【The Policewoman Mother Trapped in the Dark Tide】(01) Author: Men San'er

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Author: Men San'er
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dimly lit computer screen flickered in the corner of the room, next to which was
a small mountain of more than a dozen empty instant noodle containers.

"Mmm! Ah~~ Good!! Fuck me!"

The blonde white woman in the player was screaming wildly. Even at the lowest volume,
the uncontrollable pleasure in her screams could be heard. A strong black man rode on top of her in a conqueror's posture, his
amazingly large black rod thrusting in and out of the dazzling white flesh beneath him at high speed. Each hard thrust brought out a lot
of water, and the white woman's moans grew louder and louder. Black and white, strong and full, this
perfect and intense combination made the person in front of the screen move faster and faster. Finally, he stopped abruptly, his whole body
straightened up against the computer chair, trembling as his right hand moved.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck! You damn black bastard! Die for me!!"

After a few seconds of outburst, the skinny man at the computer desk collapsed into a heap, taking a long time to catch his
breath. He hastily grabbed a tissue to wipe himself clean before letting out a long sigh and turning on the light—beneath his messy, bird's-nest-like
hair were two severe dark circles under his eyes. Due to being cooped up indoors for so long without sunlight, his skin
appeared extremely pale, and his thin frame looked as if a gust of wind would cause him to collapse.

This man was me, Zhou Jie. Male, 19 years old, living in Guangzhou. He dropped out of high school and is currently unemployed.
His mother is the deputy director of the local police station, and his father is an ordinary primary school teacher. Due to an accident half a month
ago, he lost the job that his parents had begged and pleaded to find. Now, he can only support his family
of three with his parents' combined meager salary of just over 10,000 yuan. In Guangzhou, where the cost of living is extremely high, this is almost impossible. Fortunately,
there is a small house of less than 50 square meters left by his grandfather. This remaining substantial property is
the only source of confidence for the family to survive in Guangzhou.

"Creak..."

The door was gently pushed open, and a beautiful mature policewoman walked in. Having just finished her shift, she hadn't changed into
civilian clothes and was still wearing her well-fitting police uniform. The front of her top was stretched open by her breasts. Although the woman tried her best to cover up
, her 34D breasts always attracted the attention of many men.
Her plump, fragrant buttocks, which only those who had given birth could possess, stretched her police skirt tightly, along with her two full, black-stockinged legs. The mature woman's voluptuous
and charming body was like a gourd, exuding a captivating allure that made people flock to her. However, the one bar and two stars on her
shoulder , her sharp, knife-like eyebrows and slightly pursed thin lips made every
man who was attracted to her hesitate.

"Ah Jie? Stayed home all day again?! Did you see the job posting I gave you this morning? Even a
dishwashing job is better than you doing nothing. Staying home all day, you've become a mess
!!"

Zhao Rong's eyebrows were raised high, like two knives. Faced with my mother's accusations, I was speechless. After all, in
most people's eyes, I was a good-for-nothing, a freeloader. I was used to being mocked and ridiculed. Although she often
scolded was one of the few people who genuinely cared about me
. How could I have the face to even say a word back?

"Sigh! You're so old now, what are we going to do? Cheng Liang went down to do research, he might not be back for the next few months
. Take this two thousand yuan. The higher-ups are going to clean up those black people in the black community, so they're
tight on time and might have to work overtime. They won't be able to take care of you. Buy yourself some food. If you need more money, ask me!"

"Black people! Black people! They're all black devils again! Those scum and trash should be hung up, skinned alive, and burned! Trash
! Despicable!!"

"Ah Jie!!" Mom was a little displeased.

"How can you say that? That's racial discrimination! Those black people are people too. They came to Guangzhou to
survive . You can't talk about them like that!"

"What racial discrimination! So what if I am racially discriminatory? This is China, not some bullshit America
. Which article or example in the Constitution of the People's Republic of China says that racial discrimination is prohibited! Trash race! Apes that commit crimes just because they
have !"

"I know that what happened with Wen Ting hurt you a lot, but not all black people are like that,
Ah Jie, you..."

"Mom!!!!!" I slammed my fist on the computer desk, and the instant noodle bucket scattered all over the floor
.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore. Mom is going to work. Go out and get something to eat. Don't always eat instant noodles;
it's bad !" Zhao Rong finally softened. The fact that my childhood sweetheart Wen Ting was stolen away by a black man has always been a deep wound in my heart. Because of this, I even quit the job that I had worked so hard to get, to the point that black people have become a taboo word
in our family . "Purge the Blacks? It's long overdue!" Looking at my mother's gradually blurring figure through the window, a sudden thought surged within me—I wanted to see with my own eyes how those Black people groaned under the machinery of the state ! The city management officers? They were story! Yes! I wanted to see the miserable state of you Black people! With this thought in mind, I hailed a taxi in the darkness and followed my mother from a distance. Little did I know then what a grave mistake I was about to make, a mistake I would regret for the rest of my life! Following my mother, I arrived at a dilapidated neighborhood. Chaos, disorder, and an indescribable sense of disgust —this was my first and only impression of the place. It was only seven or eight o'clock, the busiest and most brightly lit time in Guangzhou, but here it resembled a ghost town. The streetlights along the way were smashed to pieces, and the passageways between buildings were like black holes, swallowing any intruders. Occasionally, a few white, eerie eyes floated in mid-air; upon closer inspection, I realized they were Black people, their skin completely blending into the night . My mother, walking ahead, righteously and without hesitation, stepped into this ghost town. "A Black neighborhood? What's she doing here?! And alone!!" I had a bad feeling ; my intuition told me my mother was lying. Why?! Curiosity and panic drove my usually timid self to follow her inside. There are currently nearly 300,000 Black people illegally residing in Guangzhou. Unlike the hardworking and honest Chinese, these...

Black people are known for their laziness, alcoholism, and troublemaking, making them deeply disliked by the locals. Over time, no one wanted to associate with them
, and they ended up living in clusters, often entire neighborhoods filled with Black people – these were Black communities. These
places were forbidden territory for the local Chinese; urination and defecation were rampant, vandalism, rape, abortion, and even drug use – all imaginable
and unimaginable filth happened there. My mother, though a policewoman, was still a
woman at heart. Why would she come to such a dangerous place alone, hiding it from her family?

Under the moonlight, I followed her through the complex alleyways, finally arriving at a small prefab house. My mother seemed to have been there
many times, expertly pushing open a small door and disappearing inside.

My instinct was to rush out and stop her, but what grounds could I use?

"I'm sorry, Mom, I followed you."

"This is a Black area, let's go!"

"Mom, you wouldn't be..."

I considered various possible answers, but none seemed appropriate. My proud and strong-willed mother, a police officer, would
never forgive me for following her without permission. Besides, what if this was part of their police mission, and I
interfered ?! Thinking this, I quietly crept to the base of the prefab house. Luckily, there was
a small hole in the PVC wall, just enough for me to peek inside.

"Xiao Zhang, here's five thousand yuan. Buy some nutritious things for the children; it's a time when money is needed
!"

"This...this!" The woman who took the money choked up a little. I craned my neck through the hole and looked. She was
a woman in her thirties, in the prime of her life, but her face was full of vicissitudes, making her look at least forty or fifty
. The woman was heavily pregnant, holding a dark-skinned baby in her arms, and a little boy
with a flat nose , who looked three or four parts Chinese, but mostly Black.

"Bastard! How come there are so many sluts in China!" I spat. This woman was clearly one
of those sluts who slept with black men. These black men never understand responsibility. Often, one black man
will date a dozen or so Chinese women, relentlessly pursuing them until he gets what he wants. Once he's tired of them, he'll just walk away. You say she's pregnant
?! What does that have to do with me?! I don't have a registered residence, where are you going to find me?! Even worse, if she gets
AIDS, everyone around her will suffer! This woman who got pregnant by black men three times must not be a good person
. Why should I give her money? Let her black husband support her! Damn it! I only make
two thousand a month!

