Abusive mother

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I'm 36 years old. My husband died in a car accident two years ago, leaving a large insurance payout to my 18-year-old son and me—enough to live comfortably for the rest of our lives. So, I happily stayed home as a carefree housewife. But one day, while tidying my son's room, I found some novels.
"My God!" What are these?! I randomly opened a few books on his bookshelf, and the pages were filled with images of penises, breasts, and vaginal fluid. Although I knew my son was a poor student, I didn't care because the money was enough for him to live on for a lifetime. I never imagined he'd be spending all his energy on these things. I'm determined to give him a good talking to when I get home, but my 18-year-old son is very precocious; I probably can't physically discipline him. It seems I'll have to resort to education. To educate him, I need to understand his mindset; maybe reading these will help.
I opened a book called "Incestuous Mother and Son," and oh my god, the explicit language made me blush. Slowly, my vagina became hot and itchy, and my hand unconsciously reached down, digging and scratching. Since my husband's death, I've been lonely and restless every night, and masturbation has become more and more frequent. Almost every morning, my labia and clitoris are red and swollen. The incestuous scenes in the book made me think of my son. What was he doing and thinking while reading? He must have been rubbing his penis, not just his dick, but the crude words made me wet even more. My son is precocious; every morning when I wake him, I see his erect penis pushing against the blanket. Did he think of me while reading? I think he did. No wonder his eyes are always so wild when he reads. If he knew his mother was so lewd, would he really commit incest with me? The thought of my son's big penis penetrating my dirty, lewd vagina made my body tense, and my waist arched violently—I was about to climax!
"I'm home!!!" Oh my god, it's already evening, and my son is home from school. What if he sees me like this?! But the climax is coming right away. My hand, as if on cue, is rubbing my swollen clitoris, which is about the size of a peanut, even harder. Hearing my son's footsteps coming up the stairs, the pleasure of fearing exposure washes over me again. Ah…!!! I bite my lip hard, and finally, I climax… I hurriedly close my book, not even having time to put it back, and throw it aside. I quickly stand up and head towards the door. "…You're back…?…I'll cook right away."
Oh my god, why is my son looking at me like that? His initial surprise at seeing me has turned into a beastly gaze. It's not the look a son gives his mother, but the look a man gives a woman, full of conquest and contempt, like he's looking at his own possession. Oh my god, I can't stay any longer. After the climax, my legs feel like they don't belong to me. I struggle past my son and down the stairs. Will he smell the scent of my vaginal fluid? I think I can smell it myself. I glance up at the large mirror at the corner of the stairs. My God!! My white house shorts were soaked with vaginal fluid, the sticky discharge from my orgasm slowly trickling down my inner thighs. My large breasts, braless, were practically bursting out, and my tight-fitting top was already drenched in sweat, making my two still-erect nipples clearly visible, almost down to the milk ducts. My face flushed even more, and I quickened my pace downstairs to the kitchen, trying to convince myself that maybe my son hadn't noticed his mother's lewd behavior. Oh God, that's right! My bra!! My bra was still in my son's room. Maybe he wouldn't find it, but how could that be! How could I face my son after behaving so lewdly? It seems I don't need to discipline him anymore; it's me who needs to be disciplined. But being naked and committing incest in front of my son really excited me, and I came again…! I'm such a lewd woman, a negligent mother.
In the chaos, I quickly prepared a simple meal. "...Son...time to eat..." I truly had no face left to play the role of a virtuous wife and loving mother. Hearing my son's footsteps coming downstairs, I couldn't help but look up, barely meeting his gaze. Disdain, utter disdain! My son was looking at me with contempt, as if I were a shameless street prostitute, a plaything. God, it's over, he must have found out. My bra, his book, the chair—there must still be my vaginal fluid on them. How could I be a mother?! Following my son's gaze, I looked down—oh no...I had completely forgotten to change my clothes. My bra was still uselessly stuck to my breasts, my shorts were still wet with vaginal fluid, and the stains on my inner thighs stretched all the way to my ankles. I hurriedly sat down, desperately trying to hide it. In my panic, I didn't see my son's mocking and teasing smile.
Dinner felt like an eternity. I spent almost the entire evening hiding my face behind my bowl, even though I knew it exposed my large breasts to my son's view. But I couldn't bear to face his gaze. What would he think of me, his wanton mother? Would he still see me as his mother? Would he treat me the same way he used to? What was he doing now? Was he staring at my breasts? Were they satisfied with them? They weren't as firm as a young woman's, but they hadn't sagged, especially considering their size. Perhaps my son disliked that my nipples and areolas were too big? What would I do if he wanted to have sex with me now? I probably wouldn't resist. The incestuous thrill made my juices gush out like a bursting river, probably spilling everywhere. God, what was I doing? A mother fantasizing about sex in front of her son, her own son! A shameless, wanton woman. I kept rubbing my legs together, masturbating in front of my son, the exposure and shame over me. Suddenly, my uterus convulsed violently. God, I was about to orgasm! No! My last shred of decency told me I couldn't lose face in front of my son any longer. I forced myself to distract myself, but his erect penis and disdainful gaze were almost too much for me. "I'm done eating, 'Mom'!" Hearing him come upstairs, I finally succumbed to the long-awaited climax and collapsed onto the table. I had no time to process what my son meant by those last words, "Mom."
Sunlight woke me. Staring at the ceiling, naked, I wished yesterday's events were all a dream, but the still-slightly aching vulva told me it was all so real. Last night I masturbated almost all night. Looking at my still swollen labia minora, my clitoris swollen like a peanut and unable to retract, and the almost completely soaked sheets, I couldn't help but smile bitterly to myself. When did I become so lewd? Or was it just something I was born with and hadn't noticed before? Why was this happening? Did I really enjoy incest and exhibitionism? Why could my son's disdainful gaze give me an orgasm? Was I a born pervert? I thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so I gave up! Yesterday's shorts and cute outfit are too big to wear anymore, so I just grabbed a pair of pajamas and went to make breakfast!
Breakfast was ready, time to wake my son. Standing at his bedroom door again, I hesitated. I was still afraid to see him, afraid he'd leave me because he looked down on me. Sigh, I could only hope he'd forgive my momentary lapse. "Son..." I gently pushed open the door, and the scene before me froze. My son lay on the bed like a statue of David, the only difference being that this "David's" penis was erect and towering. It was huge! I was even a little proud of him now, probably nine inches, as thick as a teacup. I'd only ever seen something like this in American porn. Composing myself, I quietly walked to his bedside. He was still asleep, so adorable. I couldn't let him leave me. Following his cute smiling face, I couldn't help but look down. He already had chest and abdominal muscles; he'd really grown strong, like a real man. But what followed convinced me even more that he had a penis over an inch long. A closer look was even more astonishing; the glans was like an egg, swollen and purplish-red, with prominent veins. If that thing entered my body, I definitely wouldn't be able to bear it. My vagina has always been narrow and shallow; even his father's four-inch penis could fit into my uterus. It would definitely leak if it did. What was I thinking? Imagining my own son's penis inside my uterus! God, when I came to my senses, I found myself kneeling between my son's legs, my nose almost touching his glans. I should leave and wake him up. Yes, I should do that, but his purplish-red glans and the strong masculine scent mixed with urine held me firmly in place. I am such a lewd woman, a complete pervert, actually liking my son's penis and unable to extricate myself. Maybe...maybe my son hasn't woken up yet. He usually sleeps very soundly. I slowly stuck out the tip of my tongue and licked the head of his penis. It was dry, but burning hot. This heat almost set me ablaze too. I rubbed his still-red clitoris with my fingers again. Drops of vaginal fluid were already dripping onto my son's bed. What would my son think if he saw this? Oh well, whatever. Let him know his mother's true nature. He has a lewd and shameless mother! The feeling of depravity excited me even more. I finally made up my mind and took my son's head into my mouth. My God, just the head of his penis almost filled my mouth. To be honest, I had never given a man oral sex before, but my lewd nature made me quickly know what to do. I licked the head of his penis in circles with my tongue. This was really difficult because the head of his penis almost filled my entire mouth. Sticky liquid was flowing from the urethral opening. It was a little bitter, but it strongly stimulated my taste buds, making me almost dizzy. My fingers moved faster and faster, my vagina grew hotter and hotter, and my nipples swelled and ached. I really wanted to go back to my room and masturbate properly, but I couldn't bear to give up this delicious cock. Suddenly, the cock in my mouth trembled violently, and a stream of hot, thick fluid hit my palate. My son had ejaculated. My own son had ejaculated in his mother's mouth! This shame and incestuous stimulation brought me to another climax... When I woke up, I found my son staring at me with that contemptuous look in his eyes. My heart skipped a beat. Did he know about my shameless act? Oh no... "Mom, are you alright? Didn't you sleep well last night...? How did you faint here?" The weight on my heart finally lifted. He didn't know. I was about to answer him when I realized the semen was still in my mouth, making it impossible to open my mouth. But I didn't want to swallow it, so I could only nod haphazardly. The semen had cooled down, sticky, and had a slightly fishy smell, which was a bit disgusting, but I didn't hate it. On the contrary, the feeling of humiliation excited me. Lost in thought, I left my son's room, savoring his semen. My tongue curled up, letting the semen slide between my tongue and palate, as if afraid it would dissipate and I wouldn't be able to spit it out. "Mom! Come eat!" My son pushed me to the table. Unable to refuse, I reluctantly sat down. "Here, Mom!" My son handed me a glass of milk. Good heavens, I almost thought he was doing it on purpose, but his expression was so natural. I had no choice but to take the milk. The scalding milk and the slightly cold semen went down my throat together, like swallowing someone else's phlegm. Thinking about it, I gagged involuntarily. My son, seeing my expression, finally ate his meal with satisfaction. As for me, I had no appetite at all.
