My mother is a sex worker

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My name is Zhao Hua, I'm 23 years old, and a recent graduate. I grew up in a poor single-parent family. My mother gave birth to me when she was sixteen, and my father was a street urchin. When I was four, he was sentenced to prison for gambling, and for the next ten years or so, I lived with my mother and never saw my father again.

Having relied on my mother since childhood, I developed a strong character, studied diligently, and was always a top student in school.

However, although I was favored by my teachers, I was never popular with my classmates. Apart from one classmate from junior high school with whom I had a connection, I had no friends. It wasn't because I was withdrawn, but because I never went out with other children my age.

The reason was simple: I had no money.

Speaking of which, I must introduce my mother.

When she was young, my mother worked as an accountant at a supply and marketing cooperative for a year. She was conscientious and responsible at work, never delaying or falsifying tasks assigned by her superiors.

However, my mother was naturally timid and cowardly. In addition, my mother was beautiful, with a small, oval face, striking features, large eyes, long eyelashes, and thin lips; her figure was also remarkable, with a pert bottom, plump breasts, and a swaying gait when she walked in high heels…

Because of this personality and appearance, my mother only worked as an accountant at the supply and marketing cooperative for a year before she couldn't continue.

(Readers will surely have doubts upon reading this. I will explain the reasons for my mother's resignation later.)

Now, to be honest, my mother was a professional prostitute, or more accurately, a clandestine prostitute. Hair salons, nightclubs, saunas… even public toilets on the street were places where my mother “worked.”

My mother's work was extremely hard; she never slept at night and often went out to “earn extra money” during the day. Faced with immense financial pressure, my mother had to constantly overwork and torment her body.

Although life was very difficult, fortunately, at a young age, I received something that normal children would never dare to dream of: a perfect sexual partner. The woman who introduced me to the wonders of sex so early was my mother.

My first incestuous relationship with my mother happened on my thirteenth birthday.

I still remember it clearly. That night, my mother came home early from the hair salon, but unlike other mothers, she didn't buy her son a small gift or order a cake. She just made me a bowl of longevity noodles.

I was a little disappointed, but I didn't show it.

Later, as I was eating the noodles, my mother suddenly knelt down in front of me. I was very surprised and didn't know what to do. Then, without saying a word, my mother reached out and helped me take off my shorts, and then touched my penis. After

caressing it for a while, my penis grew a little bigger, and my mother took it into her mouth and knelt down to give me oral sex.

Probably because she was used to giving oral sex to customers, my mother's movements were very large and fast from the start. It was my first time experiencing sexual intercourse, and I was extremely nervous. My mind was blank, and I felt almost no pleasure in my lower body. After all, I hadn't even learned how to masturbate before.

After a short while, my mother realized my penis wasn't hard enough in her mouth, so she spat it out and started masturbating me with her hand.

Masturbation was definitely more effective; my mother only stroked it a dozen times before my penis was fully erect.

Just before ejaculating, my mother quickly circled the head of my penis with her tongue and constantly tickled my anus with her other hand, stimulating me so much I almost knocked over the noodles on the table.

Finally, I ejaculated half into my mother's mouth and half into her hand.

That year I had just started junior high school, and my mother was thirty-six.

Perhaps because it was my "first time," to this day, I still enjoy having my mother give me oral sex during meals. And my mother never refuses; whenever I bring it up, she immediately puts down her chopsticks, comes over, and kneels to give me oral sex. After she finishes, my mother doesn't even wipe her mouth before going back to eating.

After my mother had given me oral sex and masturbation, naturally, we went to bed together the next day.

My mother had a very full figure, especially her breasts, which were plump, large, and white. According to my mother herself, she had to wear at least a 34D bra, and even though she was nearly forty, they showed no signs of sagging.

Before making love with my mother for the first time, I excitedly pinched and kneaded her breasts for a good ten minutes, still feeling very aroused.

As for my mother's vagina, it had darkened a bit due to being penetrated by various sizes and lengths of penises every day. But despite this, the inside of my mother's vagina still maintained the tightness of a young woman.

Often, when I was tired from doing homework, I would lift my mother's skirt, spread her legs, and then use my fingers to part her two thick labia majora and minora to observe my mother's dark brown vulva up close. Sometimes, I would mischievously tap her clitoris with my front teeth, stimulating my mother's vagina to produce fluid.

My mother always objected to me touching her vulva with my mouth because she felt it was dirty.

When I was little, I didn't understand and asked my mother why it was dirty. My mother's answer was humorous—I still remember it—"Because many uncles like to pee there."

Now that I'm grown up, I don't find that sentence humorous at all…

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Over the years, my mother's long-cherished wish was to save enough money to take me far away and start a new life in another place. Therefore, my mother worked exceptionally hard, and because she was a prostitute, she gradually became famous in the neighborhood through word of mouth among her clients.

Almost every lecherous man living in our area knew my mother.

In the afternoon, after buying groceries at the market, my mother rode her bicycle home. Just as she entered the community gate, Old Zhao from the gatehouse called out to her, "Hey, Xiao Feng, come here for a second!"

It was almost time for me to get out of school, and my mother was always in a rush. She knew perfectly well why Old Zhao had called her, and she was somewhat reluctant.

But there was nothing she could do; although Old Zhao was just a gatekeeper, he was not someone to be trifled with. After thinking for a moment,

my mother obediently went over. She parked her bicycle in front of the gatehouse and then walked in with her head down. As soon as she entered, Old Zhao grabbed my mother from behind, kissing her earlobes and cheeks while kneading her large breasts with his hands.

My mother frowned and said coquettishly, "Let's forget about it today, Old Zhao, my son is waiting for me to cook dinner..."

"What's the rush? Ten minutes will do."

With that, Old Zhao began unbuttoning my mother's shirt.

After removing her pink coat and white shirt, Mom revealed a dark purple bra covering her large, round breasts. Old Zhao drooled, reached out and pulled off Mom's bra, then bent down and took one of Mom's nipples into his mouth, sucking on it.

"Squeak, squeak," Old Zhao squinted, enjoying his sucking on Mom's breast, leaving her snow-white breasts covered in saliva.

At this moment, Mom looked nervous, glancing out the window every now and then, afraid that an acquaintance might pass by—not because she was afraid of being seen and embarrassed, but because she was afraid of attracting other lecherous men into the house.

Old Zhao was thoroughly enjoying sucking on my mother's breasts. He swayed his head from side to side, repeatedly nibbling at her snow-white flesh. He took turns sucking on her two large, dark brown nipples, sometimes sucking hard, sometimes gently biting them.

He ate these "boobs" for a good ten minutes, still unwilling to let go.

After a while, the wall clock pointed to 5:30.

My mother was really getting impatient. She pushed Old Zhao away forcefully, saying somewhat unhappily, "We agreed on ten minutes, now I have to go!"

Old Zhao knew that forcing things wouldn't work, so he spat out my mother's nipple and instead grasped her two large breasts with his hands, her erect nipples pressed against his palms.

"Hehe, you can leave, but you have to promise me one thing..."

Old Zhao said with a smile, still fondling my mother's breasts.

"What do you want?"

Then, Old Zhao leaned close to my mother's ear, speaking to her mysteriously, his face full of lewdness. Finally, he pulled a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and waved it in front of her. My mother's

face flushed crimson, a mixture of shyness and disgust on her face. However, despite her reluctance, seeing the tempting banknote before her, she didn't hesitate and finally nodded.

...

In the evening, I finally got out of school and returned home. My diligent mother had already cooked dinner and was tidying up clothes in the house.

I called her to come eat, but she waved her hand and continued tidying without looking up.

I asked, "What's wrong, Mom? Is something the matter?"

She sighed and said, "Sigh... Go eat quickly, then do your homework. Don't meddle in adult matters..."

Seeing that my mother was troubled, I didn't dare ask any more questions and immediately went to serve the rice and dishes.

An hour later, Mom had been out for a while. I, always a diligent and self-disciplined student, had already sat down at my desk to do my homework.

As I worked, a particularly tricky math problem stumped me. Just as I looked up at the window, racking my brains for a solution, I was surprised to see a woman with a familiar face but strangely dressed not far away—it was my mother!

Under the bright streetlights, my mother was wearing flesh-colored stockings with an open crotch and 15-centimeter high heels. Strangely, in public, she wasn't wearing a skirt or pants; her lower body was almost completely naked, with only a semi-transparent trench coat draped over her shoulders. Suddenly, I noticed a red leather collar around her neck—oh, now I understood, Mom was pretending to be a female dog being walked!

Sure enough, a short while later, an old man approached. He put a leash on my mother's collar and began "walking" her around the neighborhood. My mother struggled to crawl on all fours, but she remained silent throughout, simply following closely behind the old man.

Squinting, I took a closer look and realized that the old man was none other than Old Zhao, the security guard who had suckled my mother's breast in the guardhouse that afternoon.

Old Zhao led my mother on the leash, aimlessly strolling along the quiet lawn behind the neighborhood. Along the way, they encountered several uncles and elders, and Old Zhao generously handed them the leash, letting them also take advantage of my poor mother.