"Xiao Zhang, just listen to my advice, leave here. After all, you're Chinese. The police station
will definitely take good care of you. Unlike now, look at you, you were just released after being arrested last time, and it's only been a few months, and you're
pregnant again..."

The mother was a little embarrassed to continue, looking at her with disappointment. This Xiao Zhang was a habitual thief
. She had just released him a few months ago, and she felt sorry for him and would occasionally help him out. But she never expected this woman to be
so useless. She had two mixed-race children to support and could only earn money by stealing to make ends meet. And now
, she was pregnant again. And who knows where the father is!

"Money!!! Money!" The black bastard next to Xiao Zhang didn't care about anything else. He jumped up like a monkey
and snatched the five thousand yuan from his mother's hand. He ran to the side. The mother was a little unhappy. There are more and more
mixed-race in Guangzhou now. They even make up a certain proportion in Guangzhou primary schools.
Not only are they good for nothing, but they are also particularly good at causing trouble. The station has received many similar cases. In another ten years or so, these
mixed-race children who speak Chinese will undoubtedly be a group of big troubles!

"Officer Zhao, please, please don't mind. Xiao Gang is just..." Just as the woman was apologizing with a forced smile,
the broken door of the prefab house was kicked open. Four or five burly black men squeezed in. The one in the lead, who was wearing a big gold
chain, saw the mother at a glance. He was quite surprised. He shook his head and gestured to his left and right. The four or five black men immediately
surrounded her.

"Jess, no! Police! No! No!" Xiao Zhang panicked, while her mixed-race
son ostentatiously handed over the five thousand yuan his mother had just given him to the black man with the gold chain.

"Bitch! No money?! What is this, it is!!!" The black man named Jess snatched the money, kicked
the boy aside, and slapped Xiao Zhang several times, making her see stars.

"Stop! Don't hit people!" Seeing the situation was bad, the mother immediately pulled out her service pistol and aimed it at Jess. The black man
was also startled and quickly raised his hands, muttering some incomprehensible gibberish. Anyway,
that's how these black men are. Once they encounter the police, they speak their local dialect that no one can understand. After all, you
can't do anything about foreign friends. In the end, when things are over, they can speak Chinese more fluently than the locals when they curse you.

"What are you doing?!" Mom suddenly kicked out with lightning speed, hitting a black man in the stomach
. The furtive black man in floral shorts immediately howled in pain and fell to the ground. The scene was momentarily tense. I took a
deep breath thinking how lucky I was to have arrived, otherwise things would have been really difficult to handle. I should call the police quickly! Thinking this, I hurriedly
took out my phone and dialed 110, but before I could dial, I heard a whoosh of wind in my ear, and
I fell to the ground like a sack. I

don't know how much time passed before the piercing pain in the back of my head gradually brought me back to my senses. The stench of feces and urine in the air told me that I was still in the black community, but the ropes binding me told me a sad reality: I had been captured by these black men! "Mom!!" As I regained consciousness, the feeling of terror was like stepping into an abyss. My mother, who had barely managed to fight back against the black men with her gun, what ?! Taking advantage of the absence of others, I laboriously turned my head. The scene before me almost broke me. Aside from Jess with the gold chain, the four black men had completely subdued my mother. At only 1.6 meters tall, she was like a dehydrated fish among the burly black men, who averaged 1.8 meters. Her struggles were utterly powerless. These black men weren't exactly docile either; each held one of my mother's limbs with one hand, while their free hands began to wreak havoc. The man in the floral shorts was particularly outrageous, even reaching inside her bra. Judging from my mother's sudden scream, he was definitely pinching her tender nipples, which caused her to struggle violently. "Fuck you!" Jess slapped the bald man in the floral shorts on the head. At 1.9 meters tall, he was already a giant among the generally short people of Guangzhou. I even suspected that if he wanted to, he could use that...

Two large, black hands, each half my size, grabbed my neck and lifted me into the air, strangling me to death!

"Officer, behave yourself, or he'll die!" Jess's broken Chinese was undoubtedly fatal at that moment
, and my mother, who had been struggling like a female leopard, immediately stopped. Her desperate eyes looked at me, and my heart sank.
I couldn't accept this meeting. I closed my eyes and pretended to be unconscious. My mother was even more heartbroken when she saw me
, and her resistance gradually stopped.

"You! Come here!" Jess unbuckled his belt, and his huge, black penis sprang out,
hitting Zhang Jie's face, who was trying to please him. I had seen black penises in porn more than once. That night,
the thing that kept going in and out between Wen Ting's legs made me feel both intense hatred and a strange sense of jealousy and envy
. The size of Jess's penis was undoubtedly the most astonishing I had ever seen, even among black men. A 30-
centimeter black penis was every woman's nightmare. The thick black rod was almost as
thick as my thin arm, like a black club shaking in the air.

As if it were nothing new, the heavily pregnant Zhang lifted her hair and swallowed the huge black
glans into her mouth. With Jess's continued penetration and the sound of gagging,
half of the huge black rod was swallowed, completely filling Zhang's throat. The inability to breathe for a long time made her eyes roll back. The
black man 's attention was not on her at all. His two bulging eyes were fixed on his mother's
voluptuous body. He held Zhang's head with one hand and thrust his genitals heavily and slowly in and out of Zhang 's mouth
, as if he were fucking his mother's vagina instead of Zhang's mouth. With his other hand, he made a lewd gesture with his middle finger at
his mother His thick tongue licked his ugly, thick lips, and his burning gaze
seemed to want to tear two pieces of flesh off his mother's body.

The thick, long black penis was slowly pulled out of Xiao Zhang's throat. Moistened by saliva, it
resembled a tempered sword, exuding an indescribable sense of danger. This was
the natural enemy ; regardless of intelligence, appearance, or status, a woman's body instinctively cannot resist a
stronger male with a larger penis. In this primal competition, my father and I were clearly
the losers .

"Get out of the way! I'll go first with this slut!" Jess, with the gold necklace, was clearly the leader of the group of black men. Although
the other four black men also had erections, they had no choice but to obediently step aside and put my mother down.

"Damn it!!" As a regular police officer, Mom had also received grappling and combat training. Despite her
relatively , she was no match for ordinary petty thieves. She launched a flying kick straight for Jess's groin,
a kick delivered with full force and hatred. The direct impact of her high heel tip against his completely exposed genitals meant that even with an iron penis
, the black guy would likely end up with his penis and testicles smashed. Although I pretended to be dead and dared not move, I secretly cheered for this
satisfying kick.

"Bang!!" A dull thud echoed as the kick, which seemed destined to strike, froze in mid-air.
Even with her professional training, Mom couldn't withstand the black guy's long arms and legs. His ankle was gripped by those fan-like black hands,
his legs spread wide, frozen in mid-air in this extremely humiliating position.

"Ha! Chinese Kung Fu!!" The black man grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth. Before Mom could react, he
ripped off her high heels and threw them to the jeering
black men nearby. He then gripped her stockinged foot tightly and pressed it against his erect penis. Saliva dripped onto her stockings, soaking them.
I pretended to be dead while spying, and amidst my anger, I felt a strange, unexpected pleasure, just like that night
when I discovered the black man in Wen Ting's bed. I gritted my teeth at him while lying in bed, recalling the intense
scene, and masturbated five times until I could no longer ejaculate before falling into a deep sleep.

Mom tried to resist, but Jess had clearly lost patience. In his large, strong hands, Mom, who seemed so
small was like a toy. With a single pull, he lifted her by the ankle, her police
skirt ripped open, revealing the outline of her private parts—a place only her father was entitled to see—
exposed to the black man's aggressive gaze.