My son finally went to school, and I started cleaning the rooms, as usual, finishing his room last. Standing at the door, thinking about what happened that morning, I felt ashamed of myself. How could I have done such a thing—giving my son oral sex and then collapsing into his groin after an orgasm? Sigh… I pushed open the door and was surprised to find the room unusually tidy. Just as I was about to leave, I glanced at my son's bed and what I saw made me gasp. A pool of glaring liquid was on the neatly made bed. Oh my god, it was my morning's vaginal fluid. Next to it was my bra from yesterday. So he knew everything. Thinking this, I felt a strange sense of relief; it seemed my son hadn't wanted to leave me because of my promiscuity. There seemed to be something inside the bra. I picked it up, feeling a cool sensation in my palm—it was my son's semen. He had masturbated with his mother's bra yesterday. Oh my god, so much! It almost filled half the bra. This morning's was just a drop in the ocean. Thinking of the semen from this morning, my vagina involuntarily contracted a few times; the damned vaginal fluid was flowing out again. I don't know how I have so much vaginal fluid. Smelling the pungent, fishy smell, I couldn't help but greedily swallow the semen my son had left behind. This time it was so cold, so disgusting, but it also made me feel ashamed and aroused. Only after licking it clean did I turn away, satisfied. The metallic taste in my mouth gave me a strange sense of pleasure. This was my son's semen. My son was feeding his shameless, lewd mother with his semen… Wait… under the bra was a videotape and a note: “After watching the video, there’s something you want under my bed.” Filled with curiosity, I started watching the video. Good heavens, what is this? “The Rules of Sex Slavery”! A woman wearing only an apron was serving a child about my son’s age. Why did he give me this? Where did this damn Japanese video come from? No way, could it be that my son wants me to do what’s in the video? Watching the woman on TV, being humiliated and abused by her master—perhaps her master was also her son—this thought surprisingly excited me. After watching the video, I finally knew what my son wanted me to do, because under the bed I found a large box containing dildos of various sizes, whips, handcuffs, and many other things I couldn’t even imagine what they were for. What should I do? I am a mother, but a wanton mother, a mother whose wanton nature has been discovered by my son. Thinking of the contempt and mockery in his eyes, I know that in his eyes I am no longer a mother, but a woman, a shameless, lewd woman waiting to be played with. Son! I know what to do. I will abandon my maternal dignity, follow my wanton nature, and become my son's sex slave. Son, I will use my cunt, my breasts, my mouth, everything I have to satisfy you.
Having made up my mind, I felt much lighter and happier. I took off my clothes and picked up the maid's uniform from the box. It seemed to be a size too small, the top making my breasts look high and firm. Although I was a little short of breath, the feeling of returning to my youth excited me. The small apron barely covered my thick pubic hair, making me almost afraid to move. My completely naked back and buttocks were exposed to the air, and this wanton feeling made me tremble. Oh, right, there was one more important thing. I picked out the smallest penis from the box and inserted it into my vagina. Even though I was already overflowing with lust, it still made me gasp. This smallest one was still 4 inches long, and since my vagina is shallow, it almost reached my cervix. I took two deep breaths and slowly walked towards the door. I wasn't used to having something so large inside my vagina; my legs felt almost impossible to touch. I couldn't ignore the large thing inside my vagina because of the excessive vaginal fluid. With each step, the dildo would slip out a bit, forcing me to contract my anus to pull it back in, as if I were masturbating myself. Every time the dildo reached my cervix, my heart skipped a beat. The mirror in the hallway startled me. A middle-aged woman, her eyes filled with desire, wore a tight black top that accentuated her enormous breasts. I never imagined my breasts could be so impressive. A flat stomach, a black dildo peeking out from under a black skirt with white trim, its length fluctuating with my breath. Two glistening trails of fluid flowed from the inside of her long, white legs. Was this me? I never thought I could be so beautiful. It seemed I was truly suited to be a wanton woman.
In the midst of continuous orgasms, I miraculously managed to safely prepare dinner—a true miracle. Sitting at the table, I simply didn't have the strength to stand up anymore. Looking at the wetness that covered my legs, as if I had just come out of the water, oh my god, there was a shiny trail of wetness on the floor where I walked. What if my son saw this? But I really didn't have the strength to clean it up. I'd just let it be and let my son see how lewd his mother was.
Hearing the garage door open, I knew my son was home. Suddenly, I remembered my identity: I was my son's sex slave. How could I not greet my master? I struggled to my feet and walked with difficulty to the door. Then I heard the key unlock the door. I hurriedly knelt down. I didn't know why I did this, but I thought maybe my son would prefer his mother like this. Kneeling down, I realized how pathetic I had made myself. The sudden kneeling caused the dildo to slip out more from my vagina, its dark, shiny appearance made by my vaginal fluids contrast with my pale thighs—a grotesque and obscene sight. "Not bad, you slutty mother, you're learning fast!" My son slowly squatted in front of me, lifting my chin and forcing me to look him in the eye. Was this still the way a son looked at his mother?! I knew from this moment on, I had truly lost my identity as a mother. A new life had been born—my son's sex slave. "You look really beautiful today, but what are you doing now?" My son's words left me speechless. It felt as if I had deliberately dressed like this to seduce him. Sigh, wasn't that it? I'm so lewd, it's no wonder my son looks down on me. "Son, forgive me, your mother is a lewd woman, unworthy to be your mother. From today onwards, I am your...sex slave." "That's not right, you're my mother! How could you possibly listen to anything I say?" "Well..." I didn't know what to do. "Maybe you can give me a guarantee...!" My son led me step by step, the embarrassment making me lose the ability to think. I desperately wanted to escape this situation and get my son to accept the new me. "Okay, but how?"
"If you're willing, you can come with me." My son got up and walked towards his room without looking back. I tried to stand up and follow, but my legs wouldn't obey me. Gritting my teeth, I could only crawl upstairs like a dog, listening to the dripping sound of my juices on the floor, looking at my snow-white buttocks in the mirror, my swollen, red, swollen labia holding that thick, shiny black penis. My lewdness made me almost think I'd rather be dead. Thinking about the unknown fate that awaits me, I feel somewhat lost, but this feeling of being controlled by others also excites me.
I was almost upstairs. Even though it was just a short flight of stairs, today it tormented me along with the penis inside my vagina, feeling like it would never end. But I was about to climax again. I don't know how many times this had happened. My vagina, starved for two years, was finally filled today, giving me a good, satisfying feeling. My breathing became increasingly rapid. I hoped I could reach the top and climax again, at least so I wouldn't fall. "Hey!" my son said, looking at me. But there was a running V8 between us. God, was this what he wanted?! "Mom, can you tell me why you're dressed like this? Are you trying to seduce your son?" I had no choice; I had to go all in! "Yes, Mom is seducing you because Mom is actually a slutty woman. From now on, I'm no longer your mother. I belong to you. Everything I have is yours. You are my master, and I will obey your orders unconditionally. Please give me this chance, please accept your perverted mother's vile demands." Humiliated tears dripped onto the floor, while hot, sticky vaginal fluid also dripped from my soaked pubic hair. "How do I know you did it willingly, my dear mother?" God, is this torment not over yet?! The humiliation and the flashing camera pushed me to the peak of pleasure. I used my last strength to climb to the second-floor floor. "Look, son, this is your mother's guarantee of loyalty!" Without hesitation, I rolled up my skirt, completely exposing my most intimate parts to my son and the camera. I spread my legs wide, my uterus convulsed violently, and a stream of hot liquid gushed from my vagina, even pushing out the large dildo, which arced in a bright parabola through the air. At the same time, immense pleasure filled my brain. A thought flashed through my mind, and I fainted. "I lost control of my bladder in front of my son." In my sleep, familiar pleasure surged from my vagina again, wave after wave, while my breasts throbbed with intense pain, my nipples feeling as if they were being pulled off. Slowly opening my eyes... I found myself in a long-abandoned basement. No wonder my limbs felt bound; my hands were tied behind my back, my calves and thighs were folded together, and three ropes binding my hands and feet were tied to a loop, leaving me hanging face down in mid-air. The pleasure in my vagina came from an electric dildo, which I guessed was much larger than the previous one, as it was constantly rubbing against my cervix. Even though I was hanging there, the pleasure it gave me made me twitch and tremble uncontrollably, but with each movement, my breasts would ache terribly. I didn't know what my son had done to me, or where he was! "Awake?!" My son appeared in the doorway like a ghost. "My slutty mother, your pussy feels good now! Do you know what this is?" My son held up a transparent disposable cup filled with a slightly cloudy, sticky liquid. I shook my head in confusion. "Mom, this is your own vaginal fluid!" "Haha, oh my god, this is the first time I've seen so much vaginal fluid, and it's all my own! I knew I had a lot of vaginal fluid yesterday, but I didn't expect it to be so considerable when collected." "You must be thirsty after so many orgasms. Come on, drink this. From now on, this will be your morning tea." My son picked up a straw and inserted it into the cup. I knew it was inevitable, so I resignedly opened my mouth, took the straw in, and slowly sucked my own vaginal fluid. It wasn't bad. Having experienced eating semen, I naturally finished the cup. I wasn't embarrassed anymore; I had completely abandoned my self-respect in front of my son. "Alright, I'm going to school now." My son looked at me with satisfaction and lowered me to his waist. He already knew what to do. I was waiting for this moment to arrive. To be honest, I was really looking forward to it. "Waiting for what? Don't you have any slave nature at all? Use your mouth to unzip the zipper!" "I stuck out my tongue and licked the zipper. The cold, metallic taste gave me a feeling of slavery. The zipper was open, and my son wasn't wearing underwear. But because his precious cock was so big, even with the zipper open, it couldn't be released. I had no idea what to do. All I could think about was quickly tasting my son's delicious cock, letting it fill my filthy mouth. I stretched my tongue out to try and lick the cock still inside his pants, but how could I possibly muster the strength to do that while it was hanging in mid-air? I saw a lewd middle-aged woman hanging naked in the air, a screeching sound coming from her cunt. She was trying to stick out her tongue to chase after a huge cock, her own son's cock. What an obscene scene!" Haha... "My son looked at my clumsy appearance and laughed wildly, "Give it to me, please, master, let