None of these uncles and elders were good people; they had often abused my mother, almost all of them were her regular customers, and sometimes they would even come to my house to rape... no, to solicit prostitutes for my mother.

Later, these uncles and elders gathered together and, along with Old Zhao, took my mother for a walk. The lawn was filled with a cheerful atmosphere. Of course, my mother didn't find it interesting at all. She slumped her head, her face almost expressionless, simply letting the men lead her around on leashes.

...

By the way, I must mention here: the neighborhood where my mother and I lived was practically the oldest in our county... The buildings were extremely dilapidated, without any decoration, and the stairwells were filthy and chaotic. However, the rent and other expenses were the lowest. Most of the residents in this area were old bachelors, hooligans, or migrant workers from other places—in short, all poor.

These people were in dire financial straits and naturally couldn't find wives. Therefore, whenever they had spare money, besides drinking and gambling, they spent the rest on prostitutes... I suppose that besides the low rent, my mother chose to live in this neighborhood because of this abundant clientele!

Of course, not everyone enjoys gambling, drinking, and prostitution. Among these residents are some good people, especially the migrant workers from other places.

For example, there's a young man named Wang who lives on the fourth floor of our building. He came to the county town from the countryside last year to work. He's a very hardworking young man; he works almost every day of the year, from dawn till dusk, working tirelessly.

One time, my mother was selling her body on the rooftop… (During that period, some hooligans in the neighborhood won a large sum of money gambling and made my mother go to the rooftop every noon to provide them with services. This went on for seven days, with several men taking turns each day, exhausting my mother.)

That noon, after lunch, my mother changed into a sexy tank top, black stockings, and pointed high heels, and went to the rooftop to sell her body as usual. At that time, the young man surnamed Wang was also on the rooftop, hanging clothes to dry.

Later, he saw my mother kneeling on the ground, her breasts exposed, licking and sucking four or five penises at the same time. Finally, my mother took off her stockings, spread her legs, and let those men fuck her hole one by one. While her ass was being violently fucked, my mother was also screaming loudly... The young man surnamed Wang was, after all, still young. How could he not be excited when he saw this scene?

Those hooligans spotted him, seeing him standing there dumbfounded with a small tent already erect, and sneered, "Hey, don't be such a fool, come on over and have some fun! Hurry up!"

The young man surnamed Wang, hearing this, was both frightened and embarrassed, and immediately turned to leave. Unexpectedly, those hooligans had recently won a lot of money and were in high spirits, so they shouted back, "Don't go! We've got money, come on, we're treating you to 'chicken' today, it's free!!" A

free lunch is a rare treat… but even with his hard penis, the young man surnamed Wang remained unmoved and ran away in a flash. At that moment, although my mother was being fucked senseless by those dicks, she inadvertently remembered the neighbor's young man's youthful face.

About a month later, on the day after the midterm exams, to reward me for getting first place in the class, my mother, wearing sexy lingerie, was giving me a blowjob under the desk. Just as I was swaying with pleasure, there was a knock at the door.

My mother initially thought it was some lecherous man, driven by lust, coming to have his way with her. She told me to wait in the bedroom while she went to get rid of him and then came back to continue giving me oral sex.

But to her surprise, when she opened the door, it was the young man surnamed Wang standing there.

Immediately, my mother felt a mixture of surprise and disappointment. She was surprised because this was the first time Wang had come to our house; after all, they had been neighbors for a long time. She was disappointed because he might not be as upright as she had imagined, and might actually be a lecherous man too.

But after a conversation, my mother realized she had misunderstood, and was terribly wrong. This young man was not only upright and not lecherous, but, just as she had thought, he was also a devoted and filial son.

It turned out that this young man surnamed Wang hadn't returned to his hometown for several years since leaving the countryside to work in the city, all in an effort to save as much money as possible. He was an only child; his mother had passed away long ago, leaving only his disabled father to live alone in the village house. Fortunately, his hardship had finally paid off, and over the years he had saved enough money. So, a few days ago, he brought his father to live with him in the city for a while.

My mother was deeply moved after hearing his story. She took his hand and asked if he needed any help.

The young man nodded, a little embarrassed, and then mumbled for a long time before finally explaining: His father wasn't actually that old, but he was disabled, and since his mother's death, no woman had ever given him a second glance. For decades, his father had lived a solitary life…

At this point, the young man took an envelope from his pocket, inside which were neatly stacked two thousand yuan, and handed it to my mother.

The mother gladly accepted the envelope, casually pulled out a few bills, and then returned it to him with a smile, saying, "This is enough, don't worry!"

After that night, the young man's father stayed there for about half a month. During this time, my mother would go to his house every morning to have sex with his father. Sometimes, my mother would even help the father and son with laundry and cooking.

Because the young man's father had difficulty walking, when there was nothing to do during the day, my mother would sit on the edge of his bed, unbutton her shirt, and let him rub her breasts and suck her nipples at will; or she would take off her underwear and let him put his hand under her skirt to touch her genitals; when they were in high spirits, as long as his father gave my mother a look, my mother would consciously crawl under the covers, first using her delicate hands to take out his penis, gently stroking it for a while, until it was hard, my mother would put the glans in her mouth, sucking and licking his penis in various ways until he ejaculated in my mother's mouth.

But who would have thought that my mother's submissive compliance and constant acquiescence were merely wishful thinking on her part? In her father's eyes, my mother was nothing more than a professional prostitute, someone men could play with as they pleased, which was perfectly acceptable. Gradually, her father transformed from a traditional rural old man into a completely lewd and perverse individual, revealing his sexually deviant nature.

In the last week, he even decreed that every morning when my mother came over, the first thing she had to do upon entering the house was to strip naked in front of him, and then he would examine her body.

This so-called "examination" was actually him using various fruits and vegetables to abuse my mother's genitals. For example, he would stick a cucumber into my mother's vagina to see how "deep" her vagina was, or he would stuff grapes into her anus and then make her contract her rectal sphincter to crush the grapes and expel the juice like urination... Although my mother had received enemas from other clients, this was the first time she had ever tried such a perverse method. Therefore, every morning when her father stuffed things into her anus, my mother had a look of shame and anger on her face, but she was helpless.

However, the most terrifying thing was that her father would take out two beer bottles, suck almost all the air out of the bottles, and then put the bottle openings over my mother's two large nipples. Because the bottles were almost vacuum-sealed, the bottle openings quickly and firmly stuck to my mother's nipples and wouldn't fall off for a while. After being squeezed by the vacuum, the two large nipples inside the bottles quickly swelled up, becoming red and large, the size of two quail eggs injected with ripening agents, a truly "spectacular" sight.

This was a real ordeal for my mother. Every time her father did this, she would kneel on the ground, trembling in pain. But the old man seemed to enjoy it, watching with great interest, ignoring my mother's screams and cries. He wouldn't stop...

Meanwhile, the young man surnamed Wang was completely unaware of this, believing that his father and my mother had always gotten along harmoniously!

But we couldn't blame him. The young man worked tirelessly from dawn till dusk, rarely seen during the day. My mother knew very well that he was risking his life for others... She had mentioned the jobs he did in casual conversations, and they were almost all arduous and dangerous, jobs that locals generally wouldn't take...

We were both in the same boat, both suffering, so my mother didn't dwell on it. She never mentioned a word to the young man about how his father was abusing his body.

His father's legs were indeed very weak; he would stagger even with a cane when going downstairs or out the door. My mother, out of kindness, would go to the city in the morning to have sex with him, and then help with housework and cook lunch.

(Author's note: Who says "prostitutes are heartless and actors are unfaithful"? This article is meant to vindicate prostitutes!)

During the last week, because of his father's perverse rule, my mother was often completely naked, walking around the living room.

When my mother was young, in her twenties, she was pretty and cute, with a full and graceful figure—truly a natural beauty. More than ten years later, my mother was middle-aged, but she still retained her charm. Coupled with the fact that she was constantly being fucked and ejaculated inside by men, her sex life was extremely frequent… My mother's figure not only didn't deteriorate, but it became even more plump and juicy.

This time, the young man's father was truly blessed with good fortune. Not only could he shamelessly ravage my mother's tender cunt with his penis, and torture and abuse her genitals with various objects; he could also watch my mother sway her large, white buttocks while wiping tables and mopping floors, working hard, while he made her serve him tea and water, massage his back and feet, like a subservient female slave.

A long week finally passed, and the young man's father was finally going back to his hometown.

Before leaving, the young man earnestly asked my mother that whenever his father came to the city to visit relatives, she must "rekindle their old flame," allowing his father to taste the flavor of a woman one last time.

Although my mother was filled with resentment, she endured it and smiled as she agreed.

...

As mentioned at the beginning of the article, I experienced much hardship from a young age, and the trials of life made me mature much earlier than my peers, and I had a clear understanding of reality. Therefore, I have always firmly believed in one thing: good grades and getting into a good university are my only way out.

To change my future and rescue my mother from this brothel as soon as possible, in my senior year of high school, I, already a top student, studied even harder than before: for 365 days a year, I hardly took a single day off.

...

