Mom became a semen toilet

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If she hadn't come to the United States, my mother would have been an ordinary middle-aged woman. She was just 55 when we arrived, retiring from her job as a high school English teacher after more than 30 years. My mother and father were married for 30 years and had two children, my brother and me. She had never had sexual relations with any man other than my father. My father's energy was limited, so my mother wasn't sexually active, especially after she turned 45, having sex only a few times a year, each time lasting only a few minutes. My mother actually had a very strong sex drive, but because my father couldn't satisfy her, and due to moral constraints and her own inability to let go, she had to suppress her desires.

I was born when my mother was 32. My brother is three years older than me. After graduating from university that year, I received a scholarship to study at an American university. My uncle in the US had just gotten my mother's green card, which she had been working on for almost ten years, so my mother came to the US the following May after retiring to live with me. My father couldn't come yet because he was the chief engineer at a research institute and had five more years until retirement. My uncle has been in the US for almost 20 years and works as a mid-level manager in a company.

My mother didn't want to be a burden on his family, and my father's salary in China wasn't enough to cover their expenses in the US, so she decided to go abroad to earn money herself. My uncle happened to have a friend who owned a Chinese restaurant in our city, and he introduced my mother to work there.

Our city was once a symbol of America's industrial prosperity, but it's clearly declined. The area around the Chinese restaurant has slowly degenerated into a predominantly Black neighborhood, 70% of whom are Black. The owner, Mr. Wang, my uncle's friend, barely makes ends meet with this small restaurant and has no intention of moving. Although it's a Black neighborhood, business is decent, but few people want to work there; the last waitress quit after two months. So, Mrs. Wang takes on the roles of head chef and waitress, while Mr. Wang handles the deliveries. After my mother arrived, she worked as a waitress and kitchen helper, starting at noon and working until after 9 pm every day.

There was something Old Wang and his wife didn't mention to my uncle and mother. There was a gang in the neighborhood, over 90% of whose members were Black. They extorted protection money from the local small business owners and occasionally dined and dashed. Besides this, the gang members had a particular fondness for Asian women, sometimes openly harassing the waitresses in the restaurant. On

my mother's third day working at Old Wang's restaurant, a gang member named Kevin, for some reason, decided to have lunch there. It turned out he got more than just a free meal. When my mother served him, his eyes widened because she was wearing a sundress she'd brought from China, her fair shoulders and lotus-root-like arms exposed. It was June, and the weather was already quite hot; this was the only way to stay cool. My mother

walked around serving food, clearing tables, and collecting money, completely unaware that Kevin's wicked eyes were fixed on her. She didn't even notice that Kevin was any different from the other customers, except that Old Wang told my mother not to charge him after seeing Kevin. Finally, after the busiest time of the day, my mother felt her bladder was throbbing and she needed to use the restroom.

She told Mrs. Wang and hurried to the back restroom.

The restroom was unisex, only accommodating one person at a time. Seeing that both restrooms were empty, my mother hurriedly opened the first stall door and went in. As she turned to close the door, she suddenly saw a tall Black man push the door open and squeeze in after her. My mother was immediately stunned, and before she could say "ex...excusesem," the Black man slammed the door shut and locked it. Needless to say, the tall Black man was Kevin. He was in his early twenties, six feet four inches tall, bald, wearing a dirty crew-neck t-shirt and jeans. He was very muscular, weighing at least 200 pounds. My mother, who was 1.6 meters tall and weighed 120 pounds, looked like a child next to an adult, not to mention the difference in gender and age, which made the disparity in strength even more stark.

The moment Kevin closed the door, my mother knew what was about to happen, and she screamed for help. In fact, Mrs. Wang, who was in the kitchen next door, had already heard my mother's cries for help. She didn't expect that the black man would force himself on my mother, a middle-aged woman old enough to be his mother, but she still didn't come to my mother's rescue. Not only did she not come to my mother's rescue, but Mrs. Wang also blocked the entrance to the corridor leading to the back bathroom, hanging a wooden sign that read "empleby access only" in English, so that other customers wouldn't go to the back and hear any noise or disturb Kevin's good time.

In fact, my mother had barely uttered a sound when Kevin slapped her, silencing her, and then stuffed a rag from the corner of the wall into her mouth. Kevin pushed my mother against the wall, grabbed her tank top straps, and pulled it down to her abdomen, exposing her upper body. Her breasts, under her white 32C bra, stood high. Because she was wearing a tank top, my mother's bra was strapless. Kevin pulled it up with both hands, lifting the bra open to reveal two round, snow-white breasts with a deep cleavage between them. My mother's breasts were slightly sagging, but her long, rosy nipples were still erect, surrounded by raised brown areolas, waiting for a man to suckle them. It was a pity that my mother had such beautiful nipples, but no one had suckled them in a long time; today, this black man was getting his chance.

Kevin lifted my mother's skirt, revealing her smooth, white thighs. Although my mother is not young, she takes very good care of her body, especially in areas not usually visible under her clothes. Her face has no fine wrinkles and is very fair. To put it another way, if you covered her head and stripped her naked, people would believe she was only in her thirties. Her face was quite pretty when she was young, an oval shape. Now, although she has more wrinkles and isn't as fair as she used to be, she still looks younger than her peers, especially to Black people.

After some futile resistance from someone of overwhelming strength, my mother's underwear was pulled down and thrown to the ground, and her skirt was curled up at her waist, exposing her upper and lower body to Kevin's full view. Kevin unzipped his pants with one hand, revealing a large, black penis as thick as a Coke can. The glans, the size of an egg, was purplish-red, and the part protruding from the pants was seven inches long. The base of the penis, scrotum, and testicles were hidden inside the pants. My mother had never seen such a large penis before, and she almost fainted from shock. In comparison, my father's penis was child's play, only four inches long and almost half the thickness of Kevin's. Although my mother was a woman who had given birth, she still felt a similar intense pain and a feeling of being about to explode when Kevin penetrated her. Kevin's glans parted my mother's labia minora and vaginal walls, slowly inserting until it reached the very tip of her vagina and could go no further. My mother felt as if her lower body was being torn apart, her vagina being stretched tightly. Fortunately, Kevin was also enjoying the intense squeezing of his penis by my mother's tight vaginal walls and was not in a hurry to start thrusting.

My mother felt her lower body begin to heat up and become moist, her vagina and uterus gradually adapting to the insertion of the black man's penis, and began to secrete mucus. Years of suppressed desire began to stir, and even her ovaries, which had been stagnant for two whole years (my mother had stopped menstruating for two years), began to swell and ache slightly due to engorgement.