your filthy slave, your lewd mother, eat your big cock!" "Please..." I've lost my mind due to lust; carnal desire is what matters most to me right now. "Alright, here you go, dear mother, for your son's big cock. Let me see your oral skills." With that, he unbuttoned his jeans, and instantly, my son's enormous cock, which I'd been dreaming of, slapped against my face. Of course, I didn't hesitate to take the huge glans into my mouth. It tasted so good; the strong masculine scent made me feel so good to be a woman. Suddenly, without warning, my son grabbed my hair, abruptly stopped, and his nine-inch cock shoved completely into my throat. Oh my god, I almost suffocated. I could even feel this terrifying weapon already inside my stomach. But my son forcefully kept my mouth and throat at the same level, so it wasn't difficult. However, each time he pulled, his large glans would dangle from the base of my tongue, making me feel nauseous. He fucked my mouth like this for a full five minutes. I think this must have been very pleasurable for him, because he was already moaning with pleasure. Just when I thought everything would continue like this until the end, my son suddenly stopped. "Maybe... we can do something else. I think you'll like it, because it will make you look even more depraved." Saying this, he pulled his large penis out of my throat. Now it was covered in my saliva; the friction and my sucking had made it thicker, bigger, and redder. My son is only 18 years old! I can't even imagine what he'll be like in the future. But so far, he hasn't used his large penis to teach his lewd mother a lesson, which is somewhat disappointing. Just as I was lost in thought, my son grabbed my shoulders and swung me back forcefully. "Swinging my little mouth on a swing, do you like it?" "I knew I wouldn't have time to answer, because my son's erect penis was getting bigger and bigger in front of me. All I could do was tilt my head back and open my mouth wide, hoping my teeth wouldn't hurt my son's precious treasure, my future source of pleasure." Ugh...! "Urged on momentum, I quickly swallowed my son's entire penis. I was quite impressed with myself; my endurance and flexibility were truly remarkable. My lower lip even touched his scrotum, meaning I had completely shoved his nine-inch penis into my mouth. Keep in mind, this was my first time giving oral sex just yesterday! It seems I'm really suited to be a sex slave. Although my mouth was swollen and my throat felt like it was on fire, the feeling of being played with and dominated was also very exciting. Besides, I was sucking my son's penis—how many mothers can understand that? After about 30 thrusts, just when I thought my neck was about to cramp, my son grabbed me. Seeing his flushed face, I knew he was about to ejaculate. He steadied my body and slapped my cheeks hard a few times with his penis, then frantically fucked my mouth. After a few thrusts, I felt it twitch in my mouth—it was coming! I excitedly awaited this moment," Oh! ...With my son's roar, three thick streams of semen poured into my mouth. Good heavens, so much! The taste seemed much better today, not as nauseating as yesterday. Upon closer tasting, there was even a hint of sweetness amidst the fishy smell. I think I've fallen in love with my son's semen. "Don't swallow, don't spit it out," my son's cold voice pulled me back from my thoughts. "Keep it in your mouth until I come back! Take one pill each morning and evening." "Don't touch anything on me. My clothes are under my bed." He untied the ropes binding me, threw down an unlabeled medicine bottle, and turned to leave the basement. I think I was probably suspended for the entire night, because when I was lowered, I could barely feel my limbs. With my son's semen still inside me, my vagina was still throbbing, waves of tingling pleasure emanating from my vagina. It felt like something was pressing down on me. I struggled to turn over, and that's when I realized what was causing my breast pain: two 7-inch-long, entirely black dildos were clipped to my nipples with clothespins, turning my already dark nipples a dark reddish-black. I lay there for about 20 minutes, my vaginal fluids spilling onto the floor, before I could walk again. I decided to hurry back to the house to see what my son had prepared for me, but after searching the basement for ages, I realized there was nothing to cover myself with. Good heavens, to get from the basement to the house I had to cross the courtyard, and outside the courtyard was the road! Good heavens, was I supposed to be naked in broad daylight? What if the neighbors or passersby saw me? Besides, the two large penises on my chest felt like they were going to tear my nipples off with any movement, and the vibrating dildo in my vagina was making me weak all over. I had no choice but to go back. I gently opened the door with one hand, the other supporting my penises. Luckily, it was still early, and there was no one on the street. I released the penises and rushed towards the door. The dildo on my breasts was throbbing with pain, but it couldn't mask the pain in my groin.The pleasure from the friction and vibration of the penis, the thrill of exposure, and the fear made my senses incredibly heightened. Finally, I reached the front door and breathed a huge sigh of relief. But when I tried to open it, my heart sank to ice. God, my son had locked the door! I frantically tried to turn the handle, hoping it was all a lie. But apart from the click-clack of the handle, the door remained unresponsive. Dejected, I knelt on the floor, only to find a note slipped under the door: "Mom, what does it feel like to have the sun shining on your butt? Show off your cunt, it looks like it hasn't dried for two days. Oh, and if it's in the crack above the door, grab it yourself…" I couldn't possibly fulfill my son's request, because I could hear several housewives chatting in the distance. I stared at the key above my head; no matter how high I stood, I couldn't reach it. It seemed I had to jump. I gritted my teeth; the sounds were getting closer. I had to take a gamble! Once, twice, three times… the black dildo on my chest swung back and forth, my breasts swaying left and right with it. The vibrating dildo inside my vagina, due to the pressure of my lower abdomen, was now stuck at the cervix. My sensitive uterus made me tremble all over with the vibration of the vibrating dildo. I couldn't take it anymore; the laughter and chatter around me were getting closer and closer. They would see! This thought only excited my brain even more. My lewd nature was about to become public knowledge; my reputation was about to be ruined. No, I had to try one more time. Clang! I finally knocked the dildo off, ignoring the stimulation coming from different parts of my body. I hurriedly opened the door, and I heard shuffling footsteps behind me. Had they seen me? What would they think if they did? I leaned against the door and collapsed to the ground. The pleasure of exposure drove me a little crazy. I kneaded my breasts hard with both hands, spread my legs apart, put my knees together, leaned forward, and squeezed the vibrating dildo into my pussy. Oh my god, it really went into my uterus. The orgasm came as expected!
I've gradually gotten used to the pleasure of orgasm; I no longer faint. But the vibrating dildo inside my uterus is sending waves of orgasmic pleasure crashing over me. When I was able to get up, the mat on the porch was soaked through—sweat, but mostly the vaginal fluid from my cunt. Pulling the vibrating dildo out of my uterus was difficult because the pleasure was so intense. As it was pulled out, the vaginal fluid gushed out even more, running down my hands to my elbows, enough to wash my hands. I smiled helplessly; I couldn't do anything about my own body. Should I thank it for the pleasure or curse its wantonness? I should go see what my son had prepared for me.
I dragged out yesterday's suitcase—a white leather outfit. Just looking at the small amount of fabric, I already knew what it was for. I'll change into it; whatever my son asks for is my command. The top was more like a vest, except that the breast area had two large, retractable holes, making my breasts stand up high again. Even with two long, dark dildos hanging from my nipples, it only made my breasts hurt more. The bottom was a pair of long pants, tightly fitted, with an opening at the vulva. The taut leather constricted the sides of my labia majora, making my vulva, with the vibrating dildo inserted, even more prominent. But what bothered me most was the three-inch-long, two-finger-thick dildo at the buttocks. The dildo was hollow in the middle, with the opening outside the pants, and there was also a small, bean-sized hole at the urethral opening. It seemed my anus was going to be "trained" too. Inexperienced, I thought it was inserted like a regular dildo, so I forcefully spread my anus, trying to sit the head of the dildo inside. My anal muscles were so tight that I couldn't get it in. I was sweating profusely, but still couldn't get it right. How could I be a good sex slave to my son like this? I couldn't help but hate myself for being so useless. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and sat down hard. "Ah...!" I couldn't help but cry out. The dildo had gone in completely, the head of it was huge. My poor little anus must have been torn. I touched my anus in fear, thankfully it was okay. But my usually wrinkled anus was now round, almost indistinguishable from my buttocks. My once smooth buttocks suddenly had a pillar sticking out, which was kind of funny. Everything is difficult at the beginning. The dildo went in a little, and then the rest slowly squeezed into my rectum. It felt like I had to poop, like I was about to pass out if I didn't push. Every time the dildo went in a little, my anal muscles would contract, squeezing the dildo tightly. I don't know what anal sex feels like for other women, but I actually enjoyed the process. I actually felt pleasure. I finally let out a long sigh of relief when I inserted the entire dildo into my rectum. Pulling up my pants, I realized I couldn't move at all. The vibrating dildo in my vagina and the one in my rectum felt like they were glued together, both vibrating as if in unison. I'd never felt so completely fulfilled before. Being a wanton woman is truly blissful…!
I tried my best to close my legs, to walk more gracefully. Now I'm more willing to look in the mirror than before, to see the woman in the mirror, becoming more and more depraved each day, yet radiating a wicked and alluring charm. Look, in the mirror, a white bodysuit makes my petite frame appear much longer. A pair of large, shiny black dildos sway beneath my high breasts, a dazzling contrast to the white surroundings. My pubic hair and the vibrating dildo protruding from my body reveal my wanton nature. Who would know that I still have my son's semen in my mouth and a large dildo inserted in my anus? I like myself now. Oh right, I still need to take some medicine. I don't know what it's for, but my son ordered me to do it. I know it will give me more pleasure; the pursuit of desire is my only purpose in life right now. But I still have my son's semen in my mouth, how can I take the medicine? I'll just spit it out, take the medicine, and then keep it in my mouth.
I didn't know it was medicine. After taking it, I could only feel the direction and frequency of the two penises vibrating in my vagina and rectum. My breasts clearly showed the pulling pleasure and pain, but it didn't seem to hurt as much as before, allowing me to fully enjoy the pleasure of not being tortured.
I've never made a meal so difficult. I spent almost the entire time in the pleasure of orgasm. My fingers were cut in many places, but I didn't feel any pain at all. My brain was completely dominated by the pleasure from my vagina and rectum. By the time dinner was ready, I was already collapsed at the table from the continuous orgasms.