"Damn! Hua Zi, your mom's almost forty, how come her cunt is still so tight?!"

"Alright, Xiao Qiang, hurry up and finish it! If my mom suddenly wakes up, we're both doomed..."

"It's okay, don't worry, this drug is super strong, it'll keep your mom asleep for several hours!"

The person who said this was Zhang Qiang, my junior high school classmate and my only friend since childhood. We were about the same age, lived close by, and had always been very close, like brothers.

He usually called me Hua Zi.

At that moment, on the large bed in my bedroom, Zhang Qiang was on top of my mother, fiercely fucking her, while feigning surprise as he told me what he had just said.

Zhang Qiang was different from the other classmates; he knew I was a poor, unfortunate child, orphaned at a young age, and my mother a prostitute. Despite my tragic past, Zhang Qiang not only didn't look down on me, but was willing to befriend me and took great care of me.

When I was in junior high, my mother fell seriously ill at home for over two months, unable to work as a prostitute. After a period of financial hardship, our family was almost starving. Thanks to Zhang Qiang, he helped my mother and me during this difficult time—he stole two thousand yuan in cash from his own home—and to this day, his parents have no idea.

Therefore, I am truly grateful to this young man for all the little things we've done over the years. Unfortunately, in return, I had nothing good to share with him—nothing to eat, drink, or play with.

Later, after graduating from junior high, Zhang Qiang, whose grades were average, didn't get into a regular high school and went to a vocational college.

One weekend, Zhang Qiang asked me to hang out. During our conversation, he mentioned that he had dated a few girls at school, but after a while, it got boring; they were all dry and lifeless.

Because I had already had incest with my mother and enjoyed years of sex, I generally wasn't interested in such topics. But Zhang Qiang kept going on and on, giving me mysterious winks.

Until he said, "I want to find a mature woman to play with, older doesn't matter, just big breasts and a perky ass..."

At that point, it was clear—Zhang Qiang was after my beautiful, slutty mother!

Finally, I had a chance to repay Zhang Qiang. I gritted my teeth and decisively told him: It's okay, for the sake of brotherhood, I don't mind. If he wants, I can help him drug and rape my own mother.

This led to the scene described earlier…

After a few jokes, Zhang Qiang lifted my mother's plump, white body and flipped her over, making her kneel on the mattress. Her fleshy waist and abdomen arched upwards, forming a bridge shape.

Then, Zhang Qiang positioned my mother's large buttocks behind her, sticking them up high, creating an extremely lewd sexual position. He proudly raised his penis, aimed it at my mother's wet vaginal opening, and after rubbing the head of his penis against it a few times, with a "plop," most of his penis was inserted into my mother's vagina.

I was engrossed in my studies at my desk when I heard a creaking sound behind me, undoubtedly from the bed. I put down my book and peeked back. Sure enough, Zhang Qiang was straddling my mother's round buttocks, thrusting his hips back and forth. My mother's breasts swayed up and down with his vigorous thrusts, her nipples bouncing wildly. When he got carried away, Zhang Qiang would grab her nipples and pull them outwards, or grasp the areolas and squeeze them tightly with his fingers.

When he realized I wasn't studying but peeking, Zhang Qiang continued thrusting while simultaneously lifting my mother's legs high to the side and back, deliberately letting me "enjoy" the sight of our genitals meeting. As Zhang Qiang's thrusts became increasingly intense, my mother's high breasts swayed more and more violently, like two large coconuts hanging precariously from a tree during a typhoon.

Watching my own mother, drugged and lying limply on the mattress, her body naked and slumped, being sexually assaulted in various shameful and lewd positions… Admittedly, the guy who was toying with my mother was my best friend, my brother, and had done me many favors, but deep down, I was still struggling and unhappy…

“Hey, Hua Zi, do me a favor, go find a pair of your mom’s usual black stockings and put them on her. I want to ejaculate on her through them!”

“Xiao Qiang, you haven’t returned the stockings I lent you for masturbation, and now you…”

“Okay, okay, I promise I won’t get them dirty this time! Hurry up, Hua Zi!”

…

Zhang Qiang and I were brothers, needless to say, but later, for some reason, Zhang Qiang’s father also had a relationship with my mother.

According to Zhang Qiang, it seems that one time he was home alone, watching porn while masturbating with my mother’s underwear. Unfortunately, his father left work early that day, and the two of them caught them. After his father beat Zhang Qiang severely, he forced him to reveal the "origin" of the underwear.

It turned out that his father found out the underwear belonged to my mother, and he stormed to my house, berated her, and threatened to sue her for "sexually harassing a minor." My

mother had always known that Zhang Qiang and I were close, including his previous financial assistance to our family. Although my mother was a lowly woman, she still had a sense of morality.

Today, the other party's parents came to cause trouble. Although the matter was unclear, there was no smoke without fire. For the sake of my relationship with Zhang Qiang, my mother decided to swallow her anger and suffer in silence.

To avoid making a scene, she chose to settle things peacefully, inviting Zhang Qiang's father out for dinner and drinks to have a proper talk.

But as the old saying goes, "When people are well-fed and warm, they think of lust." After a hearty meal and drinks, Zhang Qiang's father became shameless—insisting on taking my mother to his house for a "further talk," or more bluntly, to a hotel room, claiming it was his way of "punishing" her on behalf of his son… My mother thought to herself, "I've already been with countless men, so since things have come to this, I might as well let Zhang Qiang's father have his fun for free!"

And so, half-heartedly, my mother was forced to sleep with him.

But once there's a first time, there's a second, a third…

From then on, Zhang Qiang's father frequently invited my mother out for sex, sometimes even taking her back to his house for illicit relations. Especially after drinking, he became particularly frenzied, taking advantage of my mother without any restraint, even towards his own son.

One time, Zhang Qiang's father drank a pound and a half of liquor, becoming extremely drunk, and coincidentally, his mother was away on a business trip. When he returned home drunk, his lust took over, and he called my mother, ordering her to come to his house within half an hour, or else she would be in serious trouble!

That day, my mother had planned to rest, not go out to entertain guests, but stay home and cook some good food for me, and help me with my homework and read. However, after receiving a call from Zhang Qiang's father, she thought about it and decided she had to go.

So, she quickly dressed up, hopped on her electric scooter, and rushed to Zhang Qiang's house, arriving on time.

But who would have thought that Zhang Qiang's father, that shameless scoundrel, would brazenly be intimate with my mother right in front of Zhang Qiang?

He sat on the sofa, and as soon as my mother entered, he pulled her into his arms, while Zhang Qiang was watching TV nearby. Then, he reached into the neckline of my mother's low-cut dress and, in a few swift movements, ripped off her oversized bra. My mother's full, white breasts were immediately exposed, rising and falling, being tossed and kneaded wantonly by her father.

My mother, seeing Zhang Qiang still sitting there, groaned and screamed in shame and anger, telling him to leave immediately! Go back to the room!

Zhang Qiang was still just a kid, all lust and no guts. Although he left immediately, he didn't go far. Instead, he silently hid behind the door, peeping at his father raping my mother while masturbating.

"You filthy bitch, you're so fucking slutty!"

His father pressed my mother down on his lap, one hand holding half of her buttocks, the other around her waist, his penis fully inside her vagina, thrusting in and out relentlessly, almost reaching her cervix. After dozens of vigorous thrusts, my mother was completely subdued by his father's huge penis. Her whole body trembled from the fucking, her breasts bounced, and her jade feet, encased in flesh-colored stockings, excitedly rose up on their toes, the arches of her feet almost forming a right angle with the ground, her toes touching the tips of her high heels.

As he ejaculated, Zhang Qiang's father roared as if no one else was around, his testicles twitching as he poured semen into his penis. My mother stopped thrusting, her head tilting back as she felt the gurgling semen flowing from her vagina. She leaned weakly against the man's strong chest, a rosy flush rising on her cheeks.

To be able to fuck a professional prostitute like my mother like that, Zhang Qiang's father was definitely a seasoned womanizer.

...

After graduating from high school, I was admitted to a top-tier university, though it was in the provincial capital.

Having grown up with my mother and being quite introverted, I found it very difficult to adjust to living alone in a dormitory and eating in the cafeteria, especially at night when I was thinking about women… Fortunately, my mother was very considerate of me. Throughout my four years of university, aside from various holidays, she made sure I came home at least once a month to reunite with her.

However, one time, this "going home" incident caused a little embarrassment.

It happened during the school's sports meet, and I neither felt like participating nor was able to. So, I decided to suddenly go home to surprise my mother. But to my surprise, as soon as I entered the house, I stumbled upon my mother having sex with a man on the living room sofa. My mother was completely naked, her legs spread wide apart, being carried on the man's shoulders. Her large, full breasts heaved against her chest, covered in teeth marks and scratches. On the living room floor, her colorful bras, panties, and stockings were scattered haphazardly around the sofa, but only one high heel was visible. Most horrifyingly, a rag was stuffed into my mother's mouth, and while her vagina was being ravaged, she could only whimper softly, unable to utter a sound.

