American mother gang raped

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She was forty years old at the time. She was 1.67 meters tall, a housewife, the kind of ordinary woman you'd find in the city.
This happened when I was eleven, and because of it, I matured early. It was the first time I'd ever seen a woman naked, the first time I'd ever witnessed male-female intercourse, and the first time I'd ever seen someone gang-raped.
It was a Saturday morning, the sun was shining, and I was home doing my homework. My father had left for work early. My mother was wearing a white top and white leggings, a birthday gift from my father. The tight clothing accentuated her figure, which she had maintained well even in middle age. Her breasts were still so high and firm; the straps of her white bra were clearly visible through the almost transparent white top. Her lower abdomen didn't have the excess fat typical of middle-aged women; instead, it extended down to her thighs, forming a full, round mound encased in her pants, so much so that the tight pants created a natural cleft. Her full buttocks stood proudly, the cleft extending down to her thighs.
Mom gently saw Dad off at the door. They were very affectionate. I saw Dad kiss Mom's cheek tenderly before leaving, and Mom smiled happily. I wisely didn't disturb them, pretending to be diligently doing my homework, which was quite amusing. An old married couple still acting all lovey-dovey, but I was happy because of it, for it showed my family's happiness. Mom is an ordinary, gentle woman, and she and Dad are very loving; at least I've never seen them blush. Moreover, Mom is a very proper woman. Unlike the women and men in the yard who often joke around in the evenings, Mom never jokes with those men. But because Mom has long legs, she has a certain demure air that makes men want to tease her. Whenever she appears in the yard, there are always some clueless men who try to flirt with her, but she never gives them a hard time.
Just after seeing Dad off, Mom was about to go to the kitchen to tidy up when the doorbell rang.
Startled, Mom wondered if Dad had forgotten something again. She hurriedly opened the door, only to find two policemen standing outside.
One of the officers politely informed us that a group of gangsters might have infiltrated our community. He said they were ruthless killers and asked us to cooperate if we saw them and to notify them if anything happened.
Mom nodded to indicate she understood and saw the police off. Judging from her relaxed demeanor, she clearly didn't think she'd ever encounter these terrorists she'd only seen on TV.
Then she sat back down on the sofa to watch TV. Not long after the police left, the doorbell rang. Mom reluctantly got up from the sofa again. "Who is it?"
"The meter reader."
"Didn't they just read it a few days ago?" Mom said impatiently, opening the door without suspicion.
I was doing my homework at the table, and through the side of Mom's prominent breasts, I saw several men standing in the doorway! A group of men exuding a murderous aura.
"Who are you?" Before Mom's terrified voice could even finish, the men, with practiced ease, pounced in and shoved her into the room. I was stunned. One of the men suddenly pushed my mother down onto the sofa, a man with a crew cut covering her mouth and pressing her firmly to the sofa. My mother was already stunned by the sudden change and couldn't scream. The other five men, well-trained, rushed to the various rooms.
"Boss, no one's here," the others said to a man in his sixties as they emerged from the house.
"Good," the old man nodded and said to my mother, "Madam, we'll stay here for a while. As long as you behave, we won't hurt you, understand?" My mother
hesitated, then nodded, letting out a soft "mmm" through her covered mouth to indicate she understood.
At that moment, I didn't know what to say and instinctively nodded vigorously.
"That's more like it,"
the old man beckoned, and two men followed him into my room, closing the door abruptly. It seemed they had something to discuss. In the living room, a fat man remained, resting with his eyes closed, while a burly, dark-faced man looked around my house with interest. Only the man with the crew cut, who had been holding my mother down, released his gag. My mother was still in shock, panting heavily. Then, the man with the crew cut pulled out a knife and lightly sliced it across her neck. My mother tensed up immediately, her face turning pale with fright. I thought of what the police had said about those ruthless killers, and my heart leaped into my throat. But they wouldn't waste time like that. The man with the crew cut leered as he slid the knife along my mother's white neck to her full, round breasts, tracing circles along her breasts. My mother's whole body tensed, staring at him nervously. Seeing my mother's reaction, the man with the crew cut became even more interested. He reached his right hand and began kneading my mother's full breasts. My mother cried out softly, "No!" trying to pull his hand away. He simply flashed the knife in front of her, and she immediately released her grip. The man with the crew cut laughed triumphantly, then ripped open my mother's shirt, unbuttoning several buttons to reveal her white bra. Mom gasped and tried to pull her shirt up, but the man with the crew cut had already slipped his hand inside, kneading her full breasts. Mom didn't stop him, afraid of being hurt, so she let him do as he pleased, turning her face away, her entire face pale. The man with the crew cut went further, reaching into her bra and directly caressing her breasts. Finally, he used a small knife to cut the bra in the middle, revealing her heavy breasts. I was shocked; it was the first time I'd ever seen Mom's breasts since I could remember—plump, white, and dazzling, with two dark red nipples. The man with the crew cut proudly pinched her nipples with his fingers, pressing hard on her full breasts. Mom closed her eyes tightly, her breathing becoming heavy.