The sound of my son opening the garage door pulled me back from my unreal world of desire. The electric dildo in my vagina was probably out of power; it was only trembling slightly. It was time to get up and greet my son, my master. My hand slipped, and I fell to the floor again, my large breasts slapping against the ground with a loud thud. It turned out that the continuous orgasms had left me completely soaked in a large puddle of vaginal fluid. I was sure I had an endless supply of vaginal fluid. Dragging a long trail of water, I finally made it to the door. "Master! You're back. Your sex slave mom missed you so much." {Say such shameless things so naturally. I can't believe it's only been three days since the beginning. It seems I'm a born sex slave, no doubt about it.} "Take off my shoes!" "When I obediently knelt down and respectfully extended my hand, my son slapped my large breasts hard, leaving a red handprint immediately. His two black penises, hanging from my chest, flew high. What had I done wrong to deserve this punishment from my son, my master? I looked at him, bewildered. 'Your hands are only fit to play with your cunt. Use your mouth!'" "So this is how despicable I am. Fine, I'm just a sex slave without dignity. My task is to carry out my son's orders. So I crawled on the ground like a dog, my buttocks raised high, the two fake penises seeming to penetrate even deeper inside me, my bulging breasts becoming huge cones under the pull of the fake penises. To untie the shoelaces while preventing the semen in my mouth from spilling out, I had to grit my teeth and pull the shoelaces with my lips. Then I stuck them in my son's heel, a sweaty smell filling my nostrils, but I didn't hate it. I liked any scent of my son. Finally, I used my nose to slowly nudge my son's shoe off. 'I didn't expect you to be so talented, a natural slave! Today I'm going to reward you properly,'
my son said with a smug smile. I also felt a sense of happiness. "
Throughout dinner, my son remained completely still, while I grew increasingly impatient, finishing my meal absentmindedly. "Mom, call the teacher," he said, handing me the phone. Based on past experience, he must have gotten into trouble at school again. "What have you done now?!" I snapped, a hint of anger in my voice, a reminder of my role as a mother. "Ah!" My son suddenly grabbed the dildo dangling from my nipple, the pain causing me to fall at his feet. "Have you forgotten who you are, you shameless, lewd slut!" I snapped back to reality. What right did I have to lecture my son now? It was time for him to provide sex education. "Master, please forgive this ignorant slave, please punish my disrespect." "Make the call first." "Yes, Master." I took the phone, and my son dialed the teacher's number. "Hello, who is this?" a soft, effeminate male voice came through the receiver. "Hello, I'm Gao Jie's mother. I heard you have something to say to me." Then, my son pressed my head down, forcing me to lie face down at a 90-degree angle on the phone table. He then spread my legs. What was he going to do? "Hello, my surname is Chen. I've wanted to talk to you about Gao Jie for a long time. These past few days..." Suddenly, with a loud "pop," the vibrator was pulled out of my vagina. The sound was so loud it was like turning on a champagne. Without even looking, I knew a lot of vaginal fluid was gushing out, because my previously swollen uterus felt much lighter. Just as I was feeling a little frustrated by the sudden emptiness in my vagina after a day, something hot and huge thrust into my vagina with a "plop." I couldn't help but let out a "ah!" I was such a happy woman. My son's big cock was finally going to fill my source of lust. He was finally using his big cock to teach his lewd mother a lesson. Was this his reward? The violent thrusting almost pierced me. I thought my uterus was going to be pulled out. My entire vagina was moving in and out with the thrusting. I knew that from now on, I would sacrifice everything to earn my son's reward. "Are you alright?!" Teacher Chen's voice brought me back to my senses. Of course, I wouldn't tell him that my son's huge cock was pounding my cunt. "I'm fine... um... I'm fine, it's just... I... I've been... a little... a little cold lately, you said... your... ah..." My son seemed to be deliberately thrusting his huge cock all the way in. My God, it felt like his huge cock was going to pierce my throat. I bit my lip tightly, and I couldn't hear what Teacher Chen was saying anymore. "I was just unconsciously responding, but it's more accurate to say that it was a nasal sound that came out with my son's thrusting," "Um... um... ah..." My son is really good, he really knows how to fuck, manipulating his huge cock fast and slow, deep and shallow. I never knew a woman could be so happy. Would Teacher Chen be able to tell that this was my moaning? But I couldn't care less anymore. My son's huge cock never withdrew from my uterus, the big glans constantly rubbing against my uterine wall. My naturally lewd nature brought me to an unprecedented orgasm after less than 20 thrusts, "Ah...!" "During the climax, I fainted again, followed by endless pleasure emanating from my vagina.
When I woke up, I found myself hanging in the basement just like that morning, the only difference being that there was no vibrating dildo inside my vagina; instead, my labia minora were experiencing a painful yet pleasurable sensation. My son was fiddling with something by the sink. 'Awake? My slutty mom?' he said, turning around with a 500cc syringe in his hand, filled with a clear, sticky fluid drawn from a small basin. 'No way, this looks so familiar. Could that basin be all my vaginal fluid? How many times have I orgasmed?' This thought made me lower my head in embarrassment. My son seemed to sense my thoughts. 'That's right, dear Mom, this is all your vaginal fluid, quite a lot, isn't it? You really put me in a difficult position just now, making such lewd moans in front of my teacher. Every time I pumped, a large gush of vaginal fluid was squeezed out. I was afraid your vaginal fluid would flood the house, so I had to catch it with something. There's still a lot left in the living room!'" "My son's words made me even more ashamed. I'm such a slut! If Teacher Chen recognizes my moans, how will my son ever be able to face the school? Just then, without warning, my son inserted a syringe into the dildo in my anus. It turned out that the small opening in the dildo could be pushed open from the outside, while the inside remained tightly closed due to the pressure of the rectum. 'Ah…' I cried out softly. I had already expected this outcome. How could my son give up on developing another hole in me that could bring him pleasure? Of course, I wouldn't object, because I'm one of the few women who can truly experience pleasure from anal sex. Using everything I have to serve my son is what I, as a sex slave mother, should do, isn't it? But the cool sensation of the vaginal fluid made me cry out. As the vaginal fluid was poured down, my belly gradually swelled up, and the bloating and cold sensation made me writhe in pain. 'What does this feel like, my little slave?'" "Master, good master, your lowly slave mother is in so much pain." I knew the more lewd I spoke, the more my son would like it. Sure enough, my son looked at me smugly. "Where does it hurt? What can I do to help you, my dear mother?" "My asshole, my asshole, this lowly slave's asshole is about to burst. Please let me poop it out, okay? Please, your sex slave mother is willing to do anything." "Of course, but you have to satisfy me first, what do you say?" "Fuck me, fuck my cunt, my cunt is always ready to be fucked by my son's big cock." The lustful fluid in my belly was already gurgling. I abandoned my last bit of shame and said whatever was lewd I wanted, hoping my son would release his desire soon and free me from this hellish torment. "You're such a slut, actually asking your own son to fuck you, a born sex slave."
He said, pulling out his nine-inch cock and thrusting it into my cunt. Although my vaginal fluids were never dry, my son's cock was so big and thick. Besides, my vagina was already narrow and shallow, and the vaginal fluids in my rectum were further compressing it. My son's penetration actually gave me the feeling of losing my virginity. "Ah...son, your cock is so big, my cunt is about to burst!" "Mom, your vagina is top-quality, so narrow and shallow, almost every man can make you orgasm. You're a slut who lives for sex." My son's words and the constant thrusting of his penis made me truly understand that I lived for sex. Indeed, everything about my body was so suitable for sex and being abused. "Ah...son...your cock is so hard and big...oh my god...mmm...you're going to fuck Mom to death...be gentle...your big cock is going to burst my uterus, Mom still has to feed you and give birth to your babies...ah...okay...again...fuck Mom harder!..." God, please let me spend all my time in the throes of sexual climax!
In the huge basement, besides the splashing sound of my son's big cock going in and out of my vagina, there were only the moans and groans of my son and me. My son's cock was really amazing, although it was so big that it almost made me breathless, but what more could a woman ask for than to have such a cock fuck her in her lifetime? After one climax, there was another. The second time I was fucked by my son's big cock, because of the enema, I experienced even more pleasure than the first time. But why, when these intense orgasms came one after another, did I not faint as before? Instead, I was fully conscious, enjoying each thrust of the large penis into my vagina. The mixture in my rectum churned within my vagina, creating a throbbing, pleasurable sensation. I had never felt so sensitive before, able to perceive every subtle pleasure both externally and internally. Yet, I had lost the ability to think; all my words and actions were merely instinctive reactions of the flesh. Therefore, every word I uttered was the most truthful, and every action was what my heart truly needed. “What are we doing…Mom?” “We…are…fucking.” “Who…are you with?” “Me…with…my own…son.” “What’s that sound…Is that you, my slutty mom?” “It’s…my son’s…big cock…fucking…my cunt.” “How…are you feeling now?” “My son’s…big cock…fucks…me so good, I…have…orgasm…non-stop, thank you…son’s…big cock.” A middle-aged woman was hanging upside down in a triangle shape. Her eyes were slightly open, and lewd moans came from her nose. Her mouth was almost never closed as she kept moaning. Her breasts, which were stretched into cone shapes by two large penises, were covered with long lines of vaginal fluid. Her legs were spread wide apart, and a young man was pinching her buttocks and fucking her hard. If anyone could see this, I believe even an impotent man would get hard. "Ah... I'm coming, Mom! I'm going to cum inside your womb!" "Come on... mmm... cum inside Mom's... womb, let this slutty Mom... have another daughter... for you to fuck!" "Ah..." My son and I cried out at the same time. I felt my son's big cock suddenly grow even bigger. My son desperately pushed his big cock into my cunt, as if he wouldn't feel at ease until he inserted his testicles as well. My 9-inch cock was already too much for me to handle, and now I was being fucked so hard that my eyes kept rolling back. My son's big cock trembled violently a few times inside my womb, and a stream of scalding semen burned my uterine wall...

In my sleep, familiar pleasure surged from my vagina again, wave after wave, while simultaneously, a sharp pain shot through my breasts, as if my nipples were being clamped off.
Slowly opening my eyes, I found myself in a long-abandoned basement. No wonder my limbs felt bound; my hands were tied behind my back, my calves and thighs were folded and bound together, and three ropes connecting my hands and feet were tied to a loop, leaving me suspended face down in mid-air. The pleasure in my vagina came from an electric dildo; I guessed it was much larger than the previous one, as it was constantly rubbing against my cervix. Even suspended, the pleasure it gave me caused me to convulse and tremble uncontrollably, but with each movement, excruciating pain shot through my breasts. I wondered what my son had done to him, and where he was! "Awake?!" My son appeared in the doorway like a ghost. "My slutty mom, your pussy feels good now, doesn't it! Do you know what this is?" He held up a clear disposable cup filled with a slightly cloudy, sticky liquid. I shook my head, confused.
"Mom, this is your own vaginal fluid! Haha!" Good heavens, I'd never seen so much vaginal fluid before, and it was my own. I knew I had a lot yesterday, but I never imagined it would be this much.
"You must be thirsty after so many orgasms. Here, drink this. This will be your morning tea from now on." My
son picked up a straw and inserted it into the cup. I knew it was inevitable, so I resignedly opened my mouth, put the straw in, and slowly sucked my own vaginal fluid. It wasn't bad. Having experienced eating semen before, I naturally finished the cup. I wasn't embarrassed anymore; I had completely abandoned my pride in front of my son. "Alright, I'm going to school now." My son looked at me with satisfaction and lowered me to his waist. He already knew what to do. I had been waiting for this moment. To be honest, I was really looking forward to it. "What are you waiting for? Don't you have any slave instincts at all? Unzip it with your mouth!"
I stuck out my tongue and licked the zipper. The cold, metallic taste gave me a feeling of slavery. The zipper was open, and my son wasn't wearing underwear. But because his precious penis was so big, even with the zipper open, it still couldn't be released. I had no idea what to do. All I could think about was quickly tasting my son's delicious big penis and letting it fill my filthy mouth.
I stretched out my tongue to try to lick the penis still in his pants, but how could I possibly muster the strength while hanging in mid-air? I saw a lewd middle-aged woman hanging naked in the air, a screeching sound coming from her vagina. She was trying hard to stick out her tongue to find a huge penis, her own son's penis. What an obscene scene! "Haha..." My son laughed wildly at my clumsy appearance.
"Give it to me, please, master, let your lowly slave, your slutty mother, eat your big cock! Please..." I was consumed by lust and had lost my mind; carnal desire was the most important thing to me now.