The man who was making love to my mother was drunk, reeking of alcohol, making the whole house smell terrible. And to this day, I still can't forget his ugly, red face, with a huge fleshy lump on it—it was utterly disgusting…

Seeing this, I felt both embarrassed and angry, because my mother had promised me she wouldn't bring her clients home.

However, I later learned that just a few days ago, this man had paid fifty yuan to my mother for oral sex at a hair salon near the entrance of our complex. Today, he must have been drunk, and remembering my mother's cute little mouth that day, the alcohol and lust combined to cloud his judgment, causing him to break down the door, strip my mother naked, and force himself on her on the sofa.

Afterwards, my mother wanted to call the police, but once the man sobered up, his attitude changed drastically. He knew he had committed a serious crime and might be charged with rape! He not only begged my mother to forgive him but also, in a moment of panic, pulled out a full thousand yuan from his purse as atonement.

My mother looked at the stack of money on the table, sighed, shook her head, and didn't pursue the matter further.

Having mentioned "calling the police," let me take this opportunity to tell you about the police in our area!

In short, they're corrupt.

When I was little, my mother initially worked as a prostitute in certain places, like hair salons and massage parlors, because there weren't bathhouses back then. Besides providing various sexual services to lecherous men, whenever the government cracked down on prostitution, my mother would also sleep with the police officers who came to "sweep" the place, using her sexy body and superior sexual skills to bribe these "public servants."

Every time this happened, you could see those uniformed police officers coming to each small shop, bullying and oppressing them.

After a while, the owners and the police officers became familiar with each other, making it much easier for the police officers to come back. They would close the door, lock it, and then, a little while later, the hair salon owner would come up with a smile, offering cigarettes and red envelopes to each of the police officers.

My mother was working at a hair salon. The owner instructed her that when the local police came to the salon, she had to actively solicit them by performing a striptease. After she removed her clothes, skirt, and stockings, the police would send the owner away, and a group of them would surround my naked mother, yelling and screaming as they dragged her into the back room…

The scene inside was utterly unbearable to watch.

Knowing my mother was a prostitute and would never dare to resist, the police forced her to stand naked, posing in all sorts of lewd positions, wantonly humiliating her to stimulate their lust. Every hair and every inch of skin on my mother's body, inside and out, around her anus and vagina, was thoroughly examined by these policemen. Besides forcing my mother to perform various lewd acts, the police also demanded that she loudly utter incredibly obscene words and sing erotic songs while being raped by them. In these people's minds, my mother wasn't even human; she was just a public toilet, her vagina, anus, and mouth merely three fleshy holes for them to excrete their semen.

Not only that, even after the crackdown on prostitution, the local police didn't let my mother off

the hook. One morning, my mother went to the market to buy groceries. The market was crowded and chaotic, with people shoulder to shoulder and foot to foot in the aisles. Suddenly, someone bumped into my mother, and before she could turn around, the person had vanished into the crowd.

My mother instinctively checked her pockets, and sure enough, her wallet had been stolen!

There was a police station not far from the market, so my mother quickly ran there to report the crime.

As soon as she pushed open the door and went inside, the local police whistled: "Hey, isn't that the slut from the brothel?"

Then, without a word, several of them swarmed around my mother, groping her breasts and buttocks. Seeing this, my mother could only try to push them away, crying out, "No, no..."

But these shameless policemen ignored her. Several of them worked together, quickly unbuttoning her blouse and pulling down her bright red bra, revealing her large, white breasts. Then, one of them reached inside her floral skirt, touching and playing with her genitals through her flesh-colored pantyhose and thong.

After a while, finally one of them got down to business, asking my mother, "What are you doing here? Missing our dicks?"

While asking, he pinched my mother's nipples, twisting and rubbing them between his fingers, thoroughly enjoying himself.

My mother naturally shook her head in denial, telling them that her wallet had been stolen and she was there to report it. However, at the same time, my mother stopped struggling and just stood there motionless, letting the men play with and molest her body.

Logically, serving the people and solving cases and arresting criminals was the duty of these local police officers. But having finally gotten a chance to get intimate with my mother, this delicious "fat piece of meat," they naturally wouldn't let it slip by.

The officers promised my mother they could guarantee to find her wallet and return every penny.

But there was one condition: before starting the investigation, my mother had to agree to strip naked right there in the police station office and give each of them oral sex, including blowjobs and ingesting their semen… otherwise, it wouldn't count. My mother thought

, well, this isn't the first time. To get her wallet back, she'd just have to endure it, even if it meant being fucked by those bastards for nothing! Without much hesitation, my mother nodded in agreement.

Then, the real show began: the police officers excitedly went around, closed the door, drew all the curtains, and moved the coffee table and chairs to make room.

Once everything was ready, my mother, her face flushed red in front of a room full of lustful men, obediently began to remove her clothes, one by one, from her top and skirt down to her stockings and underwear. After she was completely naked, she knelt on the floor as instructed by the officers and began to serve their captain.

The captain sat in a chair, and my mother knelt at his feet, gently unbuckling his belt. Then, she parted her red lips, extended her tongue, and began to lick his stinky penis. She licked very carefully, her nimble tongue sliding over the shaft, from bottom to top, licking the testicles, penis, glans, and urethral opening—every part. Even the smegma under the foreskin was licked clean with the tip of her tongue.

After about ten minutes of licking and sucking, the captain looked utterly satisfied, seemingly about to ejaculate. Suddenly, he thrust his hips forward, plunging his entire thick penis into my mother's throat. Instantly, her mouth was filled to the brim with his large cock, leaving her only able to make muffled "ooh" sounds.

After ejaculating, my mother still held the captain's limp penis in her mouth, gently stroking his scrotum with her hand.

After the captain finished, the other officers followed suit, taking turns inserting their penises into my mother's mouth. My mother was incredibly skilled at oral sex, each time taking the man's penis deep into her mouth before slowly releasing it, her tongue tracing the glans and gently pressing against the sensitive spot on the urethral opening.

These policemen were far more adept than the average client; they handcuffed and shackled my mother, ordering her to squat naked in a corner with her hands behind her head. Under duress, when my mother later performed oral sex on them, she often acted like a prisoner, her buttocks raised high, exposing her lewd vulva and anus, while trembling as she performed the act.

According to their previous "agreement," most men ejaculated directly into my mother's mouth, making her open her mouth for them to inspect; a few who missed sprayed semen onto her cheeks or forehead, and my mother would use her fingers to scrape every last drop of semen from her face into her mouth, then swallow it in front of them.

I don't know if my mother's wallet was ever recovered that day; but when she walked out of the police station, it was already midday, a full three hours had passed…

After graduating from university, the next step was naturally finding a job. At this time, I once again experienced the hardships of life. Although I graduated from a top-tier university with a decent major, for a small-town boy like me, with neither money nor connections, finding a good job was still extremely difficult. I

wandered around the provincial capital for over a month, without any success. For well-paying jobs, I met the educational requirements, but lacked connections; employers valued family background more. For lower-paying jobs, the contracts I saw practically required me to sell myself into slavery, and the salaries were worse than farming in the countryside.

After ten years of hard study, finally graduating with a higher degree, I still rely on my mother for support… Thinking about how hard she works to earn money, my heart aches like it's bleeding.

I remember as a child, in various corners near my home, I saw my mother wearing brightly colored stockings and a short skirt, her beautiful legs held high by neighboring men, who would brutally penetrate her from behind. When I passed by, she would scream and tell me to hurry home! Seeing my young age, the neighboring men would deliberately tease us, forcing me to watch them abuse my mother. In front of me, they would violently penetrate her vagina while spanking her buttocks and pulling her nipples.

When school fees were due, and money was tight, my mother had to "work overtime," forced to bring strange men home for the night. In my memory, during those unforgettable days, every night while other residents turned off their lights and went to sleep, my house remained brightly lit and bustling with activity.

According to the neighbors, whenever money was tight, at least two, usually five or six, and sometimes even more than a dozen lecherous men would come to patronize my mother every night. These men were all regulars in the neighborhood, and because they lived nearby, they often stayed out very late. Even in the early hours of the morning, you could still hear men's lewd laughter and women's moans coming from my mother's bedroom.

These unscrupulous clients raped or gang-raped my mother everywhere—in the living room, the bathroom, the bedroom—leaving traces of their defilement in every corner of the house.

But as a professional prostitute, my mother was incredibly dedicated. As long as the clients paid enough, she would almost always let them do as they pleased without complaint.

They even made my mother strip naked and play cards with them. The loser didn't have to pay, but the winner got the chance to fuck my mother, using all three of her orifices within a set time. They made her kneel and perform oral sex, thrust into her anus while her buttocks were raised, or gave her an enema with a beer bottle… After the last hand of cards, three or four men attacked her, inserting several penises into her vagina, anus, and mouth simultaneously, performing piston-like movements—a so-called "three-hole ejaculation." Although my mother was a prostitute, she was still a vulnerable woman. The sudden insertion of three penises into her caused her to scream in pain, her moans filling the air, waking me from my sleep several times.

… I

've digressed a bit. Back to the main point.

After interviewing at my last company and being rejected again by the manager, I was deeply hurt and disappointed. I decided to temporarily leave the provincial capital and return to my hometown to discuss things with my mother.