"Miss, stand up," the man with the crew cut suddenly ordered. Mom was startled.
"I said stand up,"
Mom said helplessly, standing up, her breasts trembling. My mother's lower abdomen was now directly facing the man with the crew cut. He chuckled twice, placed his hand on the center of her abdomen, and then began kneading her thighs. My mother suddenly let out a muffled groan. She was wearing tight white silk pants that accentuated the fullness of her thighs and the roundness of her buttocks. Because of the tightness, the outline of her genitals was visible under his vigorous caresses, and a white slit could be seen sunken into her vulva.
My mother's face suddenly turned crimson, and her legs trembled. Suddenly, the man with the crew cut reached inside her pants.
My mother seemed unable to stand, and her body bent over. I could clearly see through her white pants that the man with the crew cut's hand was moving vigorously around her lower body, almost tearing the pants. Looking back now, I think his fingers might have been inside her vagina.
At that moment, I felt a strange urge, though I didn't know what it was. Now that I'm older, I know it was sexual urge.
Just then, a burly, dark-faced man emerged from another room, walked directly behind my mother, and grabbed her buttocks with both hands. "Third brother, you should at least let everyone know before you play,"
the short-haired man chuckled. "I think this woman is alright. We're waiting anyway, might as well kill some time."
My mother, realizing something was wrong, was about to scream in terror when the burly man lifted her up easily. She dared not scream but began to struggle, but the man was too strong; no matter how much she struggled, it was useless. The burly man carried her towards me.
"Little kid, move aside. I want to play with your mother."
I was suddenly swept off my chair and onto the floor. The burly man placed my struggling mother on the desk where I was doing my homework. I sat on the floor, watching them in terror, not knowing what would happen next, only instinctively knowing they were going to hurt my mother.
Seeing my mother struggle, they all lewdly laughed. The burly man's mouth suddenly loomed close to my mother's face. My mother cried out softly, turning her head to stop him from kissing her, but the burly man held her hands down and forced his mouth to her snow-white breast, biting and nibbling at it. My mother began to sob softly. At that moment, the burly man suddenly bit down hard, and my mother cried out in pain, turning her face towards me. I saw my mother's face covered in tears, her eyes filled with misery. I couldn't bear to stand up. The burly man looked up and shouted at me, "Get away from me, you little thing!"
In that instant when the burly man looked up, I saw a deep teeth mark on my mother's snow-white breast. Afraid that the burly man would harm me, I quickly moved to the side, my body trembling with fear. Seeing that I had left, the burly man buried his head again and continued his laborious work on my mother's breast. After playing for a while, he released his mother's hands, put one arm around her waist, and used the other to pull down her pants. She was wearing tight pants, and her high, protruding buttocks made them difficult to remove. The burly man finally managed to pull them down.
When her snow-white thighs were revealed, my heart pounded. To be honest, I'd seen my mother's thighs many times before, but this was the first time I'd associated her with sex.
My mother pleaded in a trembling voice, "Let me go...please...I'll give you money...no!"
The burly man's hands caressed my mother's thighs, kneading her mounds through her white panties. Soon, her panties were also pulled down, and my mother lay pitifully on the table like a white lamb, trembling, ready to be raped by these men.

Due to the angle, I couldn't see her genitals completely, but in the instant her panties were pulled down and her legs spread, I saw red between her thighs. But Mom instinctively closed her legs again, though the dark pubic hair between her legs was still visible, standing out starkly against her fair, rounded thighs.
