Mature woman raped by migrant worker

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In a newly opened apartment building, a woman in her fifties was hanging out her underwear to dry. All of them were styles inappropriate for her age—too thin, too bright, too avant-garde—but she didn't seem to notice. Her panties were all lace, some with heart-shaped or other lace trim at the waistband, and unlike ordinary thongs, they had two thin straps holding them together. There were also some demi-cup or other types of lace bras. Although these were new, she was already wearing them. However, she didn't notice several migrant workers doing renovations in the neighboring building, staring intently in her direction. Having not seen a woman in a long time while working far from home, their eyes were fixed on her. They couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but they could clearly see her attire and movements.

The woman wore a low-cut yellow cotton blouse, and her breasts, large enough to put many young women to shame, stood proudly beneath it. As she bent down to pick up her clothes, a short, thin silver chain around her neck glittered in the sunlight. Not many people wear silver jewelry with such an effect; the more one wears it, the duller the silver chain becomes.

Unlike most middle-aged women with short, permed hair, she had medium-length hair, styled in a bun at the back of her head. The gleaming silver chain rested on her snow-white breasts, and a silver pendant hung above her cleavage, creating a harmonious look.

Her white midi skirt only reached her upper thighs, and flesh-colored pantyhose clung tightly to her voluptuous legs. A pair of white, open-toed high-heeled sandals with yellow-green patterns adorned her slender feet. As she squatted down to put her clothes on the hanger, her full breasts were squeezed into two mounds, her buttocks slightly raised, and she half-knelt, her delicate feet in stockings pointing outwards—the whole pose was incredibly alluring.

The migrant workers there hadn't tasted meat for months. Their wives were said to work in nearby factories, though that was just a claim; they might be prostitutes. Their wages were low, making it impossible for them to frequently visit prostitutes. But whenever they found a prostitute from their own province, they felt a pang of fear—were their wives also prostitutes?

They'd been working in this building complex for a while now, and quite a few residents had moved in. Many of those coming and going were people who left early and returned late, but the only person they saw regularly was this woman. Many of the residents were middle-class. This particular family consisted of three: the husband frequently traveled for work, and even when he wasn't, he'd return very late at night. Their son was usually not home either; only the wife was at home.

Why did I know all this so clearly? Because I was the young master of this house. My father and I often traveled for work, and I lived in our city apartment, only occasionally returning there. My mother had retired and lived here.

"Mom, I'm going out. I won't be back to sleep tonight; I'll sleep at the old house." "Okay, but don't drink too much," my mother replied.

Usually, when I was busy with work or out late with friends, I stayed in our city apartment. If my father was away on business, I always made sure to come home. But I never imagined that my not coming home that night would trigger a series of events. Lately, my mother's emotions have been quite unstable, and I was too busy with work to notice until the renovations of the house next door were completed.

While I was still completely baffled, I found a condom under my bed. Initially, I didn't believe my mother was having an affair, but after some unusual questioning, I learned the whole story.

It was on the night I wasn't home that my mother began a night of debauchery, and she continued this pattern for the next few weeks.

Around 6 PM, my mother was cooking alone in the kitchen, sighing helplessly at the thought of being home alone again.

"Hey beautiful, why are you sighing?" a voice came from behind. "Who are you?" My mother turned around, realizing that an unidentified person had entered the house. "It's not me, it's us!" When Mom turned around completely, she realized that there wasn't one person behind her, but four. They were covered in dust and paint, clearly construction workers or decorators from the neighborhood. They were wearing women's stockings over their heads, obviously trying to avoid being recognized. Just

as Mom reached for something, one of the shorter men, with a beard, moved, grabbing the knife she was trying to reach. He then pulled her hands and braced her feet against the sink, rendering her unable to move.

A young man who had been standing idly by seemed to have discovered something amazing. He found a package wrapped in tissues in the trash can. He slowly unwrapped the tissues, revealing a condom smeared with semen. "Am I right? I just saw that old man from the next room come here and be intimate with this old slut," the young man said, holding the condom up to Mom.

At that moment, the oldest man walked over to Mom. "Madam, don't move, or I don't know what will happen," the old man said lewdly.

The mother was still struggling in vain, but the two men holding her were too strong; she couldn't budge them. But when the condom was taken out, she finally stopped struggling. The old man was now pressed against her, his right hand stroking her face with his fingers, a lewd smile on his face. "Whatever you want, I can give you, as long as you let me go," the mother stammered, terrified.