"Biaozi! Slut! Slut! Fuck your mother!" Jess ripped off the tangled pantyhose, revealing black lace
thongs that excited the black man. He spewed out a few broken Chinese swear words, perhaps
just trying to vent his emotions, but to my ears they were incredibly grating. That damned black man, he stole
Wenting, and now he's going to take my mother too?! I knew this wasn't some AV movie plot; this
was about to happen in real life, right before my eyes—my mother was about to be
raped ! And I was powerless to stop it!!

Jess's enormous hand covered my mother's exposed white belly, which was hanging upside down. Although my forty-year-old mother
had given birth to me long ago, she was remarkably well-preserved; her smooth, white abdomen was flat and firm, without a single
stretch mark . Now, this pristine white spot was starkly covered by a black hand.
Jess, the black man, patted my mother's belly like he was showing off livestock, then pointed to Xiao Zhang kneeling at his feet,
muttering something to the four black men. The five of them then laughed lewdly.
Even a fool could guess what he wanted. This black man not only wanted to rape my policewoman mother, but also wanted to get her pregnant
, making her give birth to his bastard black son like Xiao Zhang, turning her into their new reproductive machine and money-making tool
!

I desperately wanted to get up immediately, even to bite a chunk of flesh off this black man with my teeth, but
an even stronger will held me firmly to the ground. That strange pleasure was like a wildfire,
burning brighter and brighter until it consumed me completely…

Jess's bald head was buried between my mother's legs, the crotch of her lace panties pushed aside by his tongue
. This black man was licking and sucking my mother's genitals like a vicious dog drinking water, the smacking sounds growing louder and louder.
My mother struggled desperately, her two plump legs draped over Jess's broad shoulders, kicking weakly.
The black man's thick tongue could even cover my mother's entire vulva. Exposed due to the torn stockings, the most
delicate white skin on the inner thighs was even covered with the black man's saliva. My mother's last line of defense
was about to collapse under Jess's amazing tongue skills. Finally, in my expectant gaze, those two swaying legs suddenly…
Her body stiffened, forming a straight line. Her legs clamped tightly around the black rapist's neck, trembling
rhythmically . A large amount of clear fluid flowed from the corners of his mouth and down his neck, finally
leaving a puddle on his black elastic vest.

Having watched countless pornographic films, I was very familiar with this reaction. As a police officer, a wife, and a
mother , she had actually orgasmed after just a few licks from the black man's tongue?! Did the black man satisfy you so much
?! This fact filled me with a strong sense of betrayal, and a strange resentment towards her arose.

Released again, my mother had lost all strength to resist. The unprecedented, unrestrained
experience had almost made her dizzy. Her legs were weak, and she instinctively leaned against Jess's
masculine body. A naked woman, she had been rendered speechless in front of a group of excited black men!

"Come on, you bitch!" Jess was clearly an expert. Taking advantage of his mother's momentary lapse in attention, his thick arms gripped her
body tightly. Her magnificent D-cup breasts were squeezed into two fleshy mounds by her firm pectoral muscles
. Her 30-centimeter-long black penis was pressed firmly against her fair abdomen, the pre-ejaculate from its glans
polluting this sacred land with a foul stench, radiating a peculiar, lewd sheen under the light.

"No! No! I have husbands, Guoliang, Xiaojie..."

his mother murmured helplessly. But one of these men was far away, while the other was bound hand and foot,
his penis shamefully erect.

Jess, that black guy, clearly knew how to strike while the iron was hot. His dark hands cupped Mom's plump, fragrant buttocks, and her
beautiful legs naturally draped over his thick arms. She was slowly lifted up like that
. Jess's dark penis and his lower abdomen formed a small, acute angle, which
gradually Finally, when he completely released his grip, the angle became a perfect ninety-degree right angle. At this point,
his dark penis was completely submerged in Mom's fleshy buttocks, supported only by this astonishingly large, club-like penis.
Even though Mom was mostly clinging to Jess, the strength of this penis was astonishing. You know, I
could easily bend it with even a single finger, yet this black guy could lift up a mature woman! I think I
'm starting to understand why Wen Ting would abandon me, her childhood friend, and give her virginity to a black guy
!

While I was lost in thought, Jess had already begun the final and most important step. As my mother's
body rose, the right angle gradually narrowed, and the egg-sized black glans, like an iron plow, deeply embedded itself into my mother's
buttocks, constantly invading inwards until it reached a certain spot in the center of her buttocks. Only then did this black man grin
, his iron-ring-like arms tightly gripping my mother's body, his strong black buttock muscles suddenly bulging. My mother
finally came to her senses and tried her best to push this black beast away from her. However, a woman's strength
was no match for him. After Jess let out a triumphant roar, two lines of clear tears streamed down my mother's cheeks.
Looking between their buttocks, the black rod had disappeared by more than half, with only about a third exposed outside her honey hole.

"Bitch! So tight, squeeze harder!" A black hand slapped mercilessly onto my mother's fleshy buttocks
. The pain caused her to instinctively tighten her vaginal muscles, which played right into Jess's hands.
The slaps grew heavier and heavier, and my mother, unable to speak of her suffering, had her buttocks bruised pink.
Four black men watching nearby began singing a strange song, clapping along to the rhythm.

I had seen many educational films about African tribes where black people often used drums during rituals
. But I never imagined that on Chinese soil, my mother, a policewoman,
would have her plump buttocks used as hand drums by these black men!

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" The drumbeats grew faster and louder, and Jess's thrusting speed became
difficult to see. Mom's breasts trembled violently, and her unfocused pupils stared blankly at the ceiling.
Every thrust of the black man slammed heavily against her cervix, and his huge glans scraped away all the vaginal
fluid . Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger. Her sexual desire, which had increased with age
, had been severely suppressed because of her father's weakness. Unexpectedly, today, it was being released all at once on the black man's big cock. This made Mom,
who aspired to be a good wife and mother, feel a deep sense of shame.

"No! Please! Please! Stop! Stop! Please... Ah!!!!!"

Jess grabbed his mother's buttocks and pulled her out hard, his 30-centimeter black rod being instantly pulled out to the root.
His mother, already at her climax, finally ejaculated shamefully against the black man's arm under this enormous drop.
Powerful jets of fluid gushed from her vagina, shooting onto Jess's lower abdomen. The black man
turned around, showing off his mother's buttocks to his four henchmen, proudly displaying his erect penis, which was covered in
strands of thick white fluid. His usually proud and elegant mother had actually ejaculated from being fucked by the black man's penis!
I couldn't believe it, but the woman trembling with her buttocks, constantly spraying her juices above the black man's penis
, was undoubtedly my mother. How could I not believe it?!

Mother's nightmare was far from over. The black devil continued to feast on her honeypot while
laughing and giving orders to one of his henchmen. Soon after, the henchman returned, this time carrying a
camera.

Jess buried his penis deep inside Mother's body, maintaining the position before slowly lowering her.
The two black men retrieved her high heels and hurriedly put them back on, also straightening her clothes. From
my angle, if it weren't for Mother's slightly protruding buttocks and the black men's lower abdomens tightly connected, I would have
naively thought none of this had ever happened.

Her last ounce of strength had been drained, and now Mom was completely at their mercy. Jess
held both of her small hands, his penis tightly pressed against her genitals, while his large mouth greedily
sucked on her delicate tongue. The two of them were like a couple deeply in love, standing before the camera.
The black man in floral shorts kept pressing the shutter, and the poor Mom was posed in various lewd positions—one leg raised,
being fucked from behind while saluting, being pressed down and brutally fucked like a puppy on all fours,
her occupied by two greedy black men sucking on them, and even turning back to passionately kiss Jess…

Amidst the flashing of the camera, I felt almost desperate. These black men had planned this all along; if they didn't…
These photos were, as expected, their trump card against Mom. She, who valued her reputation more than her life, would surely
yield . But what about me? What should I do? Call the police? Tell Father? Or pretend to be dead and know nothing?
It seemed every choice would end in the same tragic way!