"Madam, you have so much pubic hair," the burly man with the dark face said, his hand reaching towards Mom's mons pubis, stroking it as he laughed.
Mom instinctively tried to brush away the hand groping her genitals, but quickly realized it was futile; it only made her feel like she was being forced to masturbate.
"Please, please don't! My son is still here," Mom pleaded, tears streaming down her face.
"What are you afraid of? Your son can come and have his way with you in a bit,"
the burly man said with a lewd grin, then pulled down his pants. Hearing this, I felt both fear and a strange longing, a desire to have the chance to do whatever I wanted to Mom like he did.
My penis suddenly became engorged and hard. This was the first time my penis had experienced a conscious engorgement, an event that would have a profound impact on my life.
The burly, dark-faced man grinned, revealing his enormous penis. That gleaming black penis is unforgettable, for it was the first time I'd ever compared my genitals to those of an adult. But that man's penis, nearly twenty centimeters long, was something I still greatly envy, and it had even entered my own mother's vagina.
The burly man lifted my mother's legs, placing them on his shoulders. Now I finally saw my mother's genitals. There was little pubic hair between her thighs, only two red, labial-like labia. My mother tried to push him away instinctively, but this position made it very difficult to exert force. Her futile resistance only excited the man more. My mother twisted her snow-white body, trying to escape, but no matter how she twisted, her lower body was fixed in place; the man's large, hard glans was pressed precisely against the crevice of the labia. To my surprise, I noticed that because the glans was pressed against my mother's labia, the more she resisted and twisted, the more her labia rubbed against the glans. The glans had turned a dark purple, and a white, stringy liquid had appeared around the opening. Looking back, I was astonished to see that my mother's labia were still closed at that time, unlike many women today whose labia are slightly open after years of marriage and sexual intercourse.
Suddenly, the burly man thrust his hips forward, and I clearly saw from the side that his thick penis forced its way through my mother's vaginal opening, penetrating halfway inside. At the same time, my mother let out a scream, her legs, which had been resting on the burly man's shoulders, kicking wildly.
"Ah...ah...no..."
"This woman's hole is fucking tight."
The burly man finished speaking and thrust again, his entire penis completely inside my mother's vagina, her pubic hair clinging tightly to her labia. My mother let out another low growl, but it was a little quieter than when she was first penetrated.
The burly, dark-faced man grabbed my mother's legs and began thrusting forcefully. His penis repeatedly plunging in and out of her vagina, penetrating to its deepest point with each stroke, causing her labia to be turned inside out and then receding. My mother gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands in pain, her body trembling uncontrollably, her breasts heaving with each movement.
Two people nearby watched with great interest, while I stared in disbelief. Suddenly, the man with the crew cut shouted, "Look, that kid's penis got bigger when he saw his mom!"
My genitals had already bulged out of my shorts, forming a tent. The burly man turned to look at me, chuckled twice, and bent my mother's legs over her breasts, spreading them wide open for me to see clearly. He thrust even harder, his thighs slapping against my mother's round buttocks with a series of loud slapping sounds.
My mother, while being violated, turned to look at me in astonishment, her eyes filled with helplessness and terror. When she saw me having sex with another man because of her, my blood boiled, and my eyes widened in disbelief. I didn't care about my mother's eyes, because at that moment I clearly saw the thick, powerful penis of the burly man with the dark face going in and out of my mother's vulva. It was the first time I had seen the bright red, tender flesh of my mother's genitals turned up in a wanton red. As soon as the burly man withdrew from my mother's vulva, it was turned outwards, and when he inserted it, it slid in completely, almost completely taking in her labia.
When my mother saw me staring intently at the place where she was having sex with the man, she turned her face away in shame. At that moment, I must have wished I were the burly man with the dark face, so I could be on top of my mother and penetrate her; lust filled my heart.
Half an hour passed like this. At first, my mother only made low moans, and she would only groan when the burly man with the dark face thrust in heavily. Gradually, she began to moan, and began to cry out softly like a normal woman during sex. I couldn't believe it, but it was true. My mother started moaning, being violated by the man who was raping her. The sounds were soft, but different from the pain she had initially expressed.