After Kevin adjusted to my mother's genitals, he began to slowly thrust in and out. Waves of pleasure from the friction emanated from her vaginal walls, making her even wetter. Every fold of her vaginal walls relaxed, and an excited current surged from her uterus and ovaries, through her breasts, which had been sucked until they softened, and her nipples hardened, reaching her central nervous system. My mother couldn't help but moan, even she was surprised by the wantonness in her soft moans. The chastity she had guarded for decades vanished in those few minutes. Her carefully maintained female body was being defiled by this filthy black man, and a whirlpool of lust churned within her, filling her with unbearable shame and indignation.

In this slow and prolonged thrusting, my mother was pushed irrevocably to the edge. She hated her own body and despised her own reactions, but her body writhed uncontrollably with each thrust, her legs involuntarily slapping Kevin's buttocks.

Wave after wave of pleasure finally engulfed my mother. She was drenched in sweat, her breasts spasming from deep within her uterus, stiffening her body as if it were floating, her veins feeling like they were about to burst. After a series of rapid moans, her body went limp.

My mother's lower body was now overflowing with fluids, Kevin's penis making a squelching sound as it entered, her juices splashing everywhere. Soon, my mother, who had just come down from the peak of orgasm, was pushed to another, even higher climax, and then another… Actually, the thrusting only lasted for less than twenty minutes, but for my mother it felt like she had experienced several lifetimes, one orgasm after another, she didn't even know how many times she had died and been reborn. The young black man in front of her seemed to have inexhaustible strength. My mother's intense physical reactions aroused his desire to conquer her. He made my mother moan from deep within her womb again and again, greedily sucking on her nipples, enjoying the sucking of her cervix on his glans but deliberately not ejaculating. He controlled the rhythm, guiding my mother's irresistibly all-consuming body onto his penis, thrusting forcefully again and again at crucial moments, pushing her past her limit, then enjoying the incontinent flow of her vaginal fluids, which lubricated his penis once more.

Eventually, my mother experienced orgasm after orgasm, with intervals of only a few dozen seconds.

Finally, Kevin felt the urge to ejaculate, so he increased the speed and force of his thrusts. His penis, engorged with blood, throbbed with each pulse. My mother was barely breathing, her head drooping, her hair disheveled, leaning against his shoulder.

Kevin thrust his hard penis deep into my mother's vagina one last time, the tip pointing directly at her cervix, and with a low growl, ejaculated. My mother's vagina and uterus were instantly filled with his milky-white, viscous semen. My mother knew he was about to ejaculate. Although she had stopped menstruating for two years and wasn't too worried about getting pregnant, she was still extremely unwilling deep down. To her surprise, her buttocks involuntarily pressed against him, as if afraid the black man wouldn't penetrate her deeply enough. As she felt the warm semen spray onto her lower abdomen, she reached another irresistible climax.

Thus, on her tenth day in America, and her third day working at Old Wang's restaurant, my mother lost her decades-long virginity, raped by a black man she had never met before, Kevin. Moreover, Kevin didn't use any protection during the act, injecting his semen, containing black DNA, directly into her long-dormant uterus. When Kevin withdrew his penis from my mother's body after ejaculating, she was completely limp from the abuse.

Kevin nonchalantly urinated, pulled up his pants, left my mother alone in the bathroom, and calmly walked down the corridor and out the restaurant's front door.

My mother, trembling, finally managed to stand up. The pleasure of intercourse had faded, leaving her feeling empty and burning with pain in her lower body. She forced herself to sit on the toilet and began to urinate, her swollen bladder slowly subsiding.

She seemed to hope that the urine washing away her swollen vulva would take away her shame, but this was just wishful thinking. My mother's mouth hadn't recovered, and her lower body reeked of Kevin's body odor and the fishy smell of his semen. She could feel the thick semen flowing inside her vagina, and a sticky fluid was leaking from the opening.

At that moment, Mrs. Wang, the landlady, came in. She knew the black man had raped my mother and wanted to comfort her. As soon as my mother saw Mrs. Wang, she burst into tears, feeling utterly ashamed. Mrs. Wang told my mother that the black man was a gangster and not someone to mess with. She added, "What are you afraid of? Your child is all grown up, so she won't get pregnant anyway. Just keep this a secret between you and me. Don't call the police; it won't do any good and will only invite retaliation from the gang. Not only will your business fail, but your life could be in danger."

Gradually, my mother stopped crying. She got up from the toilet and immediately felt backache, leg pain, dizziness, and nausea. Mrs. Wang, seeing her like this, had no choice but to let her rest in the small cubicle behind the kitchen for a while. My mother said she wanted to go home and rest, and Mrs. Wang had no choice but to agree. My mother rushed into the shower as soon as she got home, especially focusing on her genitals. She wanted to pour water into her vagina and uterus to wash away all the black man's semen, but she knew that would only cause more trouble and wouldn't cleanse her already defiled genitals. I got

home very late. My mother had gone to bed early, and I assumed she was just tired from work, so I didn't think much of it. Luckily, she was in good health and got up the next day. However, my mother's gait was different from before. She knew that her swollen genitals would take a few days to fully recover. She went back to work at Old Wang's restaurant, but every day she lived in constant fear that the black man who had raped her would reappear. She was so terrified that every customer who entered the restaurant made her jump, and she dared not go to the back restroom alone.

For more than ten days, Kevin didn't appear, and my mother's ravaged body and mind gradually recovered. Logically, she should have understood that she couldn't escape his clutches forever; since the black man was a gang member, he would definitely come back to harass her. But she clung to a strange sense of hope, wishing he would never appear again. My mother's wishful thinking couldn't help her. Nineteen days after she was raped in the restroom, around 3 PM, Kevin, who had raped her, appeared again at Old Wang's restaurant. There weren't many people in the restaurant at the time, and my mother didn't see him at first. But when she walked to the table where Kevin was sitting and asked, as usual, "Sir, what can I do for you?", she recognized the tall, muscular Black man as the one who had raped her.

My mother's legs went weak, her vagina burned, and her breasts heaved with each heartbeat; the pain of the rape returned. She didn't hear what Kevin said, only feeling his wolf-like eyes staring at her, and immediately turned and hid in the kitchen.

When she understood what was happening, the proprietress, Mrs. Wang, had to deal with it herself. My mother didn't dare come out until Kevin and his group finished their meal and left. Seeing how frightened my mother was, Mrs. Wang told her, "Go home first," and added, "I'll have Old Wang take you home." My mother usually took the bus home by herself. Therefore, my mother was naturally very grateful for Mrs. Wang's offer, unaware that Mrs. Wang had betrayed her.

Old Wang dropped my mother off at our apartment in his old, beat-up delivery van at four in the afternoon. I usually don't get back until after eleven at night. My mother decided to take a shower first. She closed all the doors and windows before going into the bathroom, taking off her clothes, and standing under the showerhead. Her heart was still pounding, and the burning sensation in her vagina hadn't subsided; in fact, it seemed to have intensified. Her breasts also felt a little swollen and painful. While washing her perineum, her fingers accidentally touched her clitoris, which immediately became erect. Suddenly, the image of Kevin's thick, long penis flashed through her mind. My mother was surprised that she would even think of the male organ that had violated her and caused her to lose her virginity. She felt both ashamed and angry. "

That's inhuman," she thought angrily, but her vagina seemed to be secreting fluid. My mother couldn't help but start touching her genitals and breasts, turning on the hot water. The water flowed over these areas, and gradually, she began to involuntarily emit lewd moans, while the image of the black man's thick penis was now impossible to shake off.