"Alright, here you go, dear mother, here's your son's big cock, let me see your oral skills." Saying that, he unbuttoned his jeans, and instantly, my son's huge cock, which I had been dreaming of, slapped against my face.
Of course, I didn't hesitate to take that huge glans into my mouth. It tasted so good; the strong masculine scent made me feel that it was so good to be a woman.
At this moment, my son suddenly grabbed my hair without warning, and with a sudden thrust of his waist, his nine-inch cock was completely pushed into my throat. Oh my god, I almost suffocated, and even felt this terrifying weapon enter my stomach. But my son forcefully kept my mouth and throat at the same level, so it wasn't difficult. It's just that every time my son pulled in and out, his big glans would scrape against the back of my tongue, making me feel nauseous.
My son fucked my mouth like this for a full five minutes. I think this must have been very enjoyable for him, because he had already let out a pleasant moan. Just when I thought everything would continue like this, until the end, my son suddenly stopped. "Maybe... we can play something else. I think you'll like it, because it will make you look even more depraved."
As he spoke, he pulled his large penis out of my throat. Now it was covered in my saliva; the friction and my sucking had made it thicker, bigger, and redder. My son was only eighteen; I couldn't even imagine what he'd be like in the future. But so far, he hadn't used his big penis to teach his slutty mother a lesson, which was somewhat disappointing.
Just as I was lost in thought, my son grabbed my shoulders and swung me back forcefully. "Swinging on your little mouth, do you like it?" I knew I wouldn't have time to answer, because my son's erect penis was getting bigger and bigger in front of me. I could only forcefully tilt my head back and open my mouth wide, hoping my teeth wouldn't hurt my son's precious thing, my future source of pleasure. "Ugh!"
With the momentum, I quickly swallowed my son's entire penis. I really admired myself; my endurance and adaptability were truly remarkable. My lower lip actually touched my son's scrotum, meaning I had his entire nine-inch penis completely inside my mouth. Keep in mind, this was my first time giving oral sex just yesterday! Looks like I'm really suited to be a sex slave.
Although my mouth was swollen and my throat felt like it was on fire, the feeling of being played with and dominated was also very exciting. Besides, I was sucking my son's penis—how many mothers can understand this? After about thirty thrusts, just when I thought my neck was about to cramp, my son grabbed me. Seeing his flushed face, I knew he was about to ejaculate. He steadied me, slapping my cheeks hard with his penis a few times, then frantically fucking my mouth. After a few thrusts, I felt it twitch inside my mouth—it was coming! I excitedly awaited this moment. "Oh!..." With my son's roar, three thick streams of semen poured into my mouth. My God, so much! The taste seemed much better today, no longer nauseating like yesterday. Upon closer tasting, there was even a hint of sweetness amidst the fishy smell. I think I've fallen in love with my son's semen.
"Don't swallow or spit it out," my son's cold voice pulled me back to reality. "Keep it in your mouth until I get back! Take one pill each morning and evening. Don't touch anything on your body. My clothes are under my bed today." He then untied the ropes binding me, tossed down an unlabeled bottle of pills, and turned to leave the basement. I think I was probably suspended there all night, because when I was lowered, I could barely feel my limbs. With my son's semen still in my mouth, my vagina was still throbbing, waves of tingling sensations emanating from my vagina, and it felt like something was pressing down on me.
I struggled to support myself and finally rolled over. Only then did I realize the source of my breast pain: two seven-inch-long, entirely black dildos were clipped to my nipples with clothespins, turning my already dark nipples a dark reddish-black. I lay there for about twenty minutes, my own vaginal fluids spilling onto the floor, before I regained the ability to walk. I decided to rush back to the house to see what my son had prepared for me, but after searching the basement for ages, I realized there was nothing to cover myself with.
Good heavens, to get from the basement to the house I had to cross the yard, and outside the yard was the road! Good heavens, was I going to be naked in broad daylight? What if the neighbors saw me? Besides, the two large penises on my chest felt like they were going to tear my nipples off with every movement, and the vibrating dildo in my vagina was making me feel weak all over. I had no choice but to go back. I gently opened the door with one hand, supporting my penises with the other. Luckily, it was still early, and there was no one on the street. I released the penises and rushed towards the door. The penises on my breasts were tearing with pain, but they couldn't mask the pleasure from the friction and vibration of the vibrating dildo in my groin. The pleasure of exposure and the fear made my senses incredibly heightened. Finally, I reached the front door and breathed a huge sigh of relief. But when I tried to open the door, my heart sank to ice. God, my son had locked the door. I frantically tried to turn the handle, hoping it was all a lie. But aside from the clicking sound of the handle, the door remained unresponsive.
Frustrated, I knelt on the floor, only to find a note slipped under the door: "Mom, how does it feel to have the sun shining on your butt? Show off your cunt, it looks like it hasn't dried in two days. Oh, and the key's in the crack above the door, grab it yourself..." I really couldn't fulfill my son's request, because I could hear several housewives chatting in the distance.
I stared at the key above my head, but no matter how high I stood, I couldn't reach it. It seemed I could only get it by jumping. I gritted my teeth. The sounds in the distance were getting closer. I had to take a gamble! Once, twice, three times… The black dildo on my chest swung back and forth, my breasts swaying left and right with it. The vibrating dildo inside my vagina was now stuck at my cervix because of the effort in my lower abdomen. My sensitive uterus made me tremble all over with the vibration of the vibrating dildo. No, the laughter and chatter were getting closer. They would see! This thought only excited my brain even more. My lewd nature was about to become public knowledge. My reputation was about to be ruined. No, I had to try one more time. Clang! I finally knocked the key down. Ignoring the stimulation coming from different parts of my body, I hurriedly opened the door. I could already hear shuffling footsteps behind me. Had they seen it? What would they think if they did? I collapsed against the door, the thrill of exposure driving me almost mad. I kneaded my breasts hard with both hands, spread my legs wide, knees together, leaned forward, and forced the vibrating dildo inside my vagina. Oh God, it really entered my uterus! The orgasm came as expected!
I was gradually getting used to the pleasure of orgasms; I wouldn't faint anymore. But the vibrating dildo churned wildly inside my uterus, sending wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure crashing over me. When I was able to get up, the doormat was soaked through—sweat, but mostly the vaginal fluid from my vagina. Pulling the vibrating dildo out of my uterus was difficult because the pleasure was so intense. As the dildo was pulled out, the vaginal fluid gushed out even more, running down my hands to my elbows—enough to wash my hands. I smiled helplessly. I couldn't do anything about my own body. Should I thank it for the pleasure or curse its depravity? I should go see what my son had prepared for me. I dragged out yesterday's suitcase—a white leather outfit, barely covered in fabric. I already knew what it was for. I changed; my son's demands were my orders. The top was more like a vest, except with two large, retractable holes at the breast area, making my breasts stand out even more, though the two long, dark dildos still dangled from my nipples, making them hurt even more. The bottom was a pair of trousers, tight and constricting, with an opening at the vulva. The taut leather clung to my labia majora, making my clitoris, with the vibrating dildo inserted, even more prominent. But what bothered me most was the three-inch-long, two-finger-thick dildo at the buttocks. It was hollow in the middle, with the opening outside the trousers, and a small, bean-sized hole at the urethral opening. It seemed my anus was going to be "trained" too.
Inexperienced, I assumed it was inserted like a regular dildo, and I forcefully spread my anus, trying to sit the head of the dildo inside. My anal muscles were so tight that I couldn't get it in. I was sweating profusely, but still couldn't get it right. How could I be a good sex slave to my son like this? I couldn't help but hate myself for being so useless. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and sat down hard. "Ah...!" I couldn't help but cry out. The dildo had gone in completely, the head of it was huge. My poor little anus must have been torn. I touched my anus in fear, thankfully it was okay. But my usually wrinkled anus was now round, almost indistinguishable from my buttocks. It was funny to think that my once smooth buttocks suddenly had a pillar sticking out. Everything is difficult at the beginning. After the dildo went in a little, the rest slowly squeezed into my rectum. It felt like I had to poop, as if I would have to pull it out if I didn't push. Every time the dildo went in a little, my anal muscles would contract, squeezing the dildo tightly. I don't know what anal sex feels like for other women, but I actually enjoyed the process. I actually felt pleasure. I finally let out a long sigh after inserting the entire dildo into my rectum. Pulling up my pants, I realized I couldn't move at all. The vibrating dildo in my vagina and the one in my rectum felt like they were glued together, both vibrating as if in unison. I'd never felt so completely fulfilled before. Being a wanton woman is truly blissful… I tried my best to close my legs, to walk more gracefully. Now I'm more willing to look in the mirror than before, to see the woman in the mirror, becoming more and more depraved each day, yet radiating a lewd allure. Look, in the mirror, a white bodysuit makes my petite frame appear much taller. A pair of large, shiny black dildos sway beneath my high breasts, a dazzling contrast to the white surroundings. My pubic hair and the vibrating dildo protruding from my body reveal my wanton nature. Who would know that I still have my son's semen in my mouth and a large dildo inserted in my anus? I like myself now. Oh right, I still need to take my medicine. I don't know what it's for, but my son ordered me to do it. I know it will give me even more pleasure; the release of desire is my only purpose in life right now. But I still have my son's semen in my mouth, how can I take the medicine? I'll just spit it out, take the medicine, and then keep it in my mouth. I don't know what kind of medicine it is. After taking it, I can clearly feel the direction and frequency of the two dildos vibrating in my vagina and rectum. My breasts clearly feel the pulling pleasure and pain, but it doesn't seem to hurt as much as before, allowing me to fully enjoy the pleasure of being tortured. I've never made a meal so difficult before. I spent almost the entire time in the pleasure of orgasm. My fingers were cut in many places, but I didn't feel any pain. My brain was completely dominated by the pleasure from my vagina and rectum. When dinner was ready, I was already collapsed at the table from the continuous orgasms. The sound of my son opening the garage door pulled me back from my unreal world of desire. The electric dildo in my vagina was probably out of power, only trembling slightly. It was time to get up and greet my son, my master. My supporting hand slipped, and I fell to the floor again, my large breasts slapping against the ground with a loud thud. A continuous stream of orgasms left me completely submerged in a large puddle of vaginal fluid; I was certain I had an endless supply. Dragging a long trail of fluid, I finally reached the door. "Master! You're back! Your sex slave mother missed you so much." I uttered such shameless words so naturally. I couldn't believe it had only been three days. It seemed I was a born sex slave, no doubt about it.
"Take off my shoes!" As I obediently knelt and respectfully extended my hands, my son slapped my large breasts hard, leaving a red handprint. His two black penises, hanging from my chest, flew high. What had I done wrong to deserve this punishment from my son, my master? I looked at him, bewildered. "Your hands are only fit to caress your cunt. Use your mouth!"