"Fuck! Bitch! I'll shoot you!!" Jess was starting to become hysterical. It seemed this black man had finally reached his limit

after an hour of continuous intercourse . "Fuck!!!" The damned black man grabbed Mom's waist and hips and pulled her violently towards him. Two-thirds of his penis instantly plunged in. At the end of her vagina, a soft mass of flesh gently enveloped the intruder's glans , the chopstick-thick hole sucking hard at the urethral opening. If he wanted, the black man's dirty yet incredibly strong sperm could freely enter Mom's sacred place of childbirth and brutally possess her until a new life was born. However, this bastard had no intention of stopping there. With continuous thrusting, Mom's cervix had been thoroughly softened. Having already given birth, the black man's wicked intentions were entirely possible. Finally, with one last heavy thrust, the gates of Mom's body opened wide, and his 30-centimeter- long penis completely invaded. The egg-sized black glans breathed in the fragrant scent of Mom's sacred place. This strange experience made her tremble all over; her vagina convulsed and spasmed. This became the final blow to Jess. His huge hands gripped Mom's breasts tightly, using them as leverage, and he arched his body as he began an astonishing ejaculation. Matching his penis, the black man's testicles were equally enormous, hanging long between his legs. Heaven knows how much filthy semen was stored in those two things, but I could clearly see his once billiard-ball-like, full enormous testicles jiggling. The long, minute-long ejaculation gradually dried up. I could almost feel billions of curly-haired, black-skinned bastards with flat noses and thick lips gushing out, irresistibly taking over the sacred place that had once given birth to me. Perhaps before long, a filthy mixed-race bastard would declare the new master here, and my mother would become a mother again. However, this time, the father would no longer be my unsuspecting, pitiful old man, but this ugly, filthy, bastard black devil in front of me! Feeling the filthy seed filling her lower abdomen, my mother, having recovered her senses, seemed completely unable to bear the painful reality of being raped and impregnated by a black man. Overwhelmed with anger and rage, she fainted. Jess, that bastard, remained inside my mother for ten minutes after ejaculating, until he felt that her swollen cervix had sealed all inside her uterus. Only then did he pull out his penis, hoist my mother onto his shoulder like cargo, and stride out. I couldn't predict what would happen next. Seeing my mother being taken away, I panicked and moved a few times, but the black men noticed. Several cursing black men with sticks walked up behind me, and a gust of wind hit the back of my head. The world spun before my eyes, and I lost consciousness again. When I regained consciousness, I was lying in my familiar bed at home . My mother, sensing my awakening, seemed flustered. Jess, the black men, my mother… The fragments of memory hidden beneath my headache gradually pieced together. I could even recall every detail of the black man ejaculating inside my mother. But how could I face her? How could I face my father? How could I face my past life?! Thinking of this , I chose to back down. "Mom? What...what happened?" Mom was somewhat panicked and stammered, "This..." "I don't remember anything. I vaguely remember taking some money to buy some food. How did I suddenly end up here? What happened?" At this moment, I could feel the relief in Mom's heart. She used a lame excuse about a robbery to fob me off, little did she know that my memory of that night was clearer than hers... Life quickly returned to normal. Father was still out conducting research, Mother continued to work as a police officer, her words and actions as usual , and I cheered up and found a new night shift job. Although it was a day-night cycle, the pay was good . Everything was so peaceful and serene, as if that nightmare had never happened. Just treat it as a nightmare and forget it! Just when I naively thought this way, an unexpected discovery completely shattered my ridiculous illusion. My night shift is from 8 PM to 8 AM. This time, due to special circumstances, I got off work early, a rare moment of respite. I opened the door, but my mother's shoes weren't on the shoe rack. I hurried to her room, but it was empty. A bad feeling filled me with dread. I went straight back into the room without even taking off my shoes , closed the door, and the nightmare of that night kept me awake. I tormented myself until 4 AM, just as I was drifting off to sleep, the sound of a key turning in the lock jolted me awake. Peeking through crack, I saw my mother, who had disappeared in the middle of the night. She was wearing a stunningly sexy bright red short dress, looking exhausted. The short skirt barely covered her ample hips, and her black lace stockings barely reached her thighs. She used to disdain these kinds of sexy stockings, but now she was wearing them out in the middle of the night! Why? Were those black devils still haunting us?! I took a deep breath. I had to find out the truth, and I had to put those black devils in jail no matter what! The bathroom light stayed on for a while, then Mom returned to her room wrapped in a towel. I waited until the room light went out and I could hear her rhythmic breathing before I crept into the bathroom like a ninja . The floor was still slippery from the shower, so I moved very carefully, scrutinizing every suspicious trace —I needed to find the answer! Finally, I found what I wanted, or rather, what I least wanted, in the washing machine: the bright red dress she had taken off lay quietly in my hand. This dress, with its meager fabric, was definitely not Mom's usual style. It reeked of a mixture of cigarette smoke and alcohol. My right eyelid twitched uncontrollably. I wanted to put it back in the washing machine, but just then, a pair of red underwear fell out and landed in my palm. It was a pair of lace underwear of the same color , almost completely soaked in a thick yellow, sticky substance. The pungent, fishy smell told me, as a man myself, what it was.

"Oh."