Upon arriving home, I ran into the security guard, Old Zhao, at the entrance of our residential complex. We'd been neighbors for over ten years, so I chatted with him.

Old Zhao, knowing I was graduating from university this year, asked me a few questions about my job search. I told him the truth, "Nothing's come of it." Old Zhao shook his head and sighed, indicating he understood. He then advised me, "Your mother works hard to earn money; you need to find work soon and support yourself."

Since we were talking about my mother, I casually asked Old Zhao if I had seen her today. Old Zhao pursed his lips and said he hadn't seen her, but he knew where she was—in the internet cafe across the street.

"What's Mom doing in the internet cafe?"

I wondered…

Leaving Old Zhao's office, I headed straight for the illegal internet cafe across the street.

Although it was an illegal internet cafe, it was quite large. Two floors; from the outside, the space didn't look big, but it was packed with dozens of computers. The counter at the entrance resembled a small shop, selling cigarettes, snacks, instant noodles—everything. Because this was the only internet cafe in our area, it was always packed with people going there to surf the internet and play games. It was open 24 hours a day, and its business was the envy of many.

Having only ever focused on my studies since childhood, I had never been to an internet cafe until I went to university, where I first encountered computer games.

Standing at the open entrance of the internet cafe, I didn't go in, but instead peeked inside and found my mother there!

She was sitting behind the counter, shoulder to shoulder with a middle-aged man. Their actions were very intimate. Looking down, I saw the man's hand on my mother's fair thigh, stroking her inner thigh through her stockings. My mother had her arm around the man's thick neck, seemingly whispering something. Then, I saw the man slip a hand inside my mother's floral skirt, seemingly teasing and rubbing her genitals with his fingers. Instantly, my mother shivered involuntarily.

Coincidentally, during that time, no one was at the counter turning on or off their machines, so the middle-aged man's hands became increasingly lewd. He even unbuttoned my mother's collar and openly began to knead her large breasts. Although my mother was nearly forty, her large, plump breasts were still very firm. The middle-aged man bounced her breasts around like a ball, supporting the base of her breasts with his hands, moving them up and down, left and right.

My mother neither spoke nor resisted his actions, letting him touch and pinch her as he pleased.

After a while, my mother went to the restroom. When she came out, she was carrying her stockings and bra, presumably just taken off... Several young men around her saw this and stared at her in surprise.

My mother noticed that they were staring at what she was holding, their eyes filled with lust. In an instant, my mother's face turned bright red. She quickly hurried back to the counter.

It turned out that it was all thanks to that middle-aged man. He felt that touching a woman through her clothes was always a bit of a barrier, so he told my mother to go to the bathroom and take off all her underwear, stockings, and other clothing so that he could have direct, intimate contact with her.

...

This middle-aged man was the owner of the internet cafe, surnamed He, almost fifty years old, and the neighbors all called him Old He.

Old He was the cousin of the town director. Because of this connection, when internet cafes were booming and sweeping the country, he opened a clandestine, unlicensed internet cafe in this shabby alley. Being a relative of a leader, Old He was very influential in the area; the lower-level officials in the bureau never dared to make things difficult for him.

I stood outside the internet cafe, watching other men harass my mother. Teenagers came and went in a steady stream; some looked at me with surprise, thinking I was an idiot; others followed my gaze to the counter, saw my mother sitting on a man's lap, and chuckled maliciously.

Before I knew it, it was getting dark.

"Never mind, I should just go home..."

I thought to myself.

Like when I was a child leaving school, I carried a worn-out backpack and walked home alone, lost and confused.

As I passed the alley entrance, I suddenly heard someone call my name. I stopped and looked around. The sound seemed to be coming from that direction—in the bicycle shed not far away, three or four young men were squatting and smoking. I recognized one of them: wasn't that my good brother Zhang Qiang?!

"You're back? Why didn't you tell your buddy?"

Zhang Qiang said with a smile, pulling my shoulder. The young men beside him, seeing that I was Zhang Qiang's friend, immediately came over and offered me cigarettes.

I waved my hand, saying I didn't smoke.

"Where are you going? Why are you carrying a bag?"

"Just got off the bus, I'm heading home..."

After a few brief pleasantries, Zhang Qiang suddenly looked troubled and asked me awkwardly, "Hua Zi, um... I'm a little short on cash lately, you know... could you help me out?"

"Help... what kind of help?"

"Nothing much, just... lend me some money, I'll pay you back next week!"

Hearing the words "lend money," I immediately felt uncomfortable too: "Oh, but I don't have any cash on me, only cards."

After saying that, I was about to leave when one of Zhang Qiang's friends called out to me: "Wait, wait! What's the rush?!"

The guy looked like a thug, and you could tell he wasn't someone to mess with: "Didn't you say you didn't have any money on you? You must have some at home!"

Zhang Qiang's eyes lit up when he heard that, but then dimmed again. After a long pause, he looked at me helplessly and said, "Hua Zi, I'm really sorry! Please help us out, we'll go back and get it with you."

I then pleaded with him a few more times, and soon, the men next to Zhang Qiang, who had been all smiles, now had angry expressions on their faces. Seeing the situation was getting out of hand, I was conflicted but helpless. After thinking for a moment, I decided to just accept my bad luck.

Then, I led Zhang Qiang and the others home. When we got to the door, I didn't let them in, but made them wait in the hallway while I went inside to get some cash—a way to avoid further trouble.

...

Around 10:30 pm, my mother finally returned home.

As soon as I entered the door, my mother was startled to see the TV on and a large person sitting on the sofa. After a closer look, she realized it was none other than her only son. Excitedly, she ran over and hugged me tightly, saying, "Son, why are you back?! Did you miss me?"

Even though I'm over twenty, my mother still treats me like a child.

Seeing her made me incredibly happy and excited; it was as if all the unpleasantness from before vanished in that instant.

I turned off the noisy TV, took my mother's hand, and we sat together on the sofa, cuddling and chatting about our recent lives.

As we talked, my mother seemed to consciously part her legs slightly. Under her black miniskirt, the crotch of her pantyhose was soaked, and her thick labia were parted at the entrance of her vulva, vaguely revealing the tender flesh writhing inside her vagina.

Seeing my mother's lower body slick with moisture, I asked knowingly, "Mom, why aren't you wearing underwear? Your stockings are all wet..."

My mother didn't answer my question directly. She gave me a seductive look, and finally couldn't resist, pulling me tightly into her arms, panting, "Son, Mom missed you so much! Quick... quick, give it to Mom!"

With that, she stuck out her tongue wantonly, glistening saliva dripping from its tip onto her pantyhose-clad thighs; her desire burned fiercely, and she looked at me expectantly, her expression both wanton and alluring.

Faced with such temptation, what man could resist?

I quickly stood up, removed my clothes, revealing my erect penis; my mother also immediately took off her pantyhose, lying on the sofa with her legs fully spread. I excitedly pounced on my mother, a familiar scent wafting towards me—so comforting! Although my mother was wearing cheap perfume, it still left a lingering aftertaste.

Then, I finally returned to the gate that gave me birth. With a powerful thrust of my hips, I plunged my entire penis into my mother's vagina.

As my cock pumped wildly, my hands were not idle either. One hand roughly kneaded my mother's full breasts, while the other caressed the base of her thighs. It had been months since we'd made love, and tonight I was exceptionally vigorous. Under the ravages of my large penis, my mother's tender vaginal opening continuously gushed with lustful fluids, soaking a large area of the sofa cushions.

“Baby…your thing is so big…”

“I…I’m sorry, Mom…Mom…I can’t hold back…”

“Harder…fuck me harder! Fuck Mom to death…”

Mom’s little cunt seemed to have an itchy disease. She desperately twisted her white and tender buttocks, trying her best to rub my glans with the vaginal walls to relieve the itch; I was not to be outdone. Every few thrusts, I deliberately sank my hips down hard, and with a long “whoosh…” sound, my penis was completely inside, and the glans was right up to Mom’s cervix.

“Ouch! Baby, Mom is going to be fucked to death by you!”

Hearing Mom’s lewd words, I suddenly saw the scene of johns having fun on Mom’s body. I couldn’t help but work harder, thrusting my lower body desperately, fucking the flesh inside Mom’s cunt until it turned outwards, as if it were a silent punishment.

Mom and I were intertwined in lust, fucking each other on the old sofa at home for more than an hour, and I finally felt a tingling sensation in my glans.

Knowing I was about to ejaculate, Mom quickly twisted her waist, got up, and crawled between my legs. Then, she opened her bright red cherry-like mouth and took the head of my penis, which she had just pulled out of her vagina, into her mouth. After a period of careful sucking and licking, I finally released my pent-up ejaculation, "plop plop plop," shooting my semen into Mom's mouth.

...

The next morning, I slept until after 11 o'clock. When I got up, Mom had just returned from grocery shopping.

The sun was shining brightly that day. My mother was wearing a light green dress, the hem just past her knees, elasticated, and with many pretty lace trims; underneath, she wore black pantyhose and shiny leather boots.