Gradually, a liquid began to glisten at the point where my mother and the man were joined. My mother was aroused; most noticeably, her face changed from its initial paleness to a flushed red. It was clear that the man's penis was becoming more lubricated inside her vagina, and with each rapid thrust, a wet, squelching sound came from their point of contact. Sweat poured down his back and even his buttocks, just like on my mother, her body glistening as if coated in sunscreen.
Suddenly, the man growled, grabbing my mother's large, white breasts with both hands, pressing his buttocks against her lower body, his legs trembling. My mother shuddered and groaned, "Ah!" She reached for the dark-faced man's shoulders, embracing him, and collapsed onto him like a dead snake. Suddenly, the burly man with the dark face burst into laughter: "This bitch is really something! Of all the women I've slept with, she's the best."
My mother turned to look at me, helpless and ashamed. Her face was flushed, the kind of flush that comes from just reaching orgasm. Her hair, wet with tears and sweat, clung messily to her forehead and neck. Her eyes were watery, clearly filled with tears, and she exuded that arousal that only comes with orgasm.
This sight made my heart pound involuntarily. If I weren't being held hostage, I would have pounced on her without hesitation.
The burly, dark-faced man climbed off the mother, his still-thick penis sliding out of her wet vagina. The mother slowly released her spread thighs, white, sticky semen flowing from between them.
Just then, the man with the crew cut saw the burly man get off and immediately pulled down his pants. His penis was white and seemed limp; he pounced on the burly man, shoving him aside. The mother lay weakly on the table, her legs dangling over the edge. The man with the crew cut had originally wanted to have sex with the mother first, but the burly man beat him to it. Enraged, he pounced on her, grabbing her buttocks and flipping her over. The mother, caught off guard, almost fell off the table.
"Ah!" The mother turned around, her feet bracing against the ground, her hands on the table. The man with the crew cut pressed down on the mother's white back, causing her to involuntarily stick out her plump, white buttocks. The man with the crew cut pressed himself against my mother's back, one hand reaching forward to touch her wet pubic hair, the other guiding his penis into her body from behind. Since the burly man with the dark face had just ejaculated inside my mother, it was very lubricated. The man with the crew cut squatted slightly, then stood up, pressing himself against my mother's back. My mother let out a soft moan, indicating that he had penetrated her. After penetrating, the man with the crew cut reached forward and grabbed my mother's breasts, kneading them continuously, while his lower body thrust incessantly, fucking my mother. The man with the crew
cut grabbed one of my mother's beautiful hairs and pulled it back, while twisting her hand backward with the other. My mother involuntarily arched her buttocks higher, making it easier for the man to penetrate. This scene reminded me of riding a horse, as if the man with the crew cut was riding my mother, the horse that gave him so much pleasure.
My mother's painful moans were mixed with soft sobs. After a while, the man with the crew cut suddenly thrust, one hand squeezing my mother's breast, the other reaching down to her lower body to stroke her pubic hair, letting out a series of low growls. A moment later, he sheepishly pulled his already ejaculated penis from behind his mother, and, still unwilling to give up, slapped her snow-white buttocks hard.
"Ah!" his mother cried out, five bloody finger marks appearing on her buttocks.
"How useless," the dark-faced man mocked.
The man with the crew cut, full of anger, said to a fat man next to him, "Sixth Brother, you go! Fuck this bitch to death!"
The fat man agreed immediately, pulled down his pants, and his thick, short penis was already hard. His mother was still bent over, her hair almost pulled out and her arm almost twisted off. She didn't know what to do but cry.