I clutched this pair of underwear tightly in my palm, squeezing out thick, yellow semen that dripped down between my fingers
. This was what my mother wore so closely. I could only imagine what she had gone through that night. My night shift
had been going on for a month now. Could it be that this had been going on for a month, or even longer ? Or perhaps my mother had been bearing all this alone, deliberately hiding it from me? This sudden discovery weighed heavily
on my heart , and then another thing happened that almost made me completely break down! "Mom and Dad are getting a divorce!" The fierce argument started the first day my father came home. He began complaining that my mother was lazy, yawning all day like she was on opium, and sometimes mysteriously disappearing. Her colleagues pointed fingers at her, saying she didn't act like a wife . My mother, in turn, mocked my father's incompetence and weakness, blaming his lack of ambition for our dire financial situation . The argument grew more and more intense until finally, they couldn't take it anymore and chose to divorce. My father ended up with the savings, and the house went to my mother and me. After that, I chose to rent an apartment, but I secretly kept a spare key to the house. While she was at work I would sneak back home to search for clues that had led to my mother's dramatic change. Finally, on the fourth day after I moved out, I found a box of birth control pills in the trash can. As I spent more time , I became increasingly open about these things. On the seventh day, I found a whole box of imported condoms in her bedside table, all the largest size , and about three or four boxes were missing. Even European men rarely fit this size , and to have such a large box... how terrifying must a man's libido be? Thinking about this, a vague truth I didn't want to admit gradually surfaced. On the eighth day, freshly opened birth control pills were placed on the coffee table in the living room, and there were more unopened ones in a black plastic bag at the foot of the bed. It seemed my mother was planning to take these long-term. But given her divorce from my father, what circumstances forced her to choose, or had no choice but to choose, long-term oral contraceptives ? On the tenth day, I finally discovered the most direct evidence: three condoms filled with semen and tied tightly in knots were thrown directly onto the floor of my bedroom. The same thick, yellowish semen filled the condoms to the brim. This astonishing amount of ejaculate was completely unimaginable for a man like me who could only ejaculate half a bottle cap. It was like a small, water-filled balloon, mercilessly mocking me on the floor. This adulterer who destroyed my family not only stole my mother but had even invaded the little home that held my childhood memories! Enraged, I finally made up my mind and asked my boss for three days off to start stalking my mother again! The surveillance continued throughout the entire day. I monitored my mother from various . I even disguised myself as a deliveryman and walked around her several times without giving myself away. Sometimes I wondered if I had inherited my police officer mother's talent, which allowed me to perform so well in surveillance . However, the daytime surveillance was undoubtedly in vain. At work, my mother was a competent police officer. Apart from frequently yawning and having a runny nose as if she had a cold, she was impeccable in every way. But I didn't believe that was all. As night fell, the real mystery would gradually be revealed! My mother walked out of the police station on time, seemingly confirming my guess. Instead of taking the familiar road home, she hailed a taxi and headed out of town. I followed and hailed one too. Ironically, after learning that I was following the car, the driver showed an unusual interest in gossip, accelerating all the way. Sometimes I could even see my mother's long hair in the car ahead. However, I didn't dare reveal my true intentions, nor did I dare ask him to slow down. What could I say? "Driver, slow down, I'm following my mom." "Driver, my mom went out to see a man, I need to keep an eye on her. Drive slowly, don't let her find out." Between anxiety and excitement, my mother finally got out of the car. I paid the fare a short distance away, pulled down my hat brim, and followed closely behind her. This place, a shantytown soon to be demolished, was sparsely populated and extremely chaotic. My mother and I walked among the dilapidated houses for a while before finally finding our destination—a dilapidated abandoned factory. To my surprise, the factory was brightly lit, a stark contrast to the surrounding desolate shantytown . As my mother reached the factory gate, a tall, black man approached from afar. I wouldn't mistake a single eyebrow on that ugly black face—it was Jess, the black man who had tried to rape and impregnate my mother that night! Jess was unusually formal today, dressed in a black suit and even wearing a tie. Looking around, I saw many Black men walking into the factory with their female companions. Most of these women were Chinese, but there were also some white women and Black women mixed in. They were all dressed very sexily and provocatively, but compared to my mature and beautiful mother in her police uniform, they were all a level below. Jess greeted his Black companions familiarly, one arm around my mother's waist, his large black hand restlessly tracing the soft curves of her waist and hips, kneading her full buttocks like dough. In my memory, this kind of public, shameful behavior was absolutely unacceptable to my mother, but now she didn't react at all. Instead, she hooked her arm around one of the Black men's arms, her white breasts being squeezed so tightly they seemed about to burst from the gaps in the buttons—damn it! Her breasts had gotten bigger again! I watched the two of them, like a couple deeply in love, walk intimately into the factory, and I was so angry my veins were bulging. Was the power of a black man 's penis really that great?! Could it make you abandon your husband, abandon your son, and cling to him like a whore?! The security here was tight; several black men, like bodyguards, were patrolling everywhere. Luckily, I was small enough to hide in the shadows and avoid being discovered. My target was the fire escape on the side wall of the factory. Above the fire escape was a broken window, through which orange light shone. If I could climb up there, maybe I could record evidence against the black men and bring them to justice! The crowd outside the factory gradually disappeared, and two burly black men closed the last crack in the door. It seemed their entrance ceremony was over. Taking advantage of the bodyguards' distraction , I quickly climbed the fire escape. Loud music came from inside the window. I turned on the camera, ready to record everything I saw … This must be a private party; a nearly 100-square-meter area had been set up in the center of the factory…

The huge dance floor held forty or fifty Black people at the party, most of them obese and adorned with
ostentatious gold chains, far surpassing the shabby, impoverished figures I'd seen on the street. Each of them
was accompanied by one or more alluring masked women, who chatted amongst themselves while lewdly
groping . Several Chinese women dressed as bunny girls flitted about like butterflies carrying trays,
from which several Black men would occasionally pull out packets of white powder or even syringes.

Drugs! A chill ran through me, followed by a surge of excitement. In China, drugs meant certain death.
These Black men were openly using drugs; if the police were called, they'd all be finished! Thinking this, I instinctively pulled out
my phone , but a second later I slammed it back into my pocket—I had just seen
my mother follow Jess inside. If the police were called…

The camera zoomed in rapidly, and I frantically searched for my mother in the crowd. Just as I
was searching, a clear, articulate Chinese voice suddenly drew my attention to the center of the dance floor.

“Welcome to the fifth gathering of the Guangdong Black Dragon Gang!” The
host , made my breath quicken. I had a deep impression of that unique, sweet voice long ago;
it was Yang Yaru, the famous host at the Guangzhou Youth Games! Even with a mask on, I could recognize her voice
. I heard that she had resigned from her hosting job a year ago and disappeared from the public eye, much to the regret of
her many fans. I never expected her to appear as a host at this secretive Black gathering!

"At the enthusiastic invitation of Master George... um~~ I am fortunate... fortunate..."

I zoomed the camera towards the center of the dance floor. Behind Yang Yaru's curvaceous and perfect body, a particularly tall and muscular
black man pressed tightly against her. Even though Yang Yaru was already quite tall, wearing high heels
, she looked like a helpless little white rabbit in front of this man. Every word that black man named George spoke
was translated and relayed to the women below who did not understand the black dialect. What excited me even more was that, due to the height
difference, the black man's bulge was almost touching Yang Yaru's waist. Just now, he had brazenly
half-squatted down, and his bulging crotch slowly
rubbed , past her pert buttocks, all the way to the waist of this national goddess! Yang Yaru could not withstand
this level of provocation at all. Her two straight long legs trembled, and she stopped mid-sentence.
At the same time George's sexually suggestive actions caused an uproar among the black men below.

"Hahahaha!!!"

"Look at that bitch! She can't even stand up straight!"

"Boss George! Let us see how you conquer Chinese sluts!!"

"Whoa~~~~~~~~"

The black leader named George shouted excitedly, his black hands
moving , finally stopping at her firm breasts.

"Rip!" The silk dress was torn open at the chest, and Yang Yaru's two breasts shot out like cannonballs
. This pathetic woman had obviously been completely conquered by the black man's big cock. Her hands instinctively reached back
to find the source of her pleasure. Soon, the black man's characteristic was pulled out by her carefully maintained jade hands
. George casually pulled up the hem of the long skirt like lifting a curtain. Under Yang Yaru's guidance,
the huge black rod plunged into the white, smooth buttocks.

"Woof! Woof! Woof! You're fucking this little bitch to death! Master, harder! Harder! Black man! I love my black master!
I love my black master's cock!!!" Yang Yaru's mask slipped off amidst the rapid, relentless thrusting. I
zoomed in again, and her delicate face was clearly visible—yes! This
slutty was the famous beautiful host!

I felt a sense of unease, as if, without realizing it, I, an ordinary person, had witnessed the darkest side of this
city . However, what happened next made me realize that what I had just witnessed was nothing compared to the bigger picture!

"Next, please, please let Vice Mayor Sun speak!!" Yang Yaru weakly held the microphone, barely suppressing the pleasure of her
impending climax as she announced in a low voice.

"Mayor?!" I was incredulous. If these lawless black men could get their hands on a beautiful
host, I could accept it, but the vice mayor had fallen for a black man's huge cock?!
How could this be?!

A woman in a suit and skirt slowly walked up, took the microphone from
Yang Yaru , and remained silent for a long time.

"Sun, let go! Open! Open!" George suddenly removed Sun Tong's mask, causing an uproar among the women in
the audience Taking advantage of this moment, I carefully examined the woman's face,
and my heart sank—it really was Vice Mayor Sun Tong! I remembered this radiant
woman on television, who had confidently promised to thoroughly address the issue of Black people in Guangzhou during her term. I never imagined she would
end up in the hands of these Black people! A thief crying "stop thief!"—it would be truly out of line if these Black people could be eradicated!

"We are based on the principle of mutual assistance and mutual benefit... helping each other... and being friendly with our Black friends..."
Even the Black men couldn't stand the officials' long-winded speeches. One Black man with a head full of braids jumped up
and slapped the deputy mayor several times, leaving him dizzy. Unlike in China, where women are considered to hold up half the sky
, the Black men didn't care about such things. Women were just tools and had no right to ride on men's heads!

