, like two fresh, ripe dates. The areolas around the nipples were about the size of a soda can opening, bulging outwards like flower buds. My mother's body trembled with fear, especially her soft, mature breasts, which appeared incredibly alluring to the thugs, an invitation to their caresses and kneading.
Although these breasts had nourished me, I had never seen them exposed since I could remember. The walls of our apartment in China were thin, and I often heard my parents having sex at night; I imagine my father enjoyed it too. Now, my mother's
two tempting breasts were being wantonly fondled by several black men, their hands and mouths working together. What I didn't want to see even more was that while fondling her breasts, the thugs were also able to use their hands to attack my mother's genitals.
My mother's skirt was lifted from the front, revealing her thong underwear. Her stockings were pulled down to her knees. A dark hand caressed the tender flesh of her mons pubis and lower abdomen through her underwear, while another dark hand even reached under her crotch, kneading her genitals. The owners of these dark hands had gleaming eyes, swallowing incessantly, 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 warmed, her vaginal opening slightly parted, her breasts became engorged, and her nipples became even harder and more erect. Regardless of her myriad fears and reluctance, her fully mature female reproductive organs were ready for intercourse.
Immediately afterward, 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 trembling uncontrollably.
My mother was then pushed down onto the last row of seats. The thugs lifted her legs, removed 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; they were still spread apart by a strong black man. 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 touched it. Below my mother's fair, smooth abdomen was a small patch of glossy black pubic hair, beneath which lay a plump, fleshy mound. The pubic hair pointed like a black arrow toward my mother's external genitalia, and the flesh peeking through the gaps in the pubic hair was snow-white. From the outside, the genitals resembled a vertically half-open mouth; between the dark, thick labia majora, two thin labia minora were visible, half-open, revealing pinkish flesh in between.
A burly black man had already pulled down 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 foul stench of black genitals and urine. He grabbed my mother's hair, forcing her to prop herself 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 treatment before, there was no room for negotiation. My mother glanced at me with a sorrowful and helpless look, closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and took the glans, which was as big as a large egg, into her mouth. The burly black man thrust his hips forward, pushing the glans all the way down to my mother's throat.
My mother felt waves of nausea and vomiting, but she still had to submit to his lewd power, licking the glans and coronal sulcus with her tongue. The filth on the coronal sulcus made her tongue go numb, and the fishy smell hit her nostrils. She couldn't hold back any longer; the acid in her stomach surged up, blocked by the glans in her throat, and sprayed out of her nose.
The burly black man was furious when he saw this 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 with both hands and mouth.
My mother was exposed in front of her son, sucking on the penises of three black men, her breasts exposed, and they were sucking her breasts and licking her genitals. She was too ashamed to look up, but the heat surging through her body became increasingly obvious. The more she suppressed herself, the more uncontrollable this feeling became.
At the same time, the three penises of the three burly black men were fully erect. They rarely had the opportunity to be with Asian women, and they had never seen my mother's fair and delicate skin, her soft and elastic breasts and buttocks, her brightly colored areolas and nipples, and her full, round, and fleshy genitals. Their testicles were twice their usual size, their vas deferens frantically spitting out sperm, and their epididymis and prostates were full of semen.
The thug who was sucking my mother's genitals stood up, took off 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 little red. My mother's vulva was already moist, and her vagina was still secreting a viscous fluid. 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 opening, it gripped the tender flesh as if it knew the way. Just as my mother realized what was about to happen, the black man thrust his hips, his glans parting my mother's labia and sliding into her vagina. Then, his entire penis, at least seven inches long, plunged into my mother's lower body. Witnessing my mother's lower body being penetrated by the black man's penis, I felt a strange excitement. Looking at the place where I was born, stretched into a circle by the thick penis, I could almost see my mother's vagina and uterus trembling under the friction of the 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 violent thrusting were deafening, "plop-plop-plop-..." It never stopped. My mother moaned lasciviously, her body swaying rhythmically, her breasts heaving violently. They couldn't possibly express the surging passion within her; wave after wave of intense spasms spread along the vaginal walls where the glans touched her, through 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 core of my mother's uterus, nearly knocking her unconscious.