The fat man rushed forward, turned his mother's naked body over again, and made her lie on the table with her shapely thighs spread wide apart. His mother's legs were almost split open, and her vulva was almost exposed to the sky. The fat man's glans was aimed at the exposed red flesh of his mother's vulva, and with a "whoosh," he inserted it and began to thrust in and out with relish. Seeing the man's penis repeatedly penetrate my mother's lower body, I felt inexplicably excited, even hoping he could fuck her longer. Unlike the burly man with the dark face who thrust all the way in at once, the fat man pumped in and out quickly and gently, never going all the way in at once. There wasn't even the usual impact sound, only a soft "plop" sound. The fat man supported himself on either side of my mother, his entire body almost entirely leaning over her, relying on his hands for support. The only point of contact was their lower bodies, truly glued together. Strangely, the fat man had stopped holding down my mother's legs, yet her legs remained wide open, in a split shape! The fat man thrust with a speed and force I could never have imagined, still not going all the way in, but the movement of that thick, red penis between my mother's legs is something I will never forget. The fat man's penis thrust in and out rapidly, the bright red flesh inside Mom's vagina constantly turning outwards, giving me the illusion that a ball of red liquid was boiling, ready to spray out at any moment.
Mom then surprisingly let out an extremely pleasurable moan, different from when the previous two men had fucked her. The burly man with the dark face had given her both pain and a bit of pleasure, the crew-cut man had given her the feeling of complete rape, but now she was truly a woman immersed in sex. I knew she had completely forgotten what she was doing; she opened her mouth and cried out ecstatically, her arms wrapped around the fat man, trying to pull his obese body closer to her, her head constantly moving, her hair flowing, her body swaying, but her lower body trembling the most. I suddenly saw Mom's breasts thrust upwards, her nipples inexplicably hard, a third larger than before, a dark reddish-brown.
Even the burly man with the dark face and the crew-cut man, who had just finished with my mother, were stunned.
The fat man's sprint-like thrusting had been going on for twenty minutes, showing no sign of slowing down, and Mom's moans were growing louder. I saw that with each thrust, Mom's legs were covered in vaginal fluid, which had flowed down her groin onto the table, reflecting off the sturdy mahogany surface. Thankfully, it was a sturdy mahogany table; otherwise, it would have collapsed under their frenzied movements.
Finally, the fat man's movements slowed, his obese body pressing down violently on Mom, each heavy slam producing a loud slapping sound. I could no longer see where their genitals were joined. But with the fat man pressing down on Mom, his buttocks arching upwards forcefully, I worried that Mom would be crushed, just like her breasts were now. My mother's legs remained spread wide, as if they would never close again, her moans turning into rapid, labored breathing; the fat man wasn't in much better shape, his entire body soaked in sweat, looking like he'd been pulled from the water, panting like a pig.
Finally, the fat man let out a muffled roar, gripping my mother's shoulders tightly with both hands, his knees bracing against the table, pushing upwards with all his might, pressing his buttocks down on her as heavily as possible. My mother also let out a heart-wrenching moan, her hands embracing the fat man's sweaty, slippery back, her spread legs finally slowly lowering.
The other two and I were stunned; this intense sexual intercourse was happening to my mother and the fat man who was raping her. I was completely dumbfounded.
The fat man slowly climbed off his mother, his hand casually groping her breasts as he did so, laughing, "I've never felt so good with any woman before! It was fucking amazing!"
His mother, still dazed, lay blankly on the table, her body glistening with sweat, like a white marble slab. Her pubic hair was wet and softly clung to her mons pubis. Only her labia, which had been closed, were now wide open, red and swollen. Her vagina, which should have been closed, had a small, red opening because the man had just withdrawn his penis, from which milky white semen continued to flow. The semen flowed from her disheveled genitals down her thighs, along her buttocks, and onto the table. Her legs remained open, as if unable to close.
The man with the crew cut, already aroused by the previous situation, chuckled and approached his mother, who remained motionless on the table. He impatiently pulled down his pants and thrust his long, white penis back into her, beginning a second round of gang rape. His mother seemed oblivious, letting the man with his hands, remaining completely still, only swaying slightly when he thrust into her labia. Having already ejaculated, the man, returning to a woman he had already slept with, lasted longer.
However, after only ten minutes, he ejaculated again. He smiled sheepishly and slid off his mother. His mother's genitals overflowed with semen, the frothy liquid sticking to her red and swollen vulva, a gruesome sight that suggested the torment she had just endured.
The man, his face dark and sweating profusely, eagerly began the second round. He stood before his mother, lifted her legs, and thrust his enormous penis into her incredibly slippery vagina. Only then did his mother let out a soft moan, and her eyes gradually regained some light. The burly man thrust in with tremendous force once more, as if trying to pierce her through.