This sexy and alluring outfit not only made it impossible to guess her real age, but also made her look both seductive and wanton, exuding a strong carnal aura... You see, in just a few months, my mother would be forty years old.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Mom brought breakfast to the table for me.

"Yeah, I slept really soundly, probably because I was tired..."

I said weakly, still half-asleep.

As Mom and I were eating, there was a knock at the door. When I opened it, I found it was Zhang Qiang.

"Hey, everyone's home... Perfect! I haven't eaten either."

Zhang Qiang, without any ceremony, swaggered onto the table.

Seeing her son's good friend and brother, the mother's demeanor was uncharacteristically different. Instead of her usual warm welcome, she exclaimed in surprise, her face turning bright red.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

"Nothing, nothing... I... I'll get him some rice."

With that, the mother walked away, her face pale. Zhang Qiang, standing nearby, had a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, as if he were grinning strangely.

I found this odd, but didn't think much of it at the moment, and smiled at Zhang Qiang, saying, "Xiao Qiang, I went to bed late last night, I was planning to come find you this afternoon!"

"Oh... yeah, Hua Zi, it's been a while since we've seen each other, hasn't it? Come on, let me pay you back the money I borrowed!"

Zhang Qiang said, taking out money from his wallet to return to me.

A while later, my mother came out of the kitchen carrying several plates of cold dishes. She said, "It's getting late anyway, let's combine breakfast and lunch." Looking at the table laden with delicious food, I rubbed my hands together, ready to feast.

But strangely, my mother stopped in front of the table, seemingly unwilling to sit down.

Just as I was completely bewildered, Zhang Qiang suddenly spoke up: "Auntie, stop pretending!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Qiang lifted my mother's skirt and placed his hands on her large buttocks, pinching and squeezing her flesh through her black stockings. Although my mother's face was full of reluctance, she remained motionless, letting Zhang Qiang play with her buttocks…

Damn it! All these years I'd been kept in the dark!

Only now did I finally understand: my longtime best friend, Zhang Qiang, had been stealing my mother's place. Ever since I went to university in the provincial capital, he had used all sorts of methods to cheat on me with my mother.

At first, their relationship was relatively discreet, like the incestuous protagonists in pornographic novels. My mother was always half-hearted, and Zhang Qiang always knew when to stop, not going too far, after all, he was still minding my feelings... But after a year or two, because I was away studying for several months at a time, Zhang Qiang became more and more unscrupulous, and my mother completely became his sex plaything.

Zhang Qiang boasted to others that my mother was his family's housekeeper, and that after she finished her chores, he would take her to bed and have sex with her. Later, those people didn't believe Zhang Qiang and said he was just bragging. Foolishly, Zhang Qiang invited them to gang rape my mother in groups of three or five, or drag her out of the house and take her to a nearby hotel to abuse and play with her as they pleased. Even worse, the truth soon came out, and Zhang Qiang's father found out too. Instead of blaming Zhang Qiang, his father joined him in raping my mother, making her give two blowjobs at the same time, and penile stimulation of both her anus and vagina—a true case of father and son sharing the same bed…

Knowing the truth, I felt extremely aggrieved. On one side were my close friends, and on the other was my mother who had raised me. A thousand thoughts swirled within me, leaving me speechless with grief.

Just as I remained silent, my mother, who had been completely quiet, spoke up: "Son, actually... actually, Mom knows everything..."

"You know what?"

I asked without looking up.

"Mom knows that when you were in school, you... you drugged me several times, and then... and then you let Xiaoqiang... have sex with me..."

When you were in school? Five or six years ago? This...

Ah! So my mother had known all along that she had been drugged and raped, but she just hadn't said it.

"Those times, you invited Xiaoqiang over to play, and every time he came over, I would get so sleepy in no time... After waking up, my thighs would be sore, and my lower body would hurt, sometimes there would even be teeth marks on my chest... Mom is an expert, after all, do you think I couldn't see these symptoms?" Listening

to my mother's detailed account, I felt my ears ringing, completely at a loss.

"Hey, let's all shut up!"

Zhang Qiang stood up from his chair, interrupting my mother and me. "Hua Zi, listen up, you'll always be my good brother, I'll never forget that; as for Auntie, let's all be more understanding, anyway, you're selling yourself outside, so let's keep the profits in the family!"

After saying that, Zhang Qiang picked up my mother and headed straight for the bedroom... Before closing the bedroom door, Zhang Qiang acted as if nothing had happened, calmly saying to me, "Hurry up and eat, Hua Zi, I'll take you out for some fun this afternoon!"

...

Inside the bedroom, Zhang Qiang impatiently pushed my mother down onto the bed. After a hasty tug, the neckline of my mother's dress was wide open, her bra was hanging precariously, only half of it was left hanging. Through the crack in the door, I could clearly see the upper part of my mother's fair breasts exposed, the two round and firm breasts pressed together by the slipping straps, forming a very deep cleavage, making one's mouth water.

At this moment, Zhang Qiang was extremely excited. He vigorously kneaded his mother's two large breasts, greedily tasting and sucking the very tips of her nipples.

After a while, Zhang Qiang unbuckled his belt and pulled out his penis. Seeing the erect penis before her, his mother reflexively crawled over and took Zhang Qiang's penis into her mouth. Through the crack in the door, I peeked at my mother kneeling on the floor, vigorously performing oral sex on her boyfriend, and felt a surge of inexplicable excitement.

Soon, Zhang Qiang's penis was hard and erect from my mother's licking, so my mother got up and sat on the bed, spreading her legs in an M-shape, then grasped Zhang Qiang's penis and guided it into her vagina.

As soon as the head of Zhang Qiang's penis entered my mother's vaginal opening, he thrust his hips forward, forcefully pushing his penis deep into my mother's clitoris… My mother then began to twist her waist, swaying her full breasts to meet the thrusts of Zhang Qiang's penis.

"Aww...oh...aww..." My mother was quickly brought to a state of ecstasy by the fucking.

After a dozen or so thrusts, Zhang Qiang suddenly stopped and reached under the bed. After fiddling around for a while, he pulled out two wooden clips.

What were these things? Just as I was wondering, Zhang Qiang grinned lewdly and rubbed my mother's left nipple. The nipple quickly became erect, and he picked up one of the clips and clamped it onto my mother's left breast... My mother shook her head from side to side in pain, her face contorted in pain. But Zhang Qiang wasn't satisfied yet. He slapped my mother's fat buttocks hard and said, "It's not over yet, you slut! Who told you to have such big tits!" No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhang Qiang picked up another pair of clothespins and clamped them onto my mother's right nipple in the same way…

Around 4 PM, Zhang Qiang still hadn't left my house. He and my mother were naked, rolling around on the large bed in the bedroom—the place of passion that usually belonged only to my mother and me—making love for hours, tirelessly and fiercely fucking my mother's little cunt.

As for me, my anger had completely subsided, and I silently accepted this reality, now idly watching TV in the living room.

…

In the following days, for some reason, Zhang Qiang seemed to deliberately avoid me. I had indeed let go of the knot in my heart about what happened that noon, but after all, it was my own mother who had been fucked by someone else; I couldn't expect to actively seek him out!

I couldn't worry about that now… The most important thing right now was finding a job.

On Saturday evening, after dinner, my mother and I prepared to go out for a walk, discussing job hunting along the way.

Before leaving the house, Mom made a special effort to dress up: she put on light makeup, tied her hair up high, wore a sexy mini skirt and black fishnet stockings, and carried a bulging leather bag around her waist.

My mother and I wandered aimlessly down the street. She held my arm tightly, speaking softly like a happy, content young wife.

“Son,” she said, “the provincial capital is so big, with so many large companies and enterprises, how come you can’t find a good job?”

“The situation now…sigh…it’s so different from before. You don’t know, the streets are full of college graduates now, a diploma is just a piece of waste paper!”

“Don’t talk nonsense! I don’t believe my son’s university is so good, yet it’s not as good as other families!”

“Mom, you’re mistaken. The most important thing isn’t the university, it’s family connections. Employers only care about that these days…”

“Sigh…this society…it’s really…”

“Mom, how about I try my luck in our county town first?”

“What? But what good jobs can we find in our small county town…you don’t want to live with me forever so we can do *that*, do you?”

“Of course not! What are you thinking? I don’t have that kind of thought right now!”

“That’s good. Son, you must remember, lust is a double-edged sword. A man must control himself.”

“I know, you taught me this from a young age…”

My mother and I were chatting when suddenly someone called my mother from behind, calling her by her name: “Hey, Feng Huifang!”

Annoyed at being interrupted, I turned around and saw it was Mr. Hu, the owner of the Shaxian snack shop near the entrance of our neighborhood.

“It really is you, Little Feng,”

Mr. Hu greeted us with a smile as he approached.

“Brother Hu, I’m just taking a walk with my son, you…”

Before my mother could finish speaking, Mr. Hu reached out his thick arm, grabbed her, and began to roughly fondle her large breasts… We were just out for a stroll, and this happened! My mother and I stared at each other, unsure what to do.