Finally, she inserted her fingers into her vagina and brought herself to orgasm, her whole body going limp. Immediately, a sense of guilt and shame overwhelmed her. My mother felt unforgivable for thinking about raping her own Black man's penis and masturbating to orgasm.

My mother, wrapped in a towel, walked from the bathroom into the bedroom, her hair wet, her cheeks still flushed from the orgasm, preparing to find clothes in the trunk. As the fog cleared from her glasses, she was horrified to see a dark, fleshy mass on the headboard. Upon closer inspection, she saw a fat Black man sitting there, leaning against her pillow, legs spread apart, his ugly penis dangling, heavy testicles hanging loosely in his scrotum, and his dark anus almost visible beneath it.

My mother was so frightened she almost fainted. Then she heard someone behind her say, "Here is our place (Our bitch is here)." Kevin, behind the door, grabbed her around the waist and threw her onto the bed. The towel instantly fell off, revealing my mother's naked body. Kevin said in a lewd tone, "Look at those sexties! And nipples! Can you eat this hot button?"

(Look at those breasts! And the nipples! Have you ever seen such a voluptuous woman? Two large breasts hanging down like two papayas. Due to the hot water, the nipples and surrounding areolas are fully stretched, appearing very large. The long nipples haven't yet become erect, and the indented milk ducts at the tips are clearly visible. Her trembling buttocks are very white and full, the flesh on them looks quite plump and tender, making you feel like you'd leave a red mark if you pinched them. The most wonderful thing is naturally the vulva between her buttocks. Due to the engorgement from masturbation, the sparse pubic hair around her labia sets off the pink and tender vulva in the middle, and behind it is a slightly dark anus.

As mentioned before, my mother...) Her body and sexual organs were remarkably well-maintained, and precisely because of this, this middle-aged woman with yellow skin, well past fifty, was an incredibly tempting piece of meat in the eyes of the two black men before her, especially Kevin, who had tasted my mother's sweetness, knew this best. My mother was like a fruit ripe to its ripest state; although younger women were more radiant and beautiful, seasoned connoisseurs knew her deliciousness and juiciness.

The large, fat black man sitting at the head of the bed was named Michael, whom Kevin had hired to pick the lock. Kevin had obtained my mother's address from Mrs. Wang, the landlady, and had also discovered that my mother lived with her son, who usually didn't come home until very late.

Kevin asked Mrs. Wang to persuade my mother to go home, and Mrs. Wang did so. Kevin then found Michael, and while my mother was showering, they opened the door to the apartment where my mother and I lived, stripped naked, and hid in the bedroom waiting for my mother to finish showering. This home invasion gang rape was meticulously planned, and I still had nearly seven hours before I got home. In my small apartment, my mother, who was over fifty, had to face these two black thugs alone; their combined age was less than hers, but their combined weight was four times hers. Since there was so much time and no outside interference, and there was no need to worry about finishing in the bathroom like last time, Kevin... Evin and his gang could do whatever they wanted with her, while my naked mother knew without a doubt that she could only helplessly endure the abuse. She both hoped for her son's return, hoping it would shorten the ordeal, and dreaded his return, fearing I would witness her naked body being violated by the black men, making her utterly ashamed. She was also afraid these desperate gangsters might do something drastic to harm herself and her son. In comparison, my mother secretly wished the two black men could have their fill and leave before her son returned, even though it meant she would once again become their sex slave and a toilet for their semen.

Kevin lifted my mother's naked buttocks, forcing her legs apart, and lecherously reached down to caress her genitals. My mother's genitals were still wet from her earlier masturbation, and after seeing Michael's ugly penis and scrotum, they began to arouse again. She knew deep down that rape was inevitable, and her subconscious was preparing her reproductive organs for the impending sexual act. Of

course, all of this did not escape the evil Kevin's notice. Although he was old enough to be my mother's son, his sexual experience and skills far surpassed those of my mother, who had given birth to two children. Before his first rape, she had never been with a man other than her husband—not even touched. This is why my mother reached orgasm so many times during the short time of her first rape; Kevin's superior physique and sexual skills played a part.

Kevin inserted his finger into my mother's vagina, stirred it briefly, and pulled it out, holding his wet finger high. His lewd laughter echoed in the apartment. "This bitch is in heat," he said to Michael, who sat on the edge of the bed. "She deserves a good fuck." She needed a good prostate check; it was already engorged. She understood every lewd comment they made about her body; she never dreamed she would be in such a situation. Since turning fifty, my mother felt old, especially after menopause. She felt that sex was a distant memory, and that men's eyes would never linger on her for even a second. Who would have thought that after coming to America, my mother's mature woman... Her body was targeted by a Black man and subjected to such incomprehensible violence, leaving her utterly powerless to resist.

My mother's genitals did indeed exude the distinctive scent of a mature woman's genitals. Animals often communicate through the scent of their sexual organs during mating; humans also possess this function, though it has long been suppressed. Kevin, however, had an exceptionally keen sense of smell. He could detect the scent emanating from my mother's genitals even from the other end of the room, further convincing him that this yellow-skinned woman possessed an irresistible, primal allure. To be honest, the scent of my mother's genitals was still quite pure at that moment. Including Kevin's rape, her genitals had only been penetrated by two men. Only the semen of multiple different men could subtly alter the microbial composition of a woman's vagina, transforming it into a lascivious scent unique to a harlot.

Kevin began to play with my mother's genitals with his mouth, his tongue skillfully licking her clitoris and labia majora and minora, swirling around her vaginal opening. At the same time, his fingers teased my mother's anus. My mother felt her legs tighten, and fluids from her vagina and uterus gushed out uncontrollably; she clearly felt a burning and itching deep within her genitals. Then she felt something slap her cheek; the black man, Michael, was swinging his half-erect penis and saying to her, "Come on! Sucker! Like good!" "Dog! Suck it! Lick it properly!" Before my mother could react, he grabbed her hair with one hand and forced her head down to his crotch, while the other hand pinched her cheeks like pliers, forcing her mouth open.

The black penis near my mother's mouth, though not as thick and long as Kevin's, was still much larger than my father's fully erect penis. It had clearly not been washed in a long time; it was greasy, smelling of semen and urine. The scrotum hanging from the base of the penis was also dark, with a greasy layer of grime in its folds, and the outlines of the two firm testicles were clearly visible. Chu, naturally, was a size larger than my father. There wasn't much hair around his penis, but my mother could clearly smell the strong body odor of a Black man mixed with the stench of his anus behind his scrotum.