The black man with the braid quickly stripped off his pants, and with a "plop," his black penis shoved into Deputy Mayor Sun's vagina
, shouting the words he'd just learned from her: "Youhao! Youhao! Leader! Leader!"

The orgy continued, and my hand holding the camera grew colder and colder. From the beautiful hostess
to the deputy mayor, the wealthy woman, the top university PhD student, and the rich entrepreneur, George, the leader,
had five Chinese women. Even the lowest-ranking black man's woman was
a goddess unattainable by ordinary people. Why did these outstanding Chinese women disdain hardworking and down-to-earth Chinese men, instead
throwing themselves at black men who were good for nothing but their bodies and penises? I couldn't help but think of the proverb, "
Men conquer the world, but women conquer men." I wanted to ask,
what are these black men who conquered the best Chinese women? Gods?!

"Now, please welcome Wen Ting from Guangdong to perform the ballet 'Swan Lake' for us!"

Chinese has many characters, and many ways to combine them, but the appearance of these two characters
suddenly jolted me awake from my sorrow—Wen Ting!!!

Like a traveler in the desert, I searched, numb by the fall of outstanding women. With
a sliver of humble hope, I zoomed in again. To the jarring heavy metal music of the Black singers, a petite
"swan" gracefully appeared, elegant, gentle, and beautiful, like a lily blooming in a muddy pond.
The girl lovely face made my lips curl into a slight smile—yes, it was Tingting. Only she could possess such
graceful dance moves. She was the purest snow lotus in the world, possessing exceptional dance talent while also having an
incredibly gentle and kind heart. This girl, my childhood sweetheart
, encouraged and comforted me when I was at my lowest point, dropping out of high school, giving me the motivation to get back on my feet. She also got into the prestigious Guangdong
Dance Academy, her dream school. Once upon a time, we sat in that cafe at Guangdong, discussing our beautiful future together
. But everything shattered, on that damned night, those damned Black men! That damn black guy's dick! He
took my Tingting away. I slammed the door and left, her eyes filled with apology. My world collapsed! I swore
I would never give my heart away again. My wounds had barely healed when I encountered her again
today !

Fine beads of sweat trickled down Wenting's temples. She was a true dancer, yet these black men in the
audience weren't focused on her amazing dance. Instead, their eyes were fixed on her beautifully sculpted body.
I could clearly see a fat man pointing at the indentation between Wenting's legs as she spun rapidly with one leg raised,
swallowing hard. I thoroughly enjoyed Wenting's dance, but then I noticed
a large dark shadow beneath her white stockings…

The dance ended quickly, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed there wouldn't be the humiliating
scenes . Even though this woman had broken my heart, I didn't want her to be insulted by black men in public!

However, life is unpredictable. Just as Wen Ting was about to leave, a figure she could never forget suddenly appeared
and stopped her. Wen Ting looked at him with tenderness in her eyes, leaning against this muscular
black man like a little bird. This damned black man was the guy from that night. I learned from various sources that his name was Frison
, and he ran a tattoo shop in front of Guangda Gate. Unlike those ugly guys with flat noses and missing teeth, he was quite an
anomaly. Even by my standards, he was definitely a top-tier handsome man. Aside from his slightly dark skin,
his bright white smile had captivated countless girls. I guess that's how my poor childhood sweetheart fell for him
...

Frison. I whispered a few words in Wen Ting's ear, and I can say with certainty that they weren't anything nice, judging from her
suddenly flushed face. However, I still underestimated Wen Ting's love for this black man. At Jefferson
's request, Ting Ting, whom I remember blushing for ages even at the slightest touch, slowly pulled down her pantyhose.
Between her legs was a patch of snow-white skin—she wasn't wearing underwear, and even her pubic hair was shaved. I could
vaguely see a strange pattern on her smooth mons pubis. Zooming in, I
finally saw what it was: Jefferson. She had tattooed that black man's name on her
most intimate place!

"J-e-f-f-er-s-on-! Jefferson!"
Jefferson extended his thick middle finger and touched the tattoo on my childhood sweetheart Ting Ting's mons pubis, spelling out his
name word by word.

The black men below immediately erupted in excitement!

"Jefferson! Jefferson!! Jefferson!!!
"

This was naked conquest, naked possession! The barbarians branded their slaves, and
Wen Ting had this black man's name tattooed on the most shameful place a woman could bear!

Jefferson proudly picked up Wen Ting, supporting one thigh with each hand, spreading her
legs into a V-shape like holding a child to urinate. All the girl's secrets were laid bare before these black men!

Due to the constant assault of the black man's enormous penis, Tingting's labia had completely changed from their initial pink to a mature
bright red. The small opening opened and closed with her breath, and glistening vaginal fluid flowed down from the opening,
through her pink anus, stretching into a long thread, and finally dripping onto the ground.

As the black men cheered, Jefferson shouted triumphantly in their slang, and the black men below
practically exploded with a frenzied, excited roar that nearly shattered my eardrums.

After Jefferson's quiet conversation, Wen Ting, suppressing her shame, pulled a rectangular
object from his pocket and placed it under her buttocks.

The black men below suddenly fell silent, and just as I was wondering why, the cheers erupted
again . I turned my head and my head spun; I almost lost my grip on the safety ladder and
fell headfirst!

A trickle of urine slowly flowed from between Wen Ting's legs, pouring directly onto the rectangular
object. This process lasted ten seconds, but in my mind, it felt like a full ten years!

Jefferson put Wen Ting down, took the device from her hand, and his signature bright smile reappeared. He
then held the device high, the two bloody red lines on it like two bloody knives stabbing heavily into
my heart.

"A pregnancy test..." I knew what this meant! Wen Ting had been completely conquered by this black man
, and me? As her childhood sweetheart, I'd probably only be
a !

Suppressing the excruciating heartache, I looked at the woman I loved most, watching her shyly nestled in the black man's
arms . On her bare right buttock, there was a long black mark, like a hammer. This
final mystery was solved by Jefferson. He pulled down his pants and stood to Wen Ting's left, his huge black
penis before me. I felt as powerless as a bean sprout. His penis pressed against the right half of Wen Ting's buttock,
forming a clear and symmetrical V-shape with the black mark on the left!

That's when I realized that the mark was actually the shape of Jefferson's own penis. He had tattooed his penis
on my childhood sweetheart's fair buttocks, and the big black V-shape seemed to be declaring his possession of Tingting
and his victory over her.

I turned away in despair. The fire escape was very high, about four stories high. If I jumped and landed headfirst
, I'd probably...die!

"Next up is our hero—Officer Zhao Ying! With her help, our goods successfully
escaped inspection!"

"No way..." I was going crazy. It seemed like God was unleashing 20 years of pent-up
malice . Like a zombie, I mechanically raised the camera. My mother, in her police uniform, appeared on the screen.

"In recognition of Officer Zhao's great achievement, the owners' reward for her is—an excellent Black husband and a
lively mixed-race child! Congratulations! At this very moment, Mr. Jess is about to impregnate her! Let Mr. Jess talk about
his feelings!"

Yang Yaru, already hysterical from being tormented by the Black man's enormous penis, handed the microphone to Jess, this ugly Black man with the gold
chain . After today, he would be my mother's official husband and the father of her future child!

I couldn't understand a word the black man was saying. All my attention was focused on my mother
's face. In that familiar face, there was shame and anger, resentment, and even a tiny,
barely perceptible excitement and anticipation. But what was missing was anger and resistance. I felt
sorry . In the time I hadn't noticed, she, like those women, had been completely conquered and
succumbed to the barbarity of the black man!

The intense sex quickly began.
Instead fueled their lust. Jess, like a clumsy bear, pressed himself against her back,
his enormous testicles slapping against her plump buttocks with each thrust. Her
long soft legs wrapped tightly around Jess's dark waist, like a white yarn tied around a piece of black wood.
Her body, and even her deepest consciousness, had completely accepted this black man as her sexual partner and object of
procreation .