"Really? You can give us anything, huh?" The old man pulled down the stocking over his head; it was indeed one of the construction workers from the next room. "This is what I want." The old man's hand reached down and lightly touched the mother's lower abdomen.

"Boss, are we just going to let this slut get away with this?" one of the middle-aged men asked as he took off his stocking.

“Anyway, we’re currently doing renovations for Mr. Li (the old man in the next room). If we give this to him, he’ll have to pay back all the money he’s withheld from us. I’ll even make him pay double.” The old man said, his face turning vicious.

“Won’t there be any loose ends?” another middle-aged man asked.

“No, the house is almost finished. I’ll take the money and leave immediately. Anyway, the construction for this building is complete, and Old Li can’t find us. As long as we tell him about this, he’ll definitely pay.” The old man said confidently to the middle-aged man. “Please let me go, this has nothing to do with me.” The mother began to plead with the old man.

“You? No way. I have to charge some interest on this. Since you’re his mistress, I’ll charge you this little bit.” The old man’s hand had already reached down and was stroking the mother’s stockinged legs.

At this moment, the young man opened the mother’s wallet that had been on the table, and the old man immediately stopped him.

“Don’t touch this lady’s money. I keep my word.” The old man stopped the young man.

"Uncle, no, boss, guess how old this woman is?" The young man realized he'd mispronounced the old man's name and quickly corrected himself.

"Her, forty-three or forty-four, I guess. Women that age are the most fun. They say women in their thirties are like tigers, and in their forties like wolves," the old man said with a smile.

"Boss, look at this woman's ID card. She was born in 1950, so she

's fifty-four. Look at your eyes," the young man said smugly to the old man. "Really? She's so well-preserved. Those underwear aren't for someone in their fifties," the middle-aged man to the left of his mother craned his neck to see her ID card.

The young man placed his ID card in front of the middle-aged man, who examined it closely.

"I never expected

you to be so well-preserved, still wearing those lingerie only prostitutes wear," the middle-aged man, holding the mother's hand, exclaimed. "Please, just let me go. I'm so old, don't take it anymore," the mother pleaded, sensing their

seriousness. "A fifty-year-old woman can still sit on the ground and suck up dirt. Let us try Old Li's woman too. You serve us, and I won't tell your family. Is that fair?" the old man said to the mother with a smile.

The old man pulled up the mother's skirt, rubbing his face against her thighs, inhaling her fragrance. Meanwhile, the two middle-aged men on either side of the mother released one hand and reached for her large breasts, squeezing them forcefully.

"Ah...gentle...don't be too rough...it hurts..." the mother cried out, but her cries were short-lived, as the young man had already grabbed her chin and forced her tongue in.

“Boss, she smells so good, much better than that woman at home.” The middle-aged man on the left had already let go of his mother’s hand. He was grabbing her breast with one hand while his other hand was already pulling down his pants, revealing his erect penis.

The old man who had been sucking on his mother’s thigh left several rows of teeth marks and countless drops of saliva on her stockings before standing up. He pulled his mother’s hair, which was piled on her head, and led her towards her room. He pulled down his pants as he walked, but didn’t take off his underwear. The three men followed him into his mother’s room, occasionally touching her buttocks and large breasts, grabbing them hard before letting go. Once

in the room, the old man pulled his mother to kneel by the bed, while he sat on the edge of the bed. “Come on, lick me.” The old man pointed to his genitals and pulled his clothes off his head, revealing only his ribs on his upper body.

“Boss, you can do this too?” one of the middle-aged men said to the old man.

“I saw this in the movie theater, let this slut try it out for me. Come on, suck it.” The old man pulled his mother’s head, and she pressed her hands to the ground, only using her mouth to suck on the tip of the old man’s still limp penis.

The young man walked to the home theater in his mother’s room, opened the DVD player, and looked at it as if he had discovered a new continent.

“Boss, this machine has porn.” It turned out that the DVD in the machine was the one his parents had watched last night to enhance their mood. “Come on, let’s turn it on and take a look.” The two middle-aged men wanted to find something to distract themselves because they didn’t have any women to play with.