My mother closed her eyes, unable to look any longer. She was usually a very clean person, but now her mind went blank. The thought of being raped by this fat man, of her genitals coming into direct, intimate contact with such a filthy Black man's genitals, sent shivers down her spine. But before her nausea could fully develop, Michael's penis was already in her mouth, the oily glans pounding against her... My mother's throat. My mother's chest heaved, accompanied by violent coughing and vomiting. The acid from her stomach sprayed from her nostrils. Then, as she choked and gasped for breath, my mother felt her head being forcefully pressed down until the entire penis was inside her mouth. The thick penis stretched her mouth into an "O" shape, and her cheeks bulged out. At the same time, her left breast was grabbed and kneaded vigorously by Michael's large hand, especially the center of her breast, which was pinched between his index and middle fingers. His thumb roughly kneaded the protruding areola and nipple, and picked at the indentation at the tip of the nipple.

Michael grabbed my mother's hair, forcing her head to move up and down, while Kevin behind her continued to suck and lick her hot genitals, playing with her anus. They hurled vulgarities at my mother's body and genitals. Foreplay is the first step in sex, its purpose naturally being to arouse a woman's desire. This gang rape, which could easily last for hours, contained no love whatsoever, only the primal urges and satisfaction of bestial desire, wave after wave of abuse and humiliation. But for some women, shame is a far more effective catalyst for lust than love. My mother felt the desire within her body about to boil like magma. It spread from the depths of her womb throughout her body, captivating her entire being, body and spirit. The more shame she felt, the stronger this desire became, and the stronger the desire, the deeper the shame she felt. My mother, while giving Michael oral sex and receiving oral sex from Kevin, slowly surrendered herself amidst the unexpected barrage of obscene language. Like any mature harlot, she writhed her body and hips, her hair disheveled on her face and chest, her cheeks flushed with a sensual blush, her nipples erect, her areolas enlarged and swollen, her swollen breasts swaying with her movements.

Her vulva swelled with blood, her clitoris throbbed red, and her vaginal opening steamed like a volcanic eruption.

Kevin's egg-sized glans came at the opportune moment, rubbing against my mother's vulva, which was swollen from sexual arousal, further arousing her desire. My mother's lower body became even more unbearably itchy, and she couldn't help but start moaning, twisting her hips back and forth, wanting his penis to penetrate her, but the cunning Kevin just wouldn't penetrate, saying to my mother, "Want my coffee in your cup? Say it! Say it like this: I want your big black chicken coffee in my juicy cup! Say it!" After a few minutes of stalemate, my mother finally spoke, saying in a voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz, "I want... your... chicken... in my... cup." Kevin still wouldn't insert it, making my mother repeat it loudly, making sure she said the missing "big black" and "juicy." My mother repeated, "I want your...big...black...cock...in my...juicy...cun," this time louder than before. Unexpectedly, Kevin was still not satisfied. He demanded my mother repeat it again, much louder, without any pauses. My mother hesitated for several seconds before finally speaking, shouting in a chant-like voice, "I want your big black cock in my juicy cun!" After shouting, she lowered her head, sobbing uncontrollably. Michael inserted his penis back into her mouth, forcing her head to mechanically manipulate it. Kevin's eight-inch-long penis entered my mother's vagina at this moment. It was already overflowing with vaginal fluid, and the glans easily touched her cervix. Because my mother's position was particularly suitable, the glans parted the soft cervix and penetrated deeply into her uterus, the entire huge penis entering my mother's vagina. Kevin then began slow but powerful thrusting.

My mother felt the sensation of being filled by Kevin's penis again, since her first rape. Although her vaginal walls were still taut, she was much more accustomed to it than the first time. This was also the first time a man's penis had penetrated her uterus. The sensitive uterine walls were suddenly stimulated by the huge glans, initially causing some pain and itching, but Kevin's movements were slow and steady, giving her uterus ample time to accept it. My mother felt a warm and full sensation in her vagina; the slow thrusting soothed the itching in her vaginal cavity, and the powerful rhythm led her step by step into a seductive realm. With each thrust of Kevin, my mother let out a satisfied moan, a sound that could only escape her throat. Lost in passion, her movements were no longer controlled by her brain, but by her uterus. She was no longer content with merely stroking Michael's penis; she began licking the glans, the entire shaft, and even the scrotum, swallowing the excess saliva along with the grime from Michael's genitals.

Michael's penis was fully erect, no less impressive than Kevin's, its dark, ugly shaft standing menacingly. Michael clearly enjoyed the progress in my mother's oral skills; he pressed her head down further, gesturing for her to lick his foul-smelling anus.

At this moment, my mother, being thrust into, was no longer herself; her breathing became rapid, and her lower body writhed in rhythm with Kevin's thrusts. The pungent stench perhaps further fueled her desire. She hesitated only a few seconds before sticking out her tongue to lick Michael's anus, simultaneously stroking his penis and caressing his scrotum with her hand.

At that moment, my mother's first orgasm surged forth, a volcanic eruption engulfing her entire body, making her feel as if she were melting away. Beautiful moans echoed throughout the room. Kevin didn't stop; instead, he slightly increased the pace of his thrusts, meeting the waves of her vaginal contractions and pounding deep into her flesh. His firm testicles in his swaying scrotum slammed against her perineum with each thrust. Before the aftershocks of the first orgasm had completely subsided, my mother was pushed to the brink of a second, like riding a rollercoaster, followed by a third. Amidst the waves of my mother's body, Kevin finally erupted deep within her. With each throbbing of his glans, streams of warm semen were ejaculated into my mother's vagina and uterus. Kevin released my mother's buttocks, and she finally went limp.

But this only lasted a few seconds. Soon after, my mother, completely naked, was lifted by Kevin and pulled in front of Michael. Her two full breasts were facing his face, and her wet genitals, still wet from being ejaculated inside her, were positioned against Michael's erect penis. Her open vaginal opening rubbed against the purplish-black glans, and a stream of white semen gushed from her vagina, dripping onto the glans. Kevin lowered my mother's naked body towards Michael's penis, and her genitals were once again deeply penetrated by the black man's penis. My mother was already weak all over from Kevin's rape, but she still had to put her hands on Michael's shoulders and move her body up and down, twisting her round, bare buttocks back and forth. The fat man, Michael, panted heavily, his hands gripping my mother's buttocks, his lower body tightly joined to her genitals, his large, fleshy, dark buttocks writhing. He alternately sucked on my mother's two long, crimson nipples, his tongue swirling around the areolas, occasionally nibbling at the indented nipple pores.