She had spent a fortune on numerous hidden cameras, planting them in every corner of the house. "I'll
expose bastard! These tapes will serve as evidence to put him to jail for life!"

Jess, like a giant, slowly rose to his feet, supporting himself with his hands. His mother, like a female monkey,
clung to the black tree's neck with both arms, her legs tightly wrapped around its trunk. A thick branch held her firmly to Jess from deep within
her body . Her breasts stood proudly high, her nipples engorged
and trembling slightly. Jess stood spread-eagled, relying entirely on the female's own strength to maintain their union. I even
inexplicably thought of a Titanic poster…

The lewd atmosphere of the party made this black man unable to restrain himself any longer. Under his rough handling, his mother's breasts
had reached an astonishing E-cup, barely enough to be held in one hand. Jess quickened his pace and began his final
thrust. His intention was clear: to impregnate his mother, Zhao Ying, the famous policewoman from Guangzhou,
and have her give birth to his mixed-race child ten months later!

My mother's breasts, like little white rabbits, throbbed restlessly within the cage of black fingers. As my mother
was about conceive, I thought of basketball, those muscular black players
manipulating the ball like that, dribbling, dribbling, until finally… a dunk!

"Agh!!!" Jess's face contorted with effort. His 30-centimeter black penis once again broke through
the cervix, completely sinking into my mother's body. From a distance, it looked as if a clump of black weeds
had sprouted . This "player" named Jess, after fifteen minutes of dribbling,
finally completed a satisfying dunk in the basketball hoop of my mother's womb that had once nurtured me!!

The orgies of the black men finally came to an end. All the women were stripped naked and driven to
the edge of the dance floor. Centuries ago, these black men were enslaved, whipped by Europeans
and sent aboard slave ships. But in the 21st century, these black slaves had turned the tables,
becoming . They used their black clubs to drive these supposedly elite Chinese women,
forcing them to kneel on all fours along the dance floor. Yang Yaru, Sun Tong, Wen Ting, Mama… these women were no different
now . They had no status, no money, not even knowledge! Here, they were merely
female slaves under the black men's massive penises, lowly, without any human rights, mere servants of the black men!

I watched these perverted women with the sorrow of watching an animal documentary.
Those hands, once wielding power, now held the enormous penises of Black men—on their faces
, bodies, hair, vaginas, even their anuses. Not a single Black man wore a condom. They were indiscriminately ejaculating their sperm into the vaginas and wombs of these elite Chinese
women . Even if these sperm died naturally, they would
leave an indelible trace of Black genetic information in their uterine cells. This is why, even in
open Europe, few white women are willing to have a Black man ejaculate inside them. But in China, in
Guangzhou, here, Black sperm was recklessly ejaculated into
the wombs of mayors, PhDs, TV presenters, renowned entrepreneurs, and police officers. Even if they later concealed this, even if
no one knew about this experience, in a paternity test, the remaining 0.1% of the 99.9% would contain the disgusting and inferior genes
of Black men !

I glanced listlessly at my mother and Wen Ting. These two women received special treatment; a plug
was inserted into their vaginas to ensure fertilization and fetal cell development were undisturbed. This made their anuses work
even harder; before I left, their anuses had become black holes that
were difficult …

III.

Since that night, I changed. I became indifferent, apathetic. I installed hidden cameras all over the house
and connected them to the internet so I could monitor my mother's actions in real time.

It was the day after the party. Jess, my mother's de facto husband, had moved into
the house my father left behind. Through the cameras, I could clearly see my mother, returning from work, slumped against the black
Jess , her watery eyes fixed on him, seemingly saying something. I quickly turned up
the volume on the listening device, only vaguely hearing words like "for me.

" "Slut!!" I increased the speed of my masturbation. She begged for the black man's penis like a whore, which
only excited me more.

"Don't worry! You did a great job this time too, Zhao, I'll give it to you!" The black man in the camera pulled
a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and waved it in front of my mother. Upon seeing it, my mother, who had been yawning, immediately
perked , eager to get her hands on it.

"Don't rush, I want this first, let me feel good!"

"Cigarettes?" I was a little confused when suddenly a thought flashed through my mind. Could it be—marijuana? Addicted?!
No wonder, maybe she got hooked in the black community someday. Whatever, let that slut smoke herself
to death!

My mother's next actions proved my suspicions. To get this thing, she was almost
completely obedient , kneeling on the ground like a little bitch with a bone in her mouth, licking the black rod obsequiously. Her pink tongue
danced like a butterfly on the black earth, and the huge glans was swallowed whole by her. To make the
black man feel better, her two gentle little hands gripped the base of the rod and stroked it back and forth. Jess
seemed very proud of conquering this policewoman. Before long, he got aroused, pulled out his penis, and gestured for his mother to continue rubbing
his two rotten balls. He then aimed his urethral opening at his mother's temple, and a large amount of semen gushed out.

"Oh!! Headshot!! Haha!" My mother's entire right side of her face was covered in semen, her hair sticky
and matted together, making her look extremely disheveled. The black man was still laughing triumphantly, throwing the cigarette pack on the ground.

The poor mother had become a completely unscrupulous drug addict, groping around in the dark with her buttocks sticking out.
After a brief pause, a light came on, and the mother let out a long sigh, remaining motionless for a long time.

I knew she was on drugs, and my contempt deepened.

"Baby, I've realized I'm completely obsessed with you!" Jess's monstrous sexual prowess made him hard again
, his massive 1.9-meter frame pressing down on the mother. However, the mother, immersed in the drug's pleasure,
didn't react, letting this black man pull down her pants and thrust his penis in all the way.

"Zhao, seriously, be my woman, I love you!"

"No... I have a son..."

"A son, we can have one too!" Jess patted the mother's belly and laughed triumphantly.

"..."

I felt an indescribable anger at the mother's silence.
Had ? Or had she begun to accept this black man from the bottom of her heart
?! Thinking of the situation at home, I surprisingly didn't deny the idea.

The two of them were frantically getting together. The house, filled with my childhood memories, was covered in the woman's
vaginal fluid and the black man's stinking sweat. This bastard even pinned my mother down on my bed, straddling her ass and fucking her
hard . What I couldn't accept was that this slut was fucked so hard on my bed that she lost control of her bladder.
The sheets, the blankets, everything was covered in her urine as she crawled around!

"Daddy, ancestors, you damn black man, fuck me to death! I don't want to live anymore! Let me die!" My mother was on the verge of
collapse.

"How could I let you die, my Zhao? If you weren't a prostitute satisfying those men, how would I have any
money to spend?!"

"I don't want to be a prostitute, I'm not a prostitute, I'm not a prostitute, waaaaah!"

"No, you are a prostitute, and you'll soon become a pregnant prostitute, which might earn you three times the money!"
Jess finally revealed his true colors. In reality, he just wanted his mother to be
his . His previous sweet words were just lies to numb her and make her obediently get pregnant.

"You're lying to me! I'm not a prostitute! I have a husband, I have a son, I'm a policeman... You're lying to me!!
"

"Wake up, Zhao!" Jess grabbed his mother's hair and walked towards the master bedroom.

"Look at this photo! You're divorced!!"

Only then did I look closely at where my parents' wedding photo was. The large wedding photo was gone
, replaced by a photo of my mother being penetrated in the black neighborhood that day. In the photo, my mother was wearing a
neat police uniform, but her expression had a strange wantonness. Jess was pressed tightly against her from behind, and in
a place the photo couldn't show, the black man's thick penis was ejaculating inside her.

Jess quickly brought my mother to orgasm, and after a satisfying penetration, he left my house,
leaving my mother limp on the floor, her swollen vagina still gushing out thick, yellow
semen .

From then on, I would sneak home every other day to check everything about my mother: the number of condoms
, the number of birth control pills, the number of sanitary napkins. Fortunately, she always held firm to her bottom line, and Jess's
trick ultimately failed.