The young man turned on the DVD, which was a top-tier foreign film. It showed five or six people surrounding a woman, who was kneeling on the ground, holding two penises in her hands and another in her mouth, while someone behind her was fondling her large breasts.

The two middle-aged men walked to the mother’s side, took her hands, and placed them on their respective penises. The young man also knelt behind his mother, reaching his hands from below to the front of her, and grasping her large breasts.

The old man watched as the young man's hands moved incessantly inside his mother's clothes. Her already large breasts were deformed under his grasp, and the dark red lace bra covering her breasts was gradually revealed through the yellow low-cut cotton blouse.

The old man greedily stared at his mother's increasingly exposed breasts. Her yellow-green patterned open-toed high-heeled sandals were still on her feet. Her buttocks and thighs, exposed by her skirt being pulled up, were being touched by two middle-aged men. The young man's large penis was erect, pressed against his mother's buttocks, which were still clad in pantyhose. He deliberately pressed it against her buttocks, moving it up and down. One of his hands, which had been holding her breasts, had moved to her ankles, gently stroking her heels, which were inches from the heels of her yellow-green patterned open-toed high-heeled sandals.

The old man held his mother's head, pressing it forcefully against his hips. His mother opened her mouth wide, trying her best to suck the engorged, fishy-smelling penis into her mouth. Her buttocks were constantly thrusting, rubbing against the young man's penis. The young man cooperated by pressing his lower abdomen against his mother's back, thrusting his buttocks forcefully through her pantyhose.

"Ouch..." The young man shuddered; being young, he couldn't quite handle it. His first thick ejaculation landed entirely on the crotch of his mother's pantyhose.

Both middle-aged men's penises were fully erect under the mother's ministrations. The old man pulled his mother's hands away and pulled up her yellow, low-cut cotton blouse, removing it. Her nipples were exposed outside her bra, one shoulder strap hanging loosely from her arm as she removed her outer garment, the other loosely draped over her shoulder.

The young man's semen had already flowed down his thighs, mixing with the old man's saliva, leaving his thighs completely wet.

The tall, middle-aged man and the young man reached out and began to caress the mother's buttocks. They spread her legs wide, tearing her pantyhose in two, revealing dark red lace panties tied at the waist with two thin straps. This further aroused their lust. The young man, indeed young, had regained some of his erection after ejaculation.

The woman on the television was now asleep in bed. The old man, naked, sat in the center of the bed. The plump, middle-aged man pulled the mother's skirt down from her waist and gestured for her to get on the bed. The mother was now only wearing a bra and panties; her pantyhose were now like garters, with only a few unripped strips connecting them to her thighs.

The mother was about to kick off her yellow-green patterned open-toed high-heeled slippers when the old man stopped her, because he had seen foreign women in the DVDs also wearing shoes while being sexually assaulted.

"Sleep in bed like her, you hear me?" The old man said, slapping the mother's bottom and pointing at the woman on TV. The mother's bottom immediately turned red.

The mother had no choice but to lie on her side on the bed like the woman on TV. Because of the pressure between the bed and her arm, her bra seemed even looser. Her small feet, clad in open-toed high-heeled slippers, were held and kissed and sucked by the fat middle-aged man. The young man placed the mother's head on his lap and put his penis to her mouth. The mother had no choice but to suck it in.

The old man then pulled down the mother's panties, put one of her legs on his shoulder, and guided his penis to the entrance of her vagina, while the panties hung on the leg that was on his shoulder. He smelled the mother's panties, then thrust in hard.

"Mmm...oh...mmm..." The mother's mouth was blocked, and she could only hum indistinctly through her nose.

The tall, middle-aged man unhooked the front-opening bra of the mother, finally freeing her breasts completely. Her disheveled hair rolled across the young man's thighs; her previously styled hair was now just a single bun on her head, the surrounding hair loose and disheveled.

"This bitch, so tight down there, such a big ass," the eldest man said, thrusting forcefully forward while holding the mother's waist.

The tall, middle-aged man sucked on the mother's nipple, biting hard every now and then, then sucking the breast in completely before biting down again. It was obvious his mouth couldn't take in the entire breast, only a portion.

"City women's feet are so different from my mother's, so much softer," the man kissing the mother's legs said, licking the insteps of her feet, which were peeking out from her high-heeled slippers. The mother could only curl her toes to reduce the tickling sensation. “Fine, if you won’t suck me, then you suck mine.” The man knelt on the bed, side by side with the young man, turning the mother around so she was lying face down with her elbows on the bed. The mother was being fucked from behind by the old man.