From behind, my mother's naked, sweat-drenched body lay on top of Michael, her white, tender buttocks, also wet with sweat, facing Kevin, arched back and moving up and down. The point of contact between male and female genitalia was clearly visible below her buttocks. Michael's penis was completely wet, shiny black, and smeared with milky white semen; his scrotum trembled with my mother's movements, and below it was my mother's dark, licked anus, still damp with saliva. My mother's vaginal opening was stretched into an "O" shape again, swallowing and releasing the dark penis. Behind the vaginal opening was my mother's anus. This lewd scene aroused Kevin again, especially my mother's tight anus, which was a strong temptation for him. He left the bedroom, quickly returned with a bottle of cooking oil, opened the cap, poured some into his hand, and then evenly applied it to his penis, which had become erect again after ejaculation. He also applied some around my mother's anus. At this moment, my mother was experiencing her first orgasm given to her by Michael and had no time to pay attention to anything else. Kevin easily inserted his middle finger, then two fingers, three fingers, until he inserted all five fingers together into her anus. Kevin applied some vegetable oil inside my mother's anus. Immediately afterwards, Kevin straddled my mother, held her waist, and thrust his glans into her anus. Despite the lubrication of vegetable oil, it was quite difficult at first, and my mother cried out in pain. But once the glans finally entered, things became much easier until Kevin's penis was deeply inserted into my mother's rectum, and he began thrusting. Michael beneath her was also writhing and thrusting into her genitals.

My mother's anus had never been touched before, so at first she only felt a sharp pain as if her anus was about to split open. To her surprise, the intense pain stimulated her vagina to become even more sensitive, especially as the two thick penises filled her lower body completely, leaving no space. Even more strangely, she felt a burning sensation from the pain inside her anus, which merged with the heat in other parts of her lower body, like adding fuel to the fire, igniting her desire within her. Continuous orgasms followed, slow but containing a terrifying power. Under the control of this force, my mother let out lewd moans that even she herself dared not imagine. Her naked body convulsed, twisted, and swayed incessantly… As the gang rape continued, they changed positions and postures many times. My mother's mouth, cleavage, anus, and genitals were repeatedly thrust into by two black penises. Her breasts were roughly kneaded by four large hands, her areolas were pinched, and her nipples were sucked in a foul-smelling mouth. In the enclosed space of the apartment bedroom, my naked mother was sandwiched between two naked, muscular black men. The two black men and the yellow man were intertwined, like two hard dark chocolates sandwiched with a layer of soft, sweet whipped cream. My mother's body became softer and juicier with each orgasm, lewd and alluring, like whipped cream, allowing Kevin and Michael to fully savor her deliciousness. The two young black men's violent, evil desires and inexhaustible energy were like dark chocolate, bitter at first taste, but becoming more and more flavorful with each chew. My mother's self-respect and self-control began to erode with each orgasm and ejaculation inside her, leading her to take the crucial first step from a reserved wife and mother to a willing black sex slave.

At 8 PM, after four hours of debauchery, during which each of them ejaculated inside my mother three times and brought her to orgasm twenty-six times, Kevin and Michael finally withdrew their penises from my mother temporarily, letting her take a shower.

While my mother was showering, they called Old Wang's restaurant to order takeout. When Old Wang rang the doorbell, my mother had just come out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and was hesitating when Kevin rushed to open the door, pulled Old Wang in, and closed the door. Old Wang was stunned to see two naked black men standing next to my mother, who was wrapped in a towel. Kevin ripped the towel off my mother and said to Old Wang, "How do you know your whore?"

Old Wang, of course, recognized my mother. He saw my mother's vacant eyes, disheveled hair, and rounded belly, guessing her stomach was full of semen, because even after showering, semen was still dripping from her inner thighs. Her breasts were bruised and swollen, with teeth marks around her nipples. He knew my mother had been raped by these two black men, and almost certainly gang-raped. Despite this, his penis still hardened in the face of a mature, naked woman. Kevin instructed him to do this, pulling down Old Wang's pants to reveal a penis almost the same size as my father's, pressing him down in a chair, and ordering my mother to give him a blowjob. My mother immediately complied, and Old Wang pretended to refuse a few times before sitting down to receive her service.

My naked mother knelt before Old Wang, first giving him a blowjob, then oral sex. Five minutes later, Old Wang ejaculated white semen into my mother's mouth, and Kevin made her swallow it all. And so, Kevin and his gang transferred my mother's sexual services for the first time, in exchange for a free meal—not a rip-off.

After Old Wang left, Kevin and Michael, having eaten and drunk their fill, were overcome with lust and set their sights on my mother again. They pinned her down on the worn-out sofa in the living room and continued to take turns raping her. Although my mother was now mentally numb, her genitals remained sensitive. Dragging her exhausted body, she allowed the two black men's penises to penetrate her body again and again, obediently following their instructions to perform various obscene and lewd actions, enhancing the pleasure of the black men raping her. She herself reached orgasm again and again in a state of depravity and shame, so many times that she herself couldn't remember. By eleven o'clock at night, Kevin and Michael had almost emptied their semen, and only then did they leave satisfied. My mother didn't have the strength to take a shower, but instead climbed into bed in the bedroom and fell into a deep sleep.

I returned to the apartment at 11:30 PM. As soon as I entered, I sensed something was wrong. The living room reeked of semen, and there were what appeared to be black body hairs on the old sofa. I went to my mother's room to find out what was going on and found her lying naked on the bed. A large patch of the sheet beneath her buttocks was wet, and the smell of semen was even stronger. There also seemed to be black body hairs on the bed. My mother was fast asleep; no matter how much I called her, she wouldn't wake up.

From that moment on, I suspected something had happened. From childhood, my mother had always been a dignified and virtuous woman in my eyes, and that image was shattered by the body hair and the smell of semen. Clearly, while I was away, my mother had had sex with a black man. Given her views on black men, it was impossible for her to have sex with a black man willingly; the only possibility was that she had been raped, and perhaps by more than one man. Looking at my mother's full, mature, naked body, and imagining her being raped or even gang-raped by black men, my penis involuntarily became erect. Usually, I would resort to masturbation to relieve this, but then I thought, if even Black men can have sex with my mom, why can't I? Without further ado, I stripped naked, dragged my mom to the bedside, and lifted her legs.

Then a brilliant idea struck me. It was around midnight, which is noon in China, so my dad must still be at work. I called his office, and sure enough, he answered. As soon as I confirmed it was him, I aimed my penis at my mom's vagina and inserted it, then, while making small talk with my dad, I thrust into her. My dad asked where my mom was, and I said she'd been busy all day and gone to sleep, thinking to myself that she'd been fucked by Black men all day and was asleep. My dad quickly told her to let her sleep. My guess was right; my mom's vagina wasn't tight at all, probably loosened by Black men's large penises. The wet, slippery feeling inside was semen, and with so much semen inside, she must have been fucked by more than one man. Thinking about this, my penis became even harder. I grabbed my mother's full breasts and thrust vigorously, my thighs slapping against her buttocks with a "smack, smack" sound. My father heard the noise on the phone and asked what I was doing. I said I was doing aerobics. My mother was moaning lewdly in her sleep. At first, I thought she was about to wake up, so I hurriedly stopped thrusting. But then I realized she wasn't awake, so I became even more unrestrained, and she moaned even louder. My father heard it on the phone and asked what the sound was. I said it was the neighbor's cat meowing. When I tried to suck on my mother's nipples, I smelled a fishy odor and guessed it was from the black man who had raped her, so I stopped and started pinching them with my fingers instead. Finally, I ejaculated inside my mother's vagina, said goodbye to my father, and hung up the phone.