However, things finally changed. On a rainy day, I sneaked back home and, as usual, glanced at
the trash can —nothing there.

"Tsk tsk tsk! Looks like she didn't use condoms today!" All 34 boxes and 7 condoms lay neatly in
my mother's bedside table.

"She must have taken her pills!" I laughed, opening the drawer where my mother kept her birth control pills. There were
three pills left, just like yesterday!

"She didn't take her birth control pills either? Ah, she forgot, it's okay, you still have to take the emergency contraceptive!" I forced
myself to calmly find the emergency contraceptive in the drawer. The packaging was intact, not even opened!

I couldn't believe it and ran out of the house—impossible, no matter how much she sluts, no matter how much she likes black dicks
, how could she really have a bastard! Impossible, impossible!

The next day, I returned home. The surveillance video from last night showed that Jess stayed at my house all
night , had sex seven times, and ejaculated inside my mother five times. Now you should at least take some precautions!

Condoms—no use!

Birth control pills—not taken!!

Emergency contraceptive—still unopened!!

"Impossible! Impossible!!!"

The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day!! Every day Jess came home and had sex with her wildly
, ejaculating inside her, but nothing happened, nothing happened, nothing happened!! Everything remained the same!

Mom! Tell me what you're trying to do!!!

Finally, on the seventh day, I was about to prove my theory. The wicked idea that had sprouted in my heart was wrong
. I clearly remembered that this day was Mom's period, and the bloody sanitary napkins were my best medicine! However
, I searched the entire trash can in the bathroom, but there was nothing, nothing at all. She hadn't even touched the sanitary napkins!

"Yeah, maybe it's unstable. I'm overthinking it! I'm overthinking it!" I ridiculously comforted myself.
However, on the fifteenth day, something struck me like a bolt from the blue.

A pregnancy test. I found this used thing in the toilet trash can. Yellow urine was stuck to
my hand, but I didn't care. Two lines mercilessly mocked my naivety and ridiculousness. "Plop," the final verdict fell to the ground. In the struggle with the black man, I had lost my mother
again, after Tingting ! My mother disappeared! I searched for everyone I knew, but no one knew where she went. The police told me that my mother had quit her job, and they couldn't tell me her whereabouts. I returned home dejectedly , but the key I had wouldn't open the door. A mean-spirited woman poked her head out of the house and told me that the house had been sold to her for 3 million, and the owner had supposedly gone abroad. I felt utterly lost, knowing I had completely lost my mother. Though the blood ties remained, I was spiritually severed from her. There's a saying, "When God closes a door, he opens a window." My divorced father in a fit of anger, left the school to start his own business, unexpectedly making a fortune. From him, I received my first capital and began my own endeavors. While the results weren't spectacular, I . Many women appeared in my life, but I rejected them all. The scars left by those two women were too deep, too painful. Then one day, Wen Ting reappeared before me! This woman, seven or eight months pregnant, awkwardly carried a suitcase. Her premarital pregnancy made it impossible stay at school. Jefferson, unwilling to take responsibility, had overheard of my existence and sent her to me. Looking at this shameless woman, I wanted to slap her brazen face, kick her pregnant belly swollen with the black bastard's child, watch her cry and convulse in a pool of blood, watch the little bastard die a bloody death on the cold ground... I married her, I don't know why, but under her reluctance and Jefferson's persuasion, we became husband and wife. I knew she didn't love me; she chose to marry me only so that the bastard in her belly could have a legal identity and live a healthy life with my relatively wealthy assets. In my house, in my family, I became an outsider. Jefferson shamelessly occupied my master bedroom, while I moved into the study . I gave him money, a lot, twenty thousand a month. Only he could comfort this woman I deeply loved, while I could only use the pinhole camera in the master bedroom to watch them make love, and as , to ejaculate all my offspring into thick tissues and then flush them down the toilet. Tingting gave birth. Jefferson had just received the 20,000 yuan I gave him at the beginning of the month and went out to indulge in a life of debauchery , while I waited anxiously outside the delivery room. I will never forget the doctor asking me three times "Are you the father of the child?" My answer was firm and unwavering, "Yes!" Under the doctor's disdainful yet pitying gaze, I saw the mother and child, both healthy and safe. The little black devil was lying on Tingting's breast, suckling at her milk in the way his real father preferred. Everyone in the ward had their eyes on me. I even felt my back burning hot, so I ran away, fled in panic… This dark-skinned, flat-nosed bastard was named Zhou Sen by Tingting. I knew that Sen was actually Jefferson; if it weren't for the law, she might have named him Jason directly. After the birth, Jefferson strictly forbade Tingting from breastfeeding. I knew his intentions very well; only in this way could he get Tingting pregnant with his second child as soon as possible, permanently solidifying his mark in her uterus. Tingting was very obedient. Without Jefferson's orders, she would never breastfeed the little devil named Zhou Sen, no matter how much he cried. In the end, the responsibility of taking care of him fell on my shoulders. While they were in the bedroom, fiercely battling for their next child, I dragged my tired body to breastfeed and change the little devil's diapers. I became the lowest of the low in this family! A month later, when Tingting successfully became pregnant with her second child, I finally learned from Jefferson about my mother's whereabouts . The Guangzhou black gang had been wiped out because of its rampant activities. Many blacks were shot, and a few were sent back to their home countries. Jess was lucky enough to escape punishment and was sent back to Nigeria. My mother also immigrated there and I heard that she now runs a Chinese restaurant and is not having an easy time. I asked him for the address, and two years passed in the blink of an eye. At a high school reunion, I slept with Tingting, who was also drunk. My virginity as her legal husband finally entered the place they had dreamed of. Whether it was a blessing from heaven or not, Tingting's third child was a girl with yellow skin and black hair . I held this little angel in my arms. Although she was born from Tingting's womb, which had already conceived two black bastards, the feeling of blood connection still moved me deeply. Unfortunately, Fangting felt defiled and had a big fight with me. That black man, Jefferson, came to my door and broke one of my legs and two ribs, as if he were the poor husband who had been cuckolded . I spent a full 500,000 yuan to get rid of his harassment. From then on, I became a stranger in Fangting's eyes. Because my body was severely deformed after giving birth to three children, it was difficult for Jefferson to be interested in me. Now, he was only focused on those two bastards. Speaking of Jefferson, I heard he'd found a new prey, a beautiful female university professor. He smugly told me he'd secretly punched holes in the condoms, sure enough, he'd get the poor woman pregnant. I couldn't deny it. This strange yet harmonious life continued for five years. Finally, one day I made up my mind and flew to Nigeria with my xx-year-old daughter. The address in my hand was long since faded, but I knew its contents by heart. Luckily, in a run-down Chinese restaurant, I spotted my mother's back. Years of hardship had made her overweight. She was heavily pregnant, surrounded by five or six light-skinned children, spooning rice , muttering in a dialect I couldn't understand. Her former beauty was gone. I sighed and, when she wasn't looking, slipped a thick wad of US dollars onto the counter. This was the last thing I could do. To meet again, I must...

As if forgetting.

On the plane back, my xx-year-old daughter lay in my arms.

"Daddy, Daddy, what does 'fucking' mean?"

"Where did you hear that from?"

"Jefferson Daddy said it. He and Mommy are fucking when they hug each other, and he says 'fucking my
mommy's pussy' while he's moving. What does that mean?"

"Hmm, it means he loves you!"

"Really, Daddy? When Jefferson Daddy and Mommy are fucking, he lets me touch his two big balls. They
're round and so fun! Sometimes Zhou Fo and Zhou Sen let me touch their balls and sticks too. Zhou
Sen even licked my pee spot, it tickled so much!"

Touching my daughter's head, through her eyes I seemed to see Fang Ting smiling at me as a child.

"That's because they love you, my daughter!"

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