So this is how lowly I am. Fine, I was always a sex slave without dignity. My task was simply to carry out my son's orders. So I crawled on the ground like a dog, my buttocks raised high, the two fake penises seeming to penetrate even deeper inside me, my bulging breasts becoming huge cones under the pull of the fake penises. To untie the shoelaces while avoiding the semen in my mouth, I had to grit my teeth and pull the shoelaces with my lips.
Then I wedged it at the heel of my son's shoe, a sweaty smell filling my nostrils, but I didn't hate it; I liked any scent of my son. Finally, I used my nose to slowly nudge the shoe off my son's shoe. "I didn't expect you to be so talented, a natural slave! Today I'm going to reward you properly,"
my son said with a smug smile. I also felt a sense of happiness.
Throughout the entire dinner, my son didn't do anything, and I grew increasingly impatient, finishing my dinner absentmindedly. "Mom, call the teacher," my son handed me the phone. Based on past experience, he must have gotten into trouble at school again.
"What have you done now!?" I was a little angry, remembering my role as a mother again. "Ah!"
My son suddenly grabbed the dildo dangling from my nipple, the pain causing me to fall at his feet. "Have you forgotten who you are, you lowly, lewd slut!" I snapped back to reality. What right did I have to educate my son now? I should be receiving sex education from him. "Master, please forgive this ignorant slave girl, please punish my disrespect." "Make the call first." "Yes, Master." I took the phone, and my son dialed the teacher's number. "Hello, who is this?" A soft, effeminate male voice came from the receiver. "Hello, I'm Gao Jie's mother. I heard you have something to say to me." At
this moment, my son pressed my head down, and I obediently lay face down on the phone table at a ninety-degree angle. Then he spread my legs. What was he going to do? "Hello, my surname is Chen. I've wanted to talk to you about Gao Jie for a long time. These past few days..."
Suddenly, my son pulled the vibrating dildo out of my vagina with a loud "pop," like opening a champagne glass. Without even looking, I knew a lot of vaginal fluid was gushing out, because my previously swollen uterus felt instantly lighter. Just as I was feeling a little frustrated by the sudden emptiness in my vagina after a long day, something hot and huge thrust into my vagina with a "plop." I couldn't help but gasp. I was such a happy woman! My son's big cock was finally going to fill my source of lust. He was finally using his big cock to teach his lewd mother a lesson. Was this his reward? The violent thrusting almost pierced me. I felt like my uterus was going to be pulled out. My entire vagina was moving in and out with the thrusting. I knew that from now on, I would sacrifice everything to earn my son's reward.
"Are you alright?!"
Teacher Chen's voice brought me back to my senses. Of course, I wouldn't tell him that my son's huge cock was pounding my cunt. "I'm fine... um... I'm fine, it's just... I... I've been... a little... a little cold lately, you said... your... ah..."
My son seemed to be deliberately thrusting his huge cock all the way in. My God, it felt like his huge cock was going to pierce my throat. I bit my lip tightly, and I couldn't hear what Teacher Chen was saying anymore. I just unconsciously responded, but it was more like nasal sounds made with my son's thrusting. "Um... um... ah..."
My son was really good, he really knew how to fuck, manipulating his huge cock fast and slow, deep and shallow. I never knew a woman could be so happy. Would Teacher Chen recognize that these were my moans? But I couldn't care less anymore. My son's huge cock never withdrew from my uterus, the large glans constantly rubbing against my uterine wall. My naturally wanton nature was satisfied, and I reached an unprecedented orgasm after less than twenty thrusts. "Ah...!" I fainted again during my climax, followed by an endless stream of pleasure emanating from my vagina. When I woke up, I found myself hanging in the basement just like I had that morning. The only difference was that there was no vibrating dildo inside my vagina; instead, my labia minora were experiencing a painful yet pleasurable sensation. My son was fiddling with something by the sink. "Awake? My slutty mom?" he said, turning around to reveal a 500cc syringe filled with a clear, sticky fluid drawn from a small basin. No way, this looks so familiar. Could that basin have been filled with my vaginal fluid? How many times have I orgasmed? This thought made me lower my head in embarrassment.
My son seemed to read my mind: "That's right, dear Mom, this is all your vaginal fluid, quite a lot, isn't it? You really put me in a difficult position just now, making such lewd moans in front of my teacher. Every time I pulled, a large gush of fluid came out. I was afraid your fluid would flood the house, so I had to use something to catch it. There's still a lot left in the living room!"
My son's words made me even more ashamed. I really am a lewd slut. If Teacher Chen recognizes my moans, how will my son be able to face his family at school? At this moment, without warning, my son inserted a syringe into the dildo in my anus. It turned out that the small opening in the dildo could be pushed open from the outside, while the inside remained tightly closed due to the pressure of the rectum.
"Ah..." I let out a soft moan. I had already expected this outcome. How could my son give up on exploring another hole in me that could bring him pleasure? Of course, I wouldn't object, because I am one of the few women who can truly experience pleasure from anal sex. Using everything I have to serve my son is what a sex slave mother should do, isn't it? The cool sensation of the vaginal fluid made me cry out. As the fluid was poured down, my stomach swelled, the bloating and coolness causing me to writhe in pain. "What does it feel like, my little slave?" "Master, good master, your slutty mother is in so much pain." I knew the more lewd I was, the more my son would like it. Sure enough, he looked at me smugly. "Where does it hurt? What can I do to help you, my dear mother?" "My asshole, my asshole, my slutty asshole is about to burst! Please let me poop it out, okay? Please, your sex slave mother will do anything."
"Of course, but you have to satisfy me first, what do you say?" "Fuck me, fuck my cunt, my cunt is ready to be fucked by my son's big cock."
The vaginal fluid inside my stomach was gurgling, making me abandon my last shred of shame. I said whatever was lewd I wanted, just hoping my son would release his desire soon and free me from this hellish torment. "You're such a slut, actually asking your own son to fuck you, a born sex slave." He said, pulling out his nine-inch cock and thrusting it into my cunt. Although my vaginal fluids were never dry, my son's cock was so big and thick. Besides, my vagina was already narrow and shallow, and the fluids in my rectum were further compressing it. My son's penetration actually gave me the feeling of losing my virginity. "Ah...son, your cock is so big, my cunt is about to burst!"
"Mom, your vagina is top-quality, so narrow and shallow, almost every man can make you orgasm. You're a slut who lives for sex."
My son's words and the constant thrusting of his penis made me truly understand that I lived for sex. Indeed, everything about my body was so suitable for sex and being abused. "Ah...son...your cock is so hard and big...oh my god...mmm...you're going to fuck Mom to death...be gentle...your big cock is going to rupture my uterus, Mom still has to give birth to your child...ah...okay...again...fuck Mom harder!..."
God, please let me spend my whole life in the throes of sexual climax! In the huge basement, besides the splashing sound of my son's big cock going in and out of my vagina, bringing out the wetness, there were only the moans and groans of my son and me. My son's cock was really amazing, although it was so big that it almost made me breathless, but what more could a woman ask for than to be fucked by such a cock in her lifetime? After climax, there was still climax. The second time I was fucked by my son's big cock, because of the enema, I had even more pleasure than the first time. But why didn't I faint like before when such intense climaxes came one after another? Instead, I was fully aware and enjoyed every thrust of his big cock in my vagina.
The mixture in my rectum, churned by the large penis inside my vagina, produced a throbbing, pleasurable sensation. I'd never felt so acutely before, able to perceive every subtle pleasure both externally and internally. But I was incapable of thought; all my words and actions were merely instinctive reactions of the flesh. Therefore, every word I uttered was the most truthful, every movement the deepest need of my heart. "What are we doing... Mom?"
"We... are... fucking." "You... with whom?"
"Me... with... my own... biological son." "What's that sound... my slutty mother?" "It's... my son's... big penis... fucking... my cunt." "How... do you feel now?" "My son's... big penis... is fucking... me so good, I... keep... having orgasms, thank you... my son's... big penis."
A middle-aged woman was hanging upside down in a triangle shape. Her eyes were slightly open, and lewd moans escaped from her nose. Her mouth was almost constantly open as she cried out in ecstasy. Her breasts, with long lines of vaginal fluid at the corners of her mouth, were stretched into cone shapes by two large penises. Her legs were spread wide apart, and a young man was forcefully pinching her buttocks and fucking her hard. If anyone could see this, I believe even an impotent man would get hard. "Ah... I'm coming, Mom! I'm going to shoot inside your womb!" "Come on... mmm... shoot into Mom's... womb, let your lewd mother... have another daughter... for you to fuck!" "Ah..." My son and I cried out at the same time. I felt my son's penis suddenly grow even larger. My son desperately pushed his penis into my vagina, as if he wouldn't feel at ease until he inserted his testicles as well. My nine-inch penis was already too much for me to handle, and now I was being fucked so hard that my eyes kept rolling back. My son's huge penis trembled violently inside my uterus a few times, and a stream of scalding semen burned my uterine wall... A month flew by in the endless incestuous sex with my son, and during this time, I returned to the happy little woman I used to be. During the day, I lived like an ordinary mother, shuttling between the market, the mall, and home; at night, I enjoyed joyful incestuous nights with my son. We tried every possible sexual position, and now I've become accustomed to the violation of my son's huge penis, skillfully performing oral sex on him. Only my anus is still uncooperative, unable to provide him with pleasure. But I think I'm probably a qualified sex slave now. However, recently, my son hasn't abused me except for penetrating my vagina with his penis, which makes me somewhat disappointed. I long for more varied ways of playing with and abusing me, so that I can experience the pleasure of orgasm both physically and mentally. Actually, I already have my son's rare, large penis; what more could I ask for?
My son's medicine, I don't know where it came from, is truly amazing. For a month now, I've had at least ten orgasms every night during sex with him. Not only do I not experience pain the next day, but each orgasm is more intense than the last, and my vagina hasn't become loose despite his large penis. I only sleep three or four hours a day and still feel incredibly energetic. What amazes me most is that my nipples and labia minora, which had accumulated a lot of melanin due to age, have started to glow red, and my skin is becoming increasingly fair. Everything makes me feel like I'm ten years younger, back in my high school days, except I now have 36D breasts and a 32E hip circumference. Everything is so perfect. The only thing that worries me is that I've become noticeably less sensitive to pain. I only notice accidental cuts when they bleed. I don't know what this will do for me, but focused on sexual pleasure, I quickly stop caring. Maybe it's just my imagination.