I pulled my penis out of my mother's vagina and gently squeezed her lower abdomen until a thick, milky-white semen flowed out. I covered my mother with a towel and went to sleep too.

The next day, when I left home, my mother was still asleep. Later, during lunch, I was worried and called home, but no one answered. I then called Old Wang's restaurant, and Mrs. Wang said my mother was there, which put my mind at ease. When I returned home that evening, all traces of the previous incident had vanished. The sofa covers and sheets had been washed, but the smell of semen lingered in the air. Everything seemed to have returned to normal, but nothing could ever be the same again. What

I didn't know was that Kevin and Michael had made a copy of our apartment key, and they began freely entering and leaving our apartment every few days. Usually, I was already at school in the morning, while my mother wouldn't go to the restaurant until close to noon, leaving a gap of more than three hours. They specifically targeted these times when my mother was home alone, waiting nearby until I left before using their key to open the door and break into the apartment. My mother was either in bed, showering after getting up, or in the living room or kitchen wearing a nightgown. Even if she wasn't completely naked, she was usually just wearing a pullover nightgown without underwear. They could just pull it up above her buttocks and have sex with her. If they wanted to be more refined, they would pull down the straps of the nightgown and play with her breasts while they had sex.

If they were in a hurry to leave, they would grab my mother in the bedroom, kitchen, living room, or bathroom and thrust their penises straight into her vagina. If they didn't have anything else to do, Kevin or Michael would stay with my mother all morning. Michael often had two rounds, while Kevin would have at least three before leaving. They were young and energetic, and each time before ejaculating, they would bring my mother to orgasm several times. When they came, my mother was like a hen caught by a rooster, obediently allowing them to rape her.

To put it in a colloquial Chinese way, my mother had probably been thoroughly "played with," willingly becoming Kevin and Michael's plaything. She was resigned to her fate, knowing she was past menopause and couldn't get pregnant.

In my mother's eyes, she was already a very promiscuous and depraved woman, to the point that she was always terrified when she called my father, afraid of revealing something. My father, on the other hand, was undeniably cuckolded; he never imagined that the woman he had lived with for most of his life would lose her virtue in her later years, becoming a tool for a black man's sexual gratification. If my mother had known Kevin's evil intentions, she probably wouldn't have so willingly submitted to this black man.

One morning in early July, almost two months after my mother's first rape, I went to school as usual. My mother was alone in the living room when Kevin unlocked the door and, without a word, told my mother to come with him immediately. My mother was still wearing her usual pullover nightgown without underwear. He wouldn't let her change and hurriedly pulled her downstairs. A Black man I didn't recognize was already waiting outside in his beat-up car. He told my mother to sit next to the driver, then got in close to her and drove off.

A dozen minutes later, they stopped at a dilapidated junkyard on the outskirts of the city. This junkyard also offered repair services, salvaging usable parts from hundreds of wrecked cars at very low cost, primarily serving the low-income population in the neighborhood. The majority of those who came were Black.

The Black man driving, in his forties, bald, with a beer belly and a graying beard, introduced himself to my mother as Rick. Kevin and Rick led my mother to the tool shed in the back, where three Black workers were already waiting, and later another one came in. They were all in their thirties, of varying heights and builds, and all looked excited when they saw my mother. My mother's sheer slip dress, with the strong July sunlight behind her, made her appear almost transparent to them from the tool shed, revealing her beautiful, voluptuous body clearly. My mother had been filled with anxiety throughout the journey, and now her suspicions were not only confirmed, but the situation was even worse than she had imagined. She was not only about to be raped, but it seemed she would be gang-raped by these black men.

During this time, my mother was frequently raped by Kevin and Michael, and the repeated intense stimulation of her genitals caused subtle changes in her body. The most obvious change was that her breasts swelled, and her nipples and areolas protruded significantly. Her genitals were almost always moist. What my mother didn't know was that her ovaries hadn't actually stopped functioning; they were merely in a dormant state. With dozens of sexual arousals and orgasms each week, they began to secrete female hormones again, and the changes in her breasts and genitals were due to hormonal effects.

This state wouldn't stop as long as the external sexual stimulation wasn't eliminated, but her progesterone levels were insufficient to produce menstruation. Therefore, without my mother's awareness, the danger period had quietly arrived in her body. Although she was completely unaware that she was about to ovulate, my mother's body reacted to the impending sexual activity. Her erect nipples were clearly visible through her thin nightgown, and the penises around her were also erect.

Standing next to my mother, Rick said to her, "Madam, you know what to do, right?" My mother looked at him blankly. Rick said, "Now take off your clothes!" My mother glanced at Kevin, who said impatiently, "What are you waiting for? Take off your clothes and suck the dicks!" Two lines of tears streamed down my mother's face. For nearly two months, she had been repeatedly raped by two Black men, Kevin and Michael, suffering unprecedented humiliation, yet also experiencing sexual sensations she had never known before. In those few dozen days, she received more orgasms from the two men than she had in her thirty years of marriage combined. Kevin, in particular, with his large penis, strong body, and abundant semen, was the first to rape my mother, the first to penetrate her uterus, and the first to penetrate her anus. My mother had begun to vaguely accept Kevin as her lover, no longer physically resisting his advances, and gradually losing her resistance and disgust, although each rape still filled her with immense shame. This shame stemmed more from doubts about her self-esteem, which fueled her heightened lust and excitement each time. My mother increasingly felt like a promiscuous woman.

In this state of mind, my mother developed a special attachment to Kevin, who was old enough to be her son. She no longer cared that he was Black, and perhaps deep down, she longed for Kevin to cherish her and value their physical relationship, even subconsciously wanting to get pregnant by him. Although this thought never truly surfaced, her female body and sexual organs overcame the barrier of age and prepared for it. This was probably a major reason why my mother was about to ovulate.

Therefore, when my mother learned that her worst suspicions had been confirmed, that Kevin was going to let these Black men gang-rape her, tears of sorrow streamed down her face. Kevin and his gang didn't care about any of this; in their eyes, my mother was just a bitch, a tool for venting her sexual desires, a semen toilet, no different from any other toilet used for excrement. If they knew my mother was about to ovulate, they would be even more excited, not out of gratitude for her bearing them children, but because the shame of a woman becoming pregnant through rape far outweighs that of rape or gang rape. Besides, a pregnant woman's body and sexual organs are unique, offering a different kind of pleasure, and she can provide breast milk after giving birth.