“Brother Hu… no! My son is still here!”

my mother cried, struggling desperately, her face flushed.

"What does it matter... You're dressed so provocatively today, you're just out looking for men!"

In front of her child, the mother was humiliated by his words. Although she felt extremely ashamed, she didn't want to argue, so she just frowned and ignored him. But Mr. Hu wouldn't stop there... After saying that, he squeezed the mother's large breasts even harder, and then reached inside her fishnet stockings, pulled aside her narrow thong, and inserted two fingers into her vagina at the same time, "plop plop," accompanied by the sound of vaginal fluid, thrusting in and out. Within seconds, the mother's legs went weak, her whole body went limp, her buttocks kept sinking, and she could only cling tightly to Mr. Hu's shoulders to maintain her balance.

Judging from his skilled technique, this Mr. Hu must have "patronized" my mother quite often.

On the dark street, Boss Hu was brazenly raping my mother, completely ignoring me as if I didn't exist... I watched them having so much fun, their lewd laughter and moans filling the air. Staying there would only be humiliating, so I shook my head and walked away silently.

About ten minutes later, on another street, I was walking dejectedly when I heard the clatter of high heels. Turning around, I saw my mother, running towards me, her face covered in sweat.

"Mom, that guy was really going too far,"

I said, annoyed.

"Okay, okay, don't worry about it..."

my mother said breathlessly, then pulled two hundred yuan from her purse. "That guy was pretty generous today. Look, I've made two big bills in such a short time!"

Looking at the money in my mother's hand, I was speechless. The good mood I had earlier from my walk had completely vanished...

When I got home, to punish my mother for letting other men grope and mess with her in front of me, I imitated a scene from a Japanese AV. I sat on the sofa watching a movie while my mother sat beside me, naked, kneeling on the floor, and licking my feet.

My mother didn't object; she didn't get angry at all, no matter how I did it.

Halfway through the movie, I couldn't stand my mother's lewd appearance anymore, so I suddenly stood up from the sofa, grabbed my mother's hair, and pulled her up with me. I dragged my mother down onto the sofa like that. My mother seemed to enjoy being abused and understood what I was doing. She knowingly spread her two snow-white legs and used her fingers to pry open her vulva...

"Quick...quick...put it in me!"

My mother moaned lewdly, begging me to insert my penis.

"I'll fuck you to death! You filthy bitch, you slut!"

This was the first time I swore at my mother during sex, uttering such inhuman and vulgar words.

...

The next day, I slept in again.

Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I got up and sat alone in the empty house, my thoughts a jumble of emotions. In a daze, I recalled watching my mother sleep with clients as a child, playing all sorts of lewd sex games with strange men, while I was pointed at and whispered about at school, living in constant fear; I also thought of how my mother, after completing her sex transaction last night, held a shiny banknote in her hand, a look of satisfaction on her face, and then, back home, the two of them shamelessly engaged in passionate lovemaking... I had studied hard for ten years, enduring countless hardships, and even with eighteen university diplomas in my hands, I couldn't find a job to support my family, and it couldn't change the fact that my own mother was a prostitute. How naive I had been for all those years, thinking that getting into university and graduating smoothly would lead to a bright future.

Having studied for most of my life, yet utterly useless—truly a scholar utterly worthless! Regret, frustration, disappointment, and anger surged through me, all at once…

At noon sharp, seeing that my mother still hadn't returned home, I went out to eat alone, feeling depressed.

Grabbing my empty wallet, I had barely stepped out the door when I witnessed a horrific scene in the hallway—my neighbor, Old Wang, and his accomplices were tormenting my mother: under their tyrannical coercion, my mother, naked except for her large, flesh-colored pantyhose and wearing burgundy high heels, was walking towards a filthy homeless man. This homeless man had been paid by Old Wang and his gang to deliberately humiliate my mother.

Then, to the homeless man's astonishment, my mother, blushing and frowning, helped him remove his tattered pants. Then my mother knelt on the ground and took the homeless man's dark, disgusting penis into her mouth, meticulously performing oral sex on him. While

my mother was giving him oral sex on the first floor of the stairwell, Old Wang and the others stood on the second floor, lewdly watching and occasionally bursting into laughter.

After a while, the homeless man seemed to realize that my mother wasn't mentally ill, but was hired to perform for the men on the second floor! So the homeless man revealed his true colors, roughly tearing open the crotch of my mother's flesh-colored pantyhose, forcing her down onto the concrete floor, and then deliberately lying on top of her, engaging in a 69 position with her in full view of everyone! After

the homeless man ejaculated in my mother's mouth, Old Wang and the others, shouting and yelling, took my mother to Old Cao's house on the fourth floor.

Once the door was closed, everyone knew what happened next. My poor mother was pushed onto the bed and began to be ravaged and humiliated by the clients in every way imaginable. As long as the clients were willing to pay, my mother was willing to become a mindless semen absorber. She neither resisted nor dared to slack off. The only thing my mother could do was to absorb semen as her main function, letting the clients discharge all their filthy semen into the three holes in her body.

I stood in the middle of the empty hallway, listening to Old Wang and his gang's heavy breathing, lewd laughter, and satisfied howls as they ejaculated; I imagined their rough hands roaming freely over my mother's fair and plump body, their stinking mouths greedily sucking on her full, mature nipples and areolas; my mother lying with her legs spread, or kneeling with her buttocks raised, the men's penises of varying lengths taking turns penetrating her genitals, thrusting wildly in and out of her vagina…

My mind was filled with sadness and anger, yet a strange excitement also stirred within me.

That night, my mother and I made love in our room. When I kissed her breasts, I noticed faint teeth marks on her areolas. I was furious. But my mother carefully explained that the teeth marks were left the night before, after we had sex after our walk home. I was somewhat skeptical, but ultimately my anger subsided. A

few

days later, the kitchen drain broke, so Mom called a plumber. This same plumber had come to our house a few months earlier to fix a clogged toilet.

After buying groceries that morning, Mom changed into comfortable casual clothes; she was only wearing a light yellow nightgown, without a bra, and had forgotten to wear underwear.

The plumber arrived right on time. After a few brief pleasantries with Mom, he got to work. For several hours, he didn't even drink a cup of tea, constantly working on the waterlogged floor tiles, pliers in his left hand and a wrench in his right, sweating profusely.

When the job was finished, Mom emerged gracefully from the bedroom, smiling and thanking him profusely, while paying him three hundred yuan for his services.

The plumber took his payment and casually asked, "Madam, where's your son? He even bought me a cigarette when he came to fix the toilet last time. He's a nice young man."

My mother's expression brightened at first when he mentioned me, but quickly faded. "Oh, you wouldn't believe it, my son just graduated from university, but he can't find a job. He's sending out resumes everywhere."

"That's strange. I remember your son telling me he graduated from a top university in the provincial capital. How come he can't find a job?"

"These days…sigh, I don't want to talk about it…"

Seeing my mother's worried face, the plumber pondered for a moment, then finally spoke, "Madam, I saw a company notice a few days ago. It seems like this month, our company is recruiting new people. The pay is pretty good, it's an office position, but they require a degree, and preferably someone from the local area…"

"This...this is wonderful!"

Mom exclaimed excitedly, gesturing wildly. "Could you please ask her for me? I'm begging you!"

The plumber looked honest and unassuming, but he was a cunning lecher at heart. Seeing that Mom needed his help, and noticing her revealing clothes and alluringly voluptuous figure, he made a suggestive remark in a low voice, "Madam, about the job...I'm sure I have no problem. But you see, the pipes in the kitchen are fixed, but my 'pipe' here is broken. What do you think we should do?"

"This...isn't that a bit inappropriate? How about...how about I give you some money?"

Mom understood his implication, but in broad daylight, in her own home, she really wasn't in the mood.

But the plumber seemed to have Mom figured out. Without warning, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Mom's already exposed nipple, then pinched it between two fingers and began to vigorously rub it.

"Ah! No!"

Mom felt a sharp pain from his pinching of her nipples and couldn't help but cry out in a delicate voice.

"Madam, I don't think you're a respectable woman. Otherwise, why would you dress so provocatively, without even a bra, knowing I was coming?!"

His words struck a nerve, and Mom lowered her head in embarrassment, remaining silent... Then, the plumber seized the opportunity, yanking open Mom's nightgown and spreading her thighs apart, revealing her pink vulva and dark anus.

Mom's tender vulva had two large, dark folds of flesh, with a clitoris the size of a soybean sandwiched between them. The plumber used his fingers to part the folds of flesh on Mom's vulva, and then, facing the pink, opening and closing opening, inserted his strong right middle finger, until it was fully inside.

My mother let out a soft "Ah..." and groaned with her eyes closed. Then, the plumber withdrew his middle finger and inserted his index and middle fingers together, while using his thumb to tease the clitoris, which was about the size of a soybean. It quickly turned bright red.

Under the plumber's finger manipulation, my mother soon became drenched in sweat, her eyes slightly intoxicated, and she began to moan incessantly.

Ten minutes later, the plumber was still enthusiastically fingering my mother's vagina... My mother was too exhausted to continue, so she had to surrender and prepare to have sex with the plumber.