As his penis withdrew, 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 the tip of his penis 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 sex doll he had played with, then picked her up and placed her on his lap, her back against his stomach. His hands supported the joints of her thighs and calves, raising her legs high. This black man was tall, and he held my mother like an adult holding a child to urinate.
My mother's genitals, which had just been violated, were facing me. Her pubic hair was completely wet with secretions and semen, and her vaginal opening was half-open. After a while, a thick stream of semen flowed from my mother's vaginal opening, dripping onto the dark floor, instantly forming a white puddle, like a glob of phlegm spat on the ground. My mother had just recovered from an orgasm, her back and legs were weak, and she hung her head, letting him do as he pleased.
The black man holding my mother, seeing that no more semen was flowing from her vagina, aligned her vagina with his erect penis and slowly lowered her body. Penetration wasn't difficult; he quickly inserted his entire penis into her vagina, then, while twisting his hips, he held my mother's body and moved up and down, back and forth, side to side. In this position, I could clearly see the point where my mother's vagina met his genitals and the thrusting motion; I could even see the outline of his glans in my mother's lower abdomen.
No matter how he moved, my mother's vagina always held his penis. After a while, perhaps feeling his hands were too tired, or wanting to do something else, he released my mother's legs, reached his hands to her chest, and cupped and kneaded her trembling breasts. While kneading, he said, "Shake your ass, whore! Shake your ass!" Seeing that my mother didn't react, he looked up at me, who was staring in disbelief, and said, "Tell your mother whore to move her ass."
Without thinking, I blurted out, "Yeah...she's your whore...sorry, 'er good!'" and told my mom, "Mom, he wants you to move your ass, move your ass
now." My mom's desire had been reignited, so she obediently wiggled her ass, cooperating with the black man's rape. Later, the black man got carried away and simply picked my mom up, using her body to move his penis up and down, playing with her breasts.
This black man also ejaculated inside my mom. As soon as he finished, the third black man couldn't wait any longer; he was the one who made my mom give him oral sex first. He picked up my mom, who was already completely naked, and pulled off her skirt and the rest of her vest and bra.
My mom, completely naked, was forced to bend over and spread her legs, facing backward, on the last row of seats, allowing the black man to penetrate her from behind. Her genitals were now a complete mess, her vulva was swollen, and even the pink flesh of her vulva was turned outward. The black man had his back to me, and I could see the outline of two dark testicles in his bulging 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, the 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 again. For the next few hours, the three black men took turns raping my mother, and without exception, they ejaculated into her uterus.
They used all sorts of positions to have sex with my mother—doggy style, lotus position, 69, rear insertion, scooping the moon from the bottom of the sea… I was dumbfounded. My mother, under the control of lust, cooperated with their movements. The stark contrast between the black man's muscular, dark physique and my mother's delicate, fair body was striking. His heavy breathing mingled with my mother's panting moans; his triumphant roars during ejaculation accompanied my mother's ecstatic cries of climax—all of this created a magnificent erotic spectacle.
When everything calmed down, the three burly black men had ejaculated all their pent-up semen into my mother's body. The driver returned to the front and drove off. My mother leaned against the last row of seats, her ravaged body limp like a heap of soft white flesh, her vaginal opening gaping wider than a beer bottle, thick semen constantly leaking from it.
When the car stopped again, I was shocked to find this wasn't a place we knew. Abandoned houses were everywhere, sewage was everywhere, and garbage piled up. Even more disturbing, groups of young black men were loitering around. I guessed this was a predominantly black neighborhood.
The driver stopped the bus and got off. Soon, people started boarding. Six young Black men boarded, all dressed in rags and filthy clothes. The only thing they had in common was that their eyes lit up when they saw my naked mother.
The driver charged each of them 20 rand and then drove off. The two original Black men 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 stopped 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 original two Black men, more than a dozen passengers had gang-raped my mother. Then the bus drove back to where we boarded, and I was let off.
From that day on, my mother became a sex slave, forced to prostitute herself 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 when she was seven or eight months pregnant.
My mother is due to give birth this week. I really want to see what my little brother looks like.

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