Rick, who was standing nearby, was already impatient. He grabbed my mother's arms and lifted them up, saying, "Let mehlpyouthen (we'll help you undress)," while Kevin came over and helped lift her nightgown up to above her breasts, then pulled it off her head. My mother was suddenly completely naked, her two round, full breasts trembling on her chest, her grape-like nipples erect and full, with areolas protruding half a centimeter above them. Her arms were like lotus roots, her shoulders and back fair and rounded, her abdomen smooth with a slight protrusion of her lower belly, a thick patch of dark pubic hair on her mons pubis, her thighs white and smooth, and her round buttocks quivering.

The black men present almost simultaneously gaped, their eyes wide. They had probably never seen a completely naked yellow-skinned woman before, let alone played with her. Except for Kevin, the others unbuckled their belts and pulled out their penises.

Kevin pushed my mother down, making her kneel on the ground, while the others surrounded her, starting with Rick, shoving their penises into her mouth for her to suck. Two others made her use her hands to masturbate, while the remaining two stood behind my mother, slapping her smooth back with their penises while masturbating themselves. Before ejaculation, Rick moved behind my mother, and someone else took over using her mouth. They took turns making my mother suck their penises and testicles, massaging her epididymis and prostate with their tongues, while their hands continued to stroke the other two penises. This "foreplay" aroused each man's genitals to their optimal state before penetration, accelerating semen production, and also arousing my mother, causing her to become wet and her face and breasts to flush with a sexy blush.

Kevin picked my mother up and placed her on the workbench, making her lie on her back with her buttocks against the edge. He held her upper body down so she couldn't move, while the others surrounded her. One person squatted down and licked her genitals and anus, while the others reached out and caressed her thighs, lower abdomen, and breasts, taking turns as well. While they fondled my mother's genitals with their hands and mouths, they incessantly uttered obscene words about Asian women. Kevin boasted to them about my mother's behavior during his rape, eliciting bursts of lewd laughter. The erotic atmosphere in the tool room was intense; five naked penises, each one engorged and eager to try, were on the verge of penetration.

Rick was the first to bring his penis to my mother's vulva, forcefully inserting it with the glans against the vaginal opening, and then began rhythmically thrusting. The others continued to fondle her genitals, arousing everyone's lust with obscene words.

My mother's breasts, flattened by gravity, swayed back and forth like jelly with the thrusting motion, her full nipples and raised areolas resembling red cherries adorning the jelly, prompting those standing around her to suck on them.

In this shameful atmosphere, my mother's genitals, breasts, body, eyes, and eardrums were simultaneously bombarded with obscene stimulation, causing her lust to surge and her consciousness to blur, emitting unconscious moans. The moans of Asian women are inherently different from those of Black women; compared to two months ago, due to hormones, her voice was higher, further stimulating the sexual desires of these Black men. Rick began to thrust harder and faster, my mother's buttocks moving up and down in sync, allowing his penis to penetrate even deeper into her vagina. Finally, a female orgasm erupted from my mother's vagina, the layers of her vagina powerfully sucking on Rick's penis, followed by his penis ejaculating inside her, a large amount of thick semen gushing from the tip of his glans, filling my mother's vagina.

After Rick withdrew his penis, the Black man next to him took his place; his hard, dark penis effortlessly pierced my mother's vagina, and he gripped her buttocks, beginning to thrust deeply. Immediately after he ejaculated, a third person took his place... An hour later, five black men, excluding Kevin, raped my mother in turn, and all of them ejaculated inside her genitals.

Since there was still an hour left before the pre-arranged time, they again took my mother's naked body, which was limp and powerless after eight orgasms, and forced her to lie face down with her buttocks raised, so that they could take turns penetrating her from behind and raping her again, ejaculating inside her repeatedly.

The gang rape continued until 11 a.m. When it ended, my mother's genitals were swollen from the continuous intercourse, her labia were open, and her pink vaginal flesh was turned inside out, covered with milky white black semen. Her vagina and uterus were filled with hundreds of millions of active and healthy black sperm. My mother didn't even have the strength to put on a nightgown. She was carried naked by Kevin to his newly repaired car and taken back to his apartment. Needless to say, the two hours of gang rape by five men that my mother suffered was the price Kevin paid for repairing the car. This gang rape brought the number of men who had violated my mother to eight. Apart from me, her son, all the others were black. This was less than two months after my mother arrived in the United States.

That noon, my mother couldn't take it anymore and didn't go to work at Old Wang's restaurant. Instead, she called Mrs. Wang, the owner, to ask for leave. Mrs. Wang was very unhappy, thinking, "This slut has been used and abused, she's been so

exhausted from sleeping with that black guy she can't get out of bed. I'll fire her the day I find a suitable accomplice." My mother didn't get out of bed all afternoon. Little did she know that while she was in a daze, an egg in her body, due to the intense sexual stimulation from the gang rape, finally released an egg. As soon as the egg entered the fallopian tube, it encountered numerous active sperm from different black men, and my mother was fertilized. The fertilized egg successfully implanted in my mother's uterus, and this seed of shame found fertile soil, quietly growing inside her body.

After tasting the sweetness for the first time, Kevin and Michael discussed using my mother's body as a commodity to be sold. He used his car as a mobile brothel, putting a mask on my mother that only exposed her mouth and chin, placing her naked on the back seat, driving her to a gas station, parking in a secluded corner, and then going to the front to solicit customers. My mother was naked and too afraid to run out, so she could only obediently wait in the car to be raped. My mother's rate was $25 per half hour. After paying, customers would rape my mother on the spot in Kevin's back seat.

Most of my mother's customers were Black, with a few white people and foreign students from our school. Through word of mouth, more and more people knew that "Kevinasianwhere" was cheap and good, with big breasts, a tight vagina, lots of juice, fair and tender skin, excellent oral skills, and could also perform anal penetration and ejaculation inside. Due to the large number of customers, the rate was first changed to $15 per quarter hour, and later to $10 per 10 minutes. Even so, my mother only had about three hours a day from when I left home until she went to work at the restaurant. Subtracting the time spent cleaning her genitals between the two rapes, she could only see about 15 customers. And after each of those 15 customers, she was exhausted and weak when she went to work. Kevin, wanting to make more money off my mother, persuaded her to quit her job at the restaurant, offering to pay her $10 for every $100 she earned in sex work—more than she would have at the restaurant. Just then, a new handyman came to Mrs. Wang's place, and he readily let my mother go.