The terrible impact brought Mom's consciousness back to her body. She began to groan in pain, not loudly, but clearly in agony. Her body writhed weakly, offering the simplest protest.
But Mom's pain became the black-faced man's pleasure. He kept shouting, "Fuck, fuck, I'll fuck you to death!" His huge penis continued to plunge violently into Mom's pubic hair-covered lower body. Mom's
face twitched in pain, her whole body trembled, her breathing grew weaker and weaker, her face was frighteningly pale, and her hands lay limply on the table.
The black-faced man became more and more excited with each thrust, his movements faster and faster. Just when it seemed Mom was about to be fucked to death, the door suddenly opened, and the old man came out. He glanced at the black-faced man who was still engrossed in his fucking and called out, "That's enough. We'll keep her for later."
"Boss, what's she for?" the black-faced man replied unwillingly, his buttocks still thrusting.
Then, he had no choice but to obediently thrust twice more before reluctantly pulling out. As the penis left my mother's body, the sticky fluid still stretched. My mother's thighs were spread apart, and wisps of heat slowly rose from that messy area.
The old man came to my mother and looked at her lying there, her body exposed. I was shocked. Did this old man also want to have sex with my mother?
The old man placed his hands on my mother's breasts and touched them a couple of times. My mother seemed to suddenly wake up from a dream, and she burst into tears, covering her face and crying. She arched her body and lay on her side on the table. Seeing my mother crying uncontrollably, the old man was suddenly startled. From the side, I saw that when my mother lay on her side on the table, the two large, bright red labia majora between her beautiful buttocks were particularly striking.
The burly, dark-faced man chuckled as he approached the table, his hand stroking my mother's large, white buttocks.
"Boss, come and have a go. This woman's pretty good."
The old man glared at him. "Bullshit, I'm saving her for Ninth Brother. He's been in prison for so long, let him have his fun."
"Yes, yes,"
the burly man laughed, his hand still lingering on my mother's lower body.
"Alright, get her dressed. Ninth Brother should be waiting for us."
The burly man found my mother's clothes, and the crew-cut man helped her up. My mother seemed completely exhausted, her face pale, letting them hastily dress her. The clothes were already wrinkled, and wearing them made her look even more like she'd just been violated.
Soon, my mother was dressed, supported by the crew-cut man, while I followed behind the burly man. The other two men in the room also came out; it seemed they had been keeping watch at the window.
The old man opened the door, and I was pushed out of the room by the burly man. I didn't know where they were taking us, and my heart was filled with fear.
The others filed out as well. At the stairwell, I ran into Uncle Li, who had just returned from work. He greeted me, but then noticed the men glaring at him menacingly. He immediately lowered his raised hand and sheepishly stepped aside. Suddenly, Uncle Li looked in surprise at my mother, who was leaning against me with the crew-cut haircut. I turned around and saw that my mother's clothes were disheveled, her hair was loose, and her face was pale, as if she had just been seriously ill. Worst of all, those men hadn't put her underwear on; her lower body was still wet. Her white, almost transparent outer pants were soaked through at the thighs, and a dark patch was clearly visible in her genitals.
Uncle Li was shocked and dared not speak, ignoring the pleading look in my mother's eyes. As the crew-cut haircut passed Uncle Li, he boldly reached out and began rubbing the dark patch on my mother's genitals. I wasn't mistaken; Uncle Li clearly swallowed hard.
Downstairs, a white van was already waiting. As soon as we got off, the door opened abruptly, and I was pushed into
the van from behind. There was already someone in the driver's seat—a guy in a leather jacket and sunglasses. He looked in the rearview mirror and said, "Big Brother, Ninth Brother is out."
The old man nodded. "Alright, let's go."
Mom was led to the last row of seats, and the van started moving.
I was uneasy, wondering where they were going.
Then I heard Mom's anxious moans from behind. I turned around and, sure enough, it was the crew-cut guy again, groping Mom. One hand was inside her pants, touching her genitals, and his mouth was constantly kissing her face. Mom was only weakly and ineffectively resisting.
The old man glanced back at him, and the crew-cut guy sheepishly withdrew his hand. The old man turned away again, and after a brief silence, Mom started moaning again. This time, the old man ignored him and closed his eyes.

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