One morning, nothing different for me, "Mom," my son, dressed in his school uniform, appeared before me. I hadn't heard him call me that in a long time. Slut, whore, have become my names. "Please change my clothes, will you take me to school?" Although I didn't understand my son's purpose, I followed him into my room out of habit. I thought he would pick out some of my new, revealing clothes, but to my surprise, he chose a light blue, tight-fitting, sleeveless, high-necked sweater and a brown skirt. And, incredibly, he made me wear underwear, albeit a see-through, sexy outfit. Knowing I couldn't enjoy the thrill of exposure, I was somewhat disappointed. "Is that all?" I asked unwillingly. My son seemed oblivious to my disappointment and longing. "Hurry up, we're running late," he urged impatiently. Perhaps he didn't want his classmates to know he had a promiscuous mother. Reluctantly, I changed. It had been so long since I'd been a dutiful wife and mother; aside from a misty look in my eyes and a hint of desire on my lips, I almost felt like I'd returned to the past.
Urged on by my son, we left home early. "Aren't you driving?" I asked curiously. "Oh no, we'll take the bus today." Whatever, the slave goes with the master.
It had been a long time since I'd taken the bus, and I was surprised to see so many people. It was probably because it was so early; the bus was almost entirely filled with students. My son pulled me to the back of the bus. "Hey, good morning, guys!" he excitedly greeted four people in matching school uniforms. But I noticed their eyes were almost all on me. Turns out, even in my pajamas, I'm quite attractive. My son pulled me closer. "This is my mom." "Hello, Auntie!" the four boys greeted me simultaneously. I politely responded and then quietly listened to my son's conversation with his classmates. As the bus started moving, I found myself surrounded by my son and his classmates. Because I'm not very tall, only about 1.5 meters, while they were at least 1.75 meters, I couldn't see anyone on the outer ring, and of course, they couldn't see me either. I don't know when, but my son was already standing behind me, and I could only try my best to reach the overhead handrail. Then, a cold hand reached inside my shirt and unhooked my bra. Was my son going to expose me in front of his classmates? How wonderful! The exposure I'd been waiting for had finally arrived. This feeling of being humiliated felt so good. The bra moved so noticeably through my sweater that I had to let go of the armbands and lean against my son's firm chest. My right hand gripped his pants, while my left hand nervously covered my breasts. My nipples, stimulated by the sweater and the fear of exposure, quickly became engorged and erect. Two barely visible grapes appeared on my high mounds of flesh. Would they see? Was this what my son wanted? The tall, thin man with blond hair to my right winked at my son, who then put a pair of earphones into my ears. "Want to listen to some music?" But I couldn't hear anything! "Are you really okay?" the bespectacled, chubby man to my left asked cautiously. My son seemed to nod behind him. "Wow, boss, you're amazing! You even managed to handle Auntie!" the prematurely gray-haired man opposite said admiringly. "Boss, you're so lucky! You can have sex whenever you want, however you want!" Across from them, another burly man, about 190cm tall, roared, "Yeah, Auntie's so beautiful and sexy, even prettier than our girls, not to mention she's become her son's sex slave. Just thinking about it makes me hard!" The blond-haired guy licked his lips. "Boss, my drug works well, right? It's helped a lot with training Auntie, hasn't it?!" A fat man with glasses on his right asked. "Damn, stop talking about your lousy drug! How come there's no change? My mom's incredibly slutty, she doesn't need any training at all, she'll do anything, she's a natural sex slave." "Ohhhhhh!" everyone exclaimed in unison. Actually, even I never imagined I'd be such an excellent sex toy. "Impossible!" The fat man with the bright eyes protested loudly, "The effects of this drug are subtle. It can enhance a woman's sensitivity to her sexual organs and skin, making sex more pleasurable; it reduces the slave's pain, making it easier to abuse; most importantly, it can increase the elasticity of a woman's muscles and accelerate metabolism tenfold, meaning it makes a woman's vagina and breasts more elastic, so they won't loosen or prolong the orgasm, and recovery is faster. It can be used all day long, so there's no need to worry about the sex slave not being able to handle it..." The fat man argued like an expert. "We'll wait and see." My son's conversation with his classmate had already made me blush. Oh my god, they knew everything! How could I face them now? But what dignity did I have left in front of them? My nipples were swollen, my vagina was already wet, and what's more, I actually hoped to hear more insults from them, and wanted to appear even more wanton in front of them. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but rub my swollen nipples with my hands.
"Hey, boss, when are we going to get to see her?" the blond thief sneered. "We're brothers for life. She's not my mother anymore, she's my woman, my sex slave. Of course, I'll share good things with my brother!" Good heavens, my son was going to share me with his brother, so I was probably somewhat prepared, and I didn't feel much shame or pain. On the contrary, I was even thinking that I had four more dicks fucking me! I squeezed my legs tightly together, afraid that my overflowing juices would spill out. "When, boss! I've been thinking about Auntie and masturbating every day these past few days," the big guy asked impatiently. "Boss, Auntie's in heat!" the fat guy noticed my embarrassment. Besides my son, eight burning eyes were fixed on my big breasts; my nipples were practically bursting from the heat! Overwhelmed by a shameful pleasure, I finally couldn't hold back the lustful fluids in my cunt any longer. They gushed out of my vagina like a tidal wave. "Look, the lustful fluids are actually flowing down!" the white-haired guy exclaimed, his gaze shifting back to my thighs. There was nothing I could do; I was naturally profusely lustful, and after holding back for so long, I could only watch helplessly as my glistening lustful fluids slowly flowed down my inner thighs. "Damn, so much! It's even flowing into my shoes! It's a miracle! Your mom's amazing, boss!" the blond guy shouted in disbelief. "She's a born slut, a born sex slave!" the fat guy also exclaimed.
"Don't look! Don't say anything!!" This feeling of shame made my legs tremble uncontrollably. Say more, let me expose myself more, humiliate me to my heart's content, I felt my climax approaching. "Hehe, I brought her here today to show everyone," my son rested his chin on my shoulder, "Looks like you're ready, you're really horny, Mom, does exposing yourself in front of people make you so happy?" He removed my headphones, "Did Auntie hear everything just now?!" The big guy and the others were still wary of my mother's status. My son seemed to see their hesitation, "Slut, these are my brothers, and also your masters. You know what to do, right?"
At this point, I had nothing to be ashamed of anymore, and besides, the temptation of four big dicks made my pursuit of pleasure paramount; I was willing to risk everything. "Masters! I am your lowly sex slave, I await your training anytime, anywhere." My words surprised them all, including my son; even he hadn't expected me to submit so easily. "Hehe, that's surprising, Auntie. You can actually say such lewd things. Boss, it seems your training is extraordinary." "What? I told you she doesn't need any training. This slut was born this lewd." The son laughed smugly. "You say you're a sex slave, but how do you expect us to believe you?" the blond-haired man asked mischievously. "Yeah, give us a performance!" the others chimed in. I looked around. These tall, imposing men surrounded me, while the other passengers chatted loudly, oblivious to our presence. Gritting my teeth, I slowly lifted my thin sweater. A pair of snow-white breasts, freed from its confinement, bounced and were exposed to the air. I pinched my breasts at the base with both hands, lifting them up. "These are the breasts of a sex slave, please, masters, appreciate them!" My son's classmates' gazes had changed from respect when they boarded the bus to contempt. Before I knew it, several men had sandwiched me between them. "Since this slut has asked for this, let's all reluctantly play with her!" My son said, taking the lead by pinching one of my nipples from behind. "Mmm... thank you, son, harder, it's going to burst!" The other guys seemed to have suddenly turned on a power source, reaching out to wherever they wanted. Ten hands roamed over different parts of my body. My sensitive skin allowed me to feel the different pressure and techniques of each hand, clearly experiencing the pleasure from every inch they touched, as if every part of my body was on fire! I dared not and was powerless to open my eyes. Their mocking and crazed gazes filled me with endless shame, as if constantly reminding me, "You lowly slut! Your appearance tells us that you like exhibitionism, you like incest, you like being humiliated." Those eyes were like a mirror reflecting my lewd and filthy body and heart.
At this point, nothing could hinder their exploration of my body. My coffee-colored skirt had somehow been pushed up to my waist, and my son, as always, skillfully untied the thin strap of my thong and put it in his pocket. Of course, it offered virtually no protection; in their eyes, this tiny thing was practically nonexistent. Gradually, I was able to distinguish the owners of each hand. Apart from my son's hand, which casually guided me, it took me some effort to identify the others. The fat man's hand was the easiest to spot—short and thick. He seemed more interested in my anus, one hand rubbing the most fertile part of my buttocks, while the other hand, following the pull of my gluteal muscles, spiraled and pressed my anus flat with his thumb. I knew he must be an expert at anal manipulation because he didn't use his index finger like most people, but rather his thumb, pressing flat. This way, he wouldn't penetrate due to force, but would give me a strong urge to defecate. The big guy was interested in my firm breasts, but I really hoped it wasn't true, because he was clearly a sadist. He immediately grabbed my left breast with his basketball-holding hand, his five fingers digging deep into my thick flesh, leaving five deep holes in the smooth surface. I felt like my entire left side was being squeezed by his hand. His five iron pincers continued to knead the hardest part of my breast, my milk ducts. Even after taking the fat man's medication, the pain made me break out in a cold sweat, and I writhed in agony. I wanted to escape this hell, but then I changed my mind. The big guy's other hand gently caressed my swollen, red nipple like a lover. His rough palm lifted and rubbed the sensitive area at the bottom of my breast. The moderate pinching and caressing of his fingers and the constant gentle rubbing of his palm were so comfortable and sweet. The completely different treatment of my two breasts gave me an unprecedented and wonderful feeling. It was as if both breasts were being caressed and abused at the same time. I couldn't tell whether the pain or pleasure was more intense. Both pleasure and pain stimulated me at the same time, exponentially.