After quitting, my mother officially became Kevin's money-making tool. Kevin simply rented a bathroom at the gas station, stripped my mother naked, and placed her inside every day. The door could only be opened from the outside with a key. When customers arrived, they only needed to ask the gas station attendant for the key to "Kevin's bathroom" to open the door and rape my mother. Using Kevin's restroom costs $10 per 10 minutes, double the price for two people, and groups of three or more are not allowed. Besides toilets and sinks, the restrooms provide condoms for 25 cents each. However, most guests don't use condoms or other protection, instead directly penetrating my mother's genitals and ejaculating inside her. The restroom is much larger than the back seat of a car, allowing for various sexual acts. Guests like to pin my mother down over the sink and rape her, whether she's facing forward or backward. Through the large mirror in front of the sink, guests can observe their own sexual activity and watch the changes in my mother's body and organs from different angles. Guests also like to have my mother straddle them, either facing forward or backward, with their penises inserted into her vagina. Some like my mother to hold onto the toilet tank while they rape her, and some even prefer her to be on the floor with her buttocks raised or kneeling for oral sex. Every day, my mother's task was to earn at least $400 in "sex money," usually requiring seven to eight hours and involving over thirty ejaculations inside her. There were two cameras in the restroom, monitored by gas station employees. When my mother was free, the employees would sometimes rape her, which wasn't included in her sex money quota.

After a few months, the Kevin restroom became increasingly infamous. Not only did the local Black men know about it, but it also spread among truck drivers who drove through the area. They would stop there for gas and, incidentally, pay $10 to rape my mother and satisfy their sexual desires. One day, Dan, a Romanian exchange student in our lab, mentioned to me that he had been there twice and enjoyed it, planning to go every week. Romanians can't stand not having sex for a few days. Dan had been away from home for a long time and couldn't find a girlfriend here. He had tried prostitutes a few times before, but white women were too expensive, and Black women's genitals were too dark for his interest.

At the time, I didn't know that the Asian woman in the Kevin restroom was my mother, so I went with him. When we got to the gas station, we found out we had to take a number and wait to be called before going in. Luckily, it wasn't crowded that noon. We took our number and waited outside the restroom. Just then, a relatively thin Black man came out, and his tall, burly companion was still inside, completely naked, holding my mother like a child as he made his final thrusts.

I immediately recognized my mother by her hair and voice. She was moaning weakly, her naked body draped over his erect penis, her full breasts pressed against his chest. The color of their genitals was clearly visible; his dark penis was thicker than my wrist, and with each thrust, pink vaginal flesh was exposed, and white semen gushed out.

I was stunned. I never expected to encounter my mother here, let alone witness her being violently raped by a Black man. Could the semen toilet people talked about be my mother? The door opened only briefly and then closed automatically.

Through the door, I could hear my mother's groans growing louder and louder, the sounds of her being repeatedly raped and reaching orgasm. Then, as my mother fell silent, I heard the burly black man's satisfied roars before and during ejaculation.

Half a minute later, the bathroom door opened, and the black man, shirtless, walked out while fastening his belt, muttering "what fucked fucking good," and winking at us. At that moment, I felt an urge to kill him, not only because he had just raped my mother, but also because his actions and expression didn't seem like he had just had sex with a woman, but more like he had just finished using the toilet. My mother's body was just a toilet for his semen. I took a deep breath and glanced at the door; several more people were already waiting there. Among the black men was a Chinese man I recognized—the president of the Chinese Students' Association. I really wanted to punch him then.

Just then, the staff called our number. Dan went to get the keys, and I suddenly felt deflated. What was I even doing here? Wasn't I also trying to use this infamous semen toilet? Thinking back to my mother's gang rape by black men, and her recent unusual behavior—saying she found a job at a gas station but refusing to tell me which one, and being too tired to move every night, always going to bed early—I should have realized this semen toilet was for my mother.

I came here to have sex with her; what right did I have to blame others for doing the same? With that thought, I lost all interest in going in with Dan to watch his fat, hairy body rape my mother. I just greeted him, told him "enjoy," but didn't say the rest of "fuck my mom," and left. As I passed the student council president, he gave me a knowing smile.

When my mother came home that evening, I was already waiting for her. She was only wearing a sundress, with nothing underneath. She seemed surprised that I was home so early. I asked her if she had just come back from the gas station, and she said yes. I then asked how many people had filled her gas tank that day, and she said about forty. I said, "How do you remember so clearly? Where's the gas?"

She didn't understand what I was asking, so I reminded her, "You're not in charge of filling gas tanks, you're in charge of fertilization!" As I said this, I went over and lifted her skirt, exposing her wet genitals. While my mother was stunned, I picked her up from behind, carried her into the bathroom, and raised her legs high, positioning her against the sink like a child being held to urinate. Perhaps because of shame and weakness, my mother didn't resist at all. Through the large mirror on the wall, I saw my mother's wet, swollen vulva. With just a gentle squeeze of her lower abdomen, thick, white semen began to flow from her vagina and anus. I whispered in my mother's ear, "When I was little, you held my pee; now let me hold your semen."

I simply took off my mother's dress, leaving her completely naked. Her breasts were larger than they had been a few months earlier, hanging heavily on her chest, accompanied by enlarged nipples and areolas. The outer edge of the areolas was as large as the rim of a teacup, and the thickness of the bulge from the top of the breasts exceeded one centimeter, surrounded by a ring of well-developed glands. The nipples were three centimeters long and three centimeters in diameter. Once naked, her lower abdomen was noticeably protruding. My mother's body and genitals resembled those of a pregnant actress in an adult film.

In the mirror, my mother closed her eyes in shame, her female genitals fully exposed, and semen was still flowing from her genitals. This is my mother, who gave me life and raised me. Six months ago, she was a virtuous wife and loving mother, but now she's a woman for all to have. Her breasts and genitals, once forbidden territory, only accessible to my father, are now being played with daily by twenty or thirty Black men, a dozen or so White men, and men of other races. Her genitals are penetrated by dozens of penises of different colors, and she seems pregnant. She carried my brother, and now her womb carries a shameful bastard, likely of Black descent. That night, I almost frantically raped my mother again and again, first on the sink in the apartment bathroom, then in the living room, and finally in her bedroom. I forced her to crawl naked on the floor, straddling her back, inserting my penis into her vagina from behind, and then whipping her buttocks and thighs with a rattan cane to make her crawl.

While crawling, I didn't need to exert any effort; her vaginal walls gripped tightly. I forced my mother to have sex with me in various positions, and even called my father's office several times, making her talk to him while I thrust into her violently. Finally, my mother and I fell asleep in each other's arms on her bed.

From that day on, my mother's spirit was completely destroyed, turning her into a complete sex slave and a tool for men's sexual gratification. She still went to gas stations every day to serve as a semen toilet, and every night, she naturally became my sexual outlet. I also invited international students I knew to my apartment, including Dan, a Romanian, and the student council president, to rape my mother in front of me—all for free, and they were even allowed to bring their friends. Later, I even created a club