"Enough, enough, I can't take it anymore! You...you come to the room with me..."

As soon as we entered the room, the plumber took off his overalls, revealing his large penis, which was over thirty centimeters long. My mother gasped when she saw it. Fortunately, my mother was already overflowing with vaginal fluid from his fingers, her vaginal opening incredibly wet, and the plumber effortlessly inserted his magnificent penis into her vagina.

He pounced on my mother on the large bed, panting heavily as he thrust his hips, while placing his hands on my mother's two snow-white, erect breasts, kneading and rubbing her nipples. The plumber's stamina was astonishing; his penis was like a jackhammer, relentlessly pounding into my mother's clitoris. With each thrust, my mother couldn't help but moan. My mother hadn't encountered such a powerful "guest" in a long time. She wrapped her beautiful legs tightly around the man's waist, gritting her teeth and silently enduring the intense sexual stimulation in her lower body... It was

past five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was almost setting outside the window, but inside the room, the plumber was still on top of my mother, tirelessly thrusting and pumping.

Another half hour passed. Mom looked at the burly man before her, still clearly aroused. His penis, though already ejaculated twice, remained firmly erect. Knowing it was getting late and I'd be home soon,

Mom used all her strength to shove the plumber away. The plumber was furious and about to explode when Mom, quick-witted, made up a perfect excuse: "That's enough for today, my husband's coming home soon!"

Hearing this, the plumber turned pale and immediately scrambled out of bed to get dressed. Before leaving, he repeatedly promised my mother, "Don't worry about work, he'll take care of everything."

...

During my first month back in my hometown after graduation, I relentlessly searched for work, but the results were dismal; I found almost nothing and couldn't find a suitable position.

Meanwhile, Mom was extremely busy. The lecherous men in the neighborhood would frequently visit our house, all for the purpose of sleeping with my mother.

Usually, the men would make appointments first, then arrive at my house one by one on time. Once they arrived, no matter what my mother was doing at home, they would grab her and forcibly drag her to the front door. Several times, I even saw impatient clients press my mother against the wall in the hallway, making her stand with her buttocks sticking up high and her hands on the wall for support, and then they would violently penetrate her vagina from behind, having sex with my mother right there in the hallway.

Sometimes, they wouldn't even hide it when I was home. For example, last week, I was cutting fruit in the kitchen, and my mother was watching TV in the living room. We were talking to each other when I suddenly couldn't hear her voice anymore. So I went out of the kitchen and saw my mother being pinned down by a strange man, with his penis in her mouth, giving him a blowjob!

Of course, what the men in the neighborhood liked most was taking my mother to Old Cao's house on the fourth floor to have their way with her, because Old Cao had collected all sorts of "sex toys" from abroad. I overheard some neighbors whispering that my mother was hung upside down naked at Old Cao's house, and beer and milk were poured into her anus...

Although my mother was a prostitute, she was still my biological mother! I couldn't tolerate these shameless acts of these clients.

During the day, it was fine; I was usually out handing out resumes and looking for jobs, so I didn't have to see my mother's messy affairs. But at night, when my mother and I were resting at home, there were always lecherous men coming to the door, disturbing our happy time.

So later, my mother and I discussed it and made an agreement: every night after I got home and before I went to bed, my mother was not allowed to receive any clients.

But my mother was, after all, a prostitute, and prostitutes are like commodities in a supermarket, available for anyone to choose from, anytime. The clients, eager for a taste of sex, would come knocking the moment they had money in their pockets, demanding my mother take off her pants. Especially after dinner, the idle vagrants in the neighborhood, full and satisfied, were often overcome with lust.

I remember this often happening when I was a child: on summer nights, I'd be downstairs with some neighborhood kids, enjoying the cool air, when suddenly we'd hear a woman's moans and groans coming from upstairs. The neighborhood kids were precocious; after all, their fathers had almost all slept with my mother. Hearing that familiar woman's moans, everyone knew it was Hua Zi's slutty mother. They all immediately turned to look at me, their eyes filled with smirks. Some of the kids, with their sharp tongues, would loudly proclaim, "Hua Zi's mom's been ridden again... Hua Zi's mom's been ridden again..."

…

After my mother and I made our pact, she didn't see any clients for almost a week. I was very satisfied and happy about this, so sometimes when I had nothing to do, I'd take my mother out for a walk.

My mother and I walked hand in hand down the street, looking very intimate, when we accidentally ran into acquaintances, especially those lecherous men. They saw my mother and me standing together; my son was a recent college graduate in his early twenties, and my mother was nearly forty, but well-maintained and full of charm, showing no signs of her age. The two of us standing together didn't look like mother and son at all.

Lecherous men are often very sweet-talking, and they kept "complimenting" my mother: "You're getting more and more beautiful, younger and younger! Standing next to your son, you don't look like a mother at all, you look like an older sister..." Although my mother knew the men had ulterior motives, she still felt a little smug. However, while sweet words were acceptable, if a man tried to grope her, my mother would immediately put on a stern face and refuse outright.

If life could always be like this, how wonderful that would be! Without those shameless patrons, the whole world would just consist of my mother and me...

According to our agreement, every evening until dawn, my mother couldn't see any other men besides me. But this Wednesday night, my mother told me in advance that she had to "receive" an important guest.

This important guest was none other than the plumber who had promised my mother he would help me find a job. It seemed he had made progress with his company.

On Wednesday evening at 6:00 PM sharp, the plumber arrived at my house as promised.

That day, my mother personally cooked a large feast, and even set out a bottle of red wine to entertain the plumber. After the guest was seated, my mother quietly went back to her room and changed into a set of sexy lingerie.

Five minutes later, my mother gracefully emerged from her room: she was wearing a lace see-through top, burgundy heart-shaped panties, black stockings, and matching open-toe high heels.

"Put your chopsticks on, try your older sister's cooking,"

my mother said gently.

The plumber, seeing my mother's provocative attire, completely forgot about the food and was instantly stunned, his eyes glazed over... A hush fell over the room. My mother said nothing more, only smiled and gently sat on the plumber's lap. The man had been anticipating this day for a long time, and burning with desire, his crotch bulged with a large "tent."

Soon, the plumber and my mother were intertwined, their bodies entwined.

They kissed passionately, and a few minutes later, my mother's upper body was almost completely naked, except for two thin pieces of cotton cloth attached to her nipples, their diameter roughly equal to her areolas. These were very thin and soft, bulging outwards under my mother's nipples, barely covering them, leaving only a ring of brown areolas visible.

Later I learned that these were called nipple covers, commonly known as "nipple shields."

It seems my mother went to great lengths to please this plumber!

After a passionate French kiss, the plumber pulled out his penis from his pants and ordered my mother to stick out her big ass so he could penetrate her vagina from behind.

The muscular plumber held my mother's waist and began to violently thrust into her plump buttocks and vulva. Almost every time he penetrated, his penis was fully inside my mother, with only a little pubic hair sticking out. My mother's face was flushed from the plumber's big penis, her forehead and back were covered in sweat, and her buttocks looked like they had been coated with oil, shiny and very smooth.

Just as the two were having a passionate time, someone suddenly knocked on the door. My mother thought it was me returning, and her face turned pale, and her whole body trembled.

But the plumber was not in a hurry at all, unlike the last time when my mother lied to him and said "my husband is coming back," when he was so frightened. He continued to vigorously fuck my mother, calmly saying, "Sister, hurry up and open the door! It's our Manager Wang. You'll have to rely on him for your work."

With that, the plumber, like an old man pushing a cart, pushed my mother to the door from behind while still fucking her.

When the door opened, a middle-aged bald man, the company's HR manager, surnamed Wang, appeared.

"Wow, you two are really something!" "

Manager Wang... hello... how about... we... have some food first?"

My mother, while being brutally fucked, tried her best to wink at Manager Wang, speaking in a coquettish voice.

At this moment, any man would have no appetite! The manager spread my mother's long, beautiful legs apart and tore a large hole in the crotch of her stockings. Seeing this, the plumber knew he had to quickly step aside, after all, the leader had to go first! My mother, having been with countless men, immediately understood Manager Wang's intentions.

Next, my mother consciously opened her vulva and willingly sat on Manager Wang's penis. Her already overflowing vaginal opening, with its small mouth opening and closing with her breath, swallowed the manager's entire penis. For the next while, the manager sat motionless in the chair, relying entirely on my mother to vigorously twist her hips back and forth, moaning loudly, rubbing her sensitive vaginal area against the manager's rough glans; at the same time, my mother would sometimes pull his hand and place it on her two constantly bouncing nipples, and sometimes she would desperately lean forward, actively squeezing her heavy breasts against the manager's face.

The two men cooperated tacitly, their two penises attacking my mother's three orifices in turn, simultaneously sandwiching her between them. Sometimes one was in front and the other behind, coordinating to fiercely fuck my mother's vagina and anus, sometimes one was in the vagina while my mother was sucking on the other. During the more than three-hour gang rape, streams of thick, pungent semen were repeatedly poured into my mother's body...

Two weeks later, Manager Wang kept his promise and found me a good job at his company. And I...

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