Two penises were placed side by side in front of the mother, while the tall middle-aged man lay down beneath her, pressing her large breasts against his penis, performing a blowjob in her cleavage.

“You little bitch, if you won’t suck me, I want you to lick me.” The middle-aged man pushed his penis into the mother’s mouth, thrusting it forward forcefully. The young man stopped at this point, watching his mother being fucked by three men.

"Is my penis big or not? Tell me." The middle-aged man pulled his penis out of the mother's mouth, pulling her head upwards, forcing her to look at him and answer.

"Big, very big..." The mother, having gotten a brief rest, had no choice but to satisfy his desire, saying that his penis was big.

The old man, from behind, held the mother's buttocks and thrust hard, the slapping sounds incessant. The mother, no longer having a penis in her mouth, cried out.

"Oh...oh...um...gently...don't be so hard...ah...gently...ah..." The mother's cries mingled with the woman on the television, the room filled with the mother's real moans and groans and the exaggerated screams of the woman on TV.

The old man finally couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated inside the mother's vagina. He collapsed onto the bed. At that moment, the woman on TV fell on top of a man, the man's penis not inside her vagina, but inside her anus. Several people found this strange and tried to imitate the mother. "No...no...it can't be there...it won't do..." When the mother felt the young man's penis rubbing and exploring around her anus, she understood their intentions.

"Why not?" The fat middle-aged man held the mother's breasts, squeezing his penis between them tightly. He ignored everything else, using the mother's breasts against his penis. As he thrust forward, he pressed the mother's head down as much as possible, the tip of his penis pressing against the mother's lips. The young man had already placed his penis at the entrance of the mother's anus, and with the mixture of the mother's and the old man's bodily fluids, he gritted his teeth and slowly pushed it in.

"Ah...it hurts so much...oh God...no...oh...I'm going to die..." The mother was in so much pain from being fucked from behind that she was incoherent.

"Old bitch, really deflowering me, ah...it's so tight..." the young man also cried out. The mother gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, her head slamming backward against the young man's shoulder. The fat, middle-aged man, who had initially intended to shove his penis into her mouth, now hesitated, fearing she would bite it. The tall man, meanwhile, held the mother's legs tightly and thrust his penis into her vagina. The four men formed a peculiar arrangement. The fat, middle-aged man, sandwiched between the mother's large breasts, ejaculated, spraying semen onto her chest and face, some even getting into her hair.

Below, the tall, middle-aged man, kneeling on the bed with his hands on the mother's legs, thrust forward forcefully, while the young man behind him held her legs from behind.

Both men wanted to spread the mother's vagina as wide as possible for penetration; the mother was like a doll. Caught between two men,

one in front and one behind, they worked tirelessly, their bodies barely touching each other's sides. The scent of semen mingled with the woman's vaginal fluids, her sweat and perfume, the combined aromas of both men and women, along with the man's heavy breathing, the woman's moans, and the sounds of pornography playing from the DVD, creating a scene of utter obscenity. "Go easy, I can't take it anymore..." the mother's voice trembled with exhaustion. The young man lay completely down, making his mother kneel on his penis. He gazed at his naked mother, slapping her buttocks repeatedly. He occasionally stroked her small feet, still clad in yellow-green patterned open-toed high-heeled slippers, as they rested on the bed. The taller man thrust his penis into the mother's mouth, bending down to fondle her large breasts. Finally, he, too, couldn't hold back any longer.

"I'm coming too... ah... ahh..." When Mom felt him about to ejaculate, she tried to spit out his penis, but he held her head, and all the semen shot into her mouth.

"Mmm...mmm..." Mom couldn't make a sound because her head was being held.

The young man who had been playing with Mom's beautiful feet, having already ejaculated once, could last longer in her tight anus, but he couldn't hold on any longer. He released his grip on her feet and groped her body and breasts haphazardly, finally holding her buttocks tightly and ejaculating his second load of semen into her anus.

All night, Mom was relentlessly fucked by the combined efforts of these men until they were all too weak to get an erection and Mom collapsed onto the bed like a puddle of mud. Only then did they get dressed, grab my home phone number, and leave.

[The End]

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