Of course, the blond-haired and prematurely gray-haired men weren't going to miss out on this lavish, obscene feast. They both set their sights on the very source of my lust—my little cunt. They practically couldn't get enough of it. They reached past my thick labia majora, each grabbing a labia minora with one hand and forcefully pulling them outwards. Finally, they pressed them against my inner thighs. I think the fat man's drug was working; I didn't experience any tearing pain. Although it hurt, it was bearable. Besides, I was completely immersed in the cool sensation of the air blowing through my vaginal fluids and the pleasurable feeling of my vaginal folds being completely stretched open. It was a feeling I'd never experienced before. The initial itch in my vagina, upon first contact with the cool air, relieved the itch more effectively than my son's large penis. But then came the more sensitive parts within the folds, expanding and requiring even more friction. This itch was excruciating, making my heart feel like countless ants crawling all over it, just like my vagina. My labia minora pressed against my thighs, as if my vagina were protruding from my body, the red contrasting sharply against the white, striking a stark and wanton sight. A woman's most private place became the object of study and manipulation under the watchful eyes of many, causing my vaginal fluids to flow even more joyfully in the unfolded vagina. After admiring them, they commented, "I've never seen a woman with so much fluid. This is the most talented sex slave." "Come look, I'm washing my hands with this slut's fluids!" All five men simultaneously focused their gaze on my vulva. "It's a miracle!" the fat man exclaimed after seeing it. "This woman is fucking slutty, she's fine even after all this!" the big guy added his own comment. I couldn't help but open my eyes in curiosity, staring at the lewd scene unfolding beneath me. The blond-haired and prematurely gray-haired men's hands were entwined between my wide-open legs, their hands glistening with the vaginal fluid dripping directly from my vagina. My genitals, which I had considered sacred just a month ago, were now the focus of everyone's play, the most degrading and lewd part of my body. "How's it going, Mom?" my son's teasing voice rang out behind me. Good heavens, I had forgotten that this was in front of my own son, on the bus to school, and his mother was shamelessly and excitedly letting his classmates play with her as they pleased, right before everyone's eyes! "Mmm...!" My lower body suddenly tightened, my anus clamping down on the fat man's thick thumb. The pair of breasts in the big guy's hands suddenly swelled up. The blond guy and the white-haired guy simultaneously felt their labia minora contracting and trembling violently as they were being pulled. A stream of hot liquid splattered onto my hands between my legs, white with a hint of yellow. They stared at my genitals and eyes in astonishment, almost unable to believe their eyes. A woman had actually orgasmed without any stimulation to her vagina or clitoris! Yes, I had orgasmed. Under the manipulation of my son's classmate, on a crowded bus, I had orgasmed so easily.
"God, I can't take it anymore, boss, your mom's so horny, she climaxes so easily," Fatty said. "Damn, this old slut's having a good time, I've been holding back," Big Guy said, pulling out their penises from their pants along with Fatty. One of them grabbed one of my hands and pressed it onto their penises. It was the first time I'd touched two young dicks at the same time, and still in the throes of orgasm, I couldn't help but roll my eyes in pleasure. "Quick, give me a handjob!!" Although I'd already climaxed, my vagina hadn't received any real stimulation, and I still felt a strong urge. The sensations in my body had already surpassed my reason and consciousness. I needed a big dick, so before Big Guy could finish speaking, I had already started using my hand to service them. What pleased me even more was that the big guy had a penis thicker than my son's. I could barely grasp two-thirds of it with one hand. So, instead of stroking it rhythmically up and down, I cupped his glans with my palm to stimulate the tip. But because the big guy's glans was so big, the fluid secreted from his urethra couldn't wet it all, which made him a little sore. Not taking good care of my master made me, his slave, very anxious. What if my master hated this big penis? No, I couldn't lose this big penis. Ignoring the surprised looks from the blond and gray-haired men, I quickly reached for his cunt, smeared my hand with his own juices, and gently moistened the big guy's glans, carefully squeezing it. In return, the big guy tortured my breasts even more. The fat man's penis was much shorter, a very ordinary length. The difference was that it had many small bumps, some large, some small. I guessed it was natural, because under my caresses, he quickly pressed his glans tightly against my anus, forcefully pulling my buttocks apart, creating a small slit in my anus just in front of his urethral opening. *Sizzle*, three streams of hot semen burned my rectum, pushing my slightly subsiding orgasm back to its peak. This was the performance of a virgin, and I was happy to have taken a virgin. I told myself I would take good care of this cute little fat man.
The blond-haired and prematurely gray-haired men, having nowhere to vent their desires, vented their frustration on my vulva, which was exactly what I had been hoping for, because my vulva hadn't been truly played with and couldn't take it anymore. Instead of letting go of my labia, they used their free hands to work together; the prematurely gray-haired man targeted my clitoris, while the blond-haired man focused on my vagina. The young man with the white hair was clearly an experienced lover. He gently stroked the clitoris with his fingertips, causing it to peek out from between the already stretched labia minora. At this point, the clitoris was only slightly larger than a soybean. The young man suddenly grabbed it, pulled it upwards, and then squeezed and rubbed it back and forth with his hand. Instantly, the clitoris in the young man's hand became the size of a peanut, hard as a man's penis. I couldn't help but gasp. I felt as if I had been pulled out of my body, as if everything had ceased to exist. All my weight and sensations were concentrated on the clitoris in the young man's hand. I used it to think, to hear, to see; all my sensations converged there. If the young man wanted me to do something now, I would do it, because I felt I belonged to him. I lived between his two fingers; he could manipulate my pleasure and pain. His two fingers firmly pinned me to the crest of pleasure. Then, another person broke everything, causing my sensations to disperse from the clitoris to the vagina, and then back to all parts of my body—it was the blond-haired man. Taking advantage of the earlier opportunity, he used his labia minora to pull open the vaginal opening, and without warning, he simultaneously inserted four fingers into the vagina, which appeared to be only as thick as a little finger. He forcefully rotated and dug out the vaginal fluid. If it weren't for the abundance of vaginal fluid and the fact that I hadn't taken the fat man's medicine, which gave my vagina an unusual elasticity, it probably would have torn long ago. Even so, I gritted my teeth and gasped for breath. Now I was even more grateful to the fat man; if it weren't for his medicine, I probably wouldn't have been able to go home today. So, I couldn't help but gently grasp the fat man's already limp penis in my hand and rub it back and forth between my buttocks as my thanks. I believe this would make him feel very good, because I heard him take a deep breath and groan, "Oh…!"
My lower body was still being forcefully dug, with pain and pleasure intertwined in equal amounts. Suddenly, pain took over, emanating from my large breasts. The burly man was about to ejaculate; his eyes were wide open in a frightening way, his breathing noticeably heavier, like an enraged bull, roaring incessantly, "You slut, you wanton bitch! I'm going to squeeze your big tits raw, I'm going to squeeze out your milk!!!" He said it, and he did it. He no longer treated my breasts with the alternating gentleness and brutality of the past; now he treated them as if they were inanimate, gripping the nipples just below the areolas with all his might, twisting and squeezing them forcefully. I could only watch helplessly as the lower part of my breasts swelled like a steamed bun, while the upper part squeezed out thin slices from between his iron fingers, leaving only two nipples protruding from his fist. These nipples were no longer rosy, but had turned a dark purple, almost doubling in size, the wrinkles on the nipples stretched out, the milk ducts large enough to fit toothpicks. I really wanted to scream, but the pain brought back my reason, telling me that if I screamed, I would be the one who suffered the most. A mother willingly becomes her son's sex slave, even actively soliciting her son's classmates to play with her on the bus—who would sympathize with such a slut like me? Since I've chosen this path of no return, I can only endure it. His sharp teeth dug tightly into my snow-white lips. I dared not utter a sound, only gasping intermittently, my hands moving faster, hoping to stimulate the big guy to ejaculate sooner. Suddenly, the mushroom head in my hand twitched; I knew I was finally free. The big guy really released my ravaged breasts, grabbed my hair, and pressed me down. Before my mouth could even reach it, the urethral opening on his glans closed a few times before suddenly spurting out a beam of white light, hitting my face heavily. The semen flowed from my bangs to the tip of my nose; the second and third streams accurately entered my mouth, smearing my tongue and throat. I instinctively arched my body to a 70-degree angle. Holding the still trembling glans in my mouth, under the tutelage of my son's large penis, I had mastered how to use my tongue when my mouth was stretched to its limit and filled to the brim. Although the big guy's penis was thicker, I quickly adapted to the new limit. Perhaps because of the exercise, his semen had a very strong sperm smell and was exceptionally concentrated. His glans was really big, no wonder there was so much semen. I could almost stick the tip of my tongue in a little. The big guy probably wanted me to do this, and he stroked my back with satisfaction. I also liked the feeling of his rough, big hands caressing me, but such moments were too rare.
The blond-haired and prematurely gray-haired men, who felt ignored, dragged me off the big guy's cock. "Slut, now it's time to let us have some fun." It seems today's events are far from over; I was truly terrified by these crazy brats. "Everything on a slave's body belongs to the master; please do with it as you see fit." I hoped my earlier neglect hadn't driven them too crazy. The scene earlier probably stimulated them as well, because they didn't make things too difficult for me; one of them fucked my mouth, and the other fucked my pussy. The blond-haired man fucked my mouth; his cock was thin, very white, with little hair, but long—longer than my son's, and when hard, it was like an iron bar. Because it wasn't too thick, although it wasn't very comfortable being pushed in my throat, it was still better than the feeling of being suffocated by my son's or the big guy's cock, so I obediently let him thrust in and out of my mouth as he pleased. The young man with the white hair truly lived up to his reputation as a sex expert. Although his penis wasn't as large as his son's or the big guy's, it was still a masterpiece. Its thickness and length were perfectly suited to my vagina. He probably discovered that my vagina was shallow and I orgasmed easily, and he quickly found the secret to fucking me. He didn't insert his penis all the way into my vagina, but only to the cervix each time. Every time I wanted to meet his thrusts into my uterus and bring me to orgasm, he would gently withdraw, rubbing against my cervix like that. It was so itchy that I almost wanted to stick my hand in and scratch it. Until the blond guy ejaculated in my mouth, I didn't get to taste what his semen tasted like, which was a bit of a regret, because he ejaculated with his penis inserted into my throat, directly into my stomach. It was as if my mouth was a free tunnel, going in and out without even paying me a toll. At this point, the young man with the white hair began to really fuck my cunt hard, breaking through the cervix each time. Before ten thrusts were up, I felt myself about to orgasm. This time it felt even better than last time. I really have to thank the young man with the white hair for fucking me so well. Just as I was about to let my egg and the prematurely gray-haired man's sperm meet in my uterus, the prematurely gray-haired man suddenly pulled his penis out of my vagina and forcefully pressed my head down. I was almost headfirst, toes touching the ground, my body completely folded over, my wet, throbbing vagina facing the car roof. Just as I was feeling completely bewildered, my long-silent son suddenly pulled a toothbrush from his pocket and forcefully pressed the bristle end into my writhing anus. A little of the fat man's semen was also squeezed out of my anus. The sudden stimulation of the toothbrush caused my rectum to contract violently, causing my entire vagina and uterus to contract and rub together. Splat! A spray of water gushed out of my vagina, and I finally experienced the orgasm I had been waiting for. Since it was late spring, the car's vent was already open, and my vaginal fluids sprayed out dramatically from it. Keep in mind, my pussy was almost 1.5 meters away from the vent! But if someone outside the car saw it, it would be quite a sight, because it looked a bit like a whale spouting water, except its purpose was breathing, mine was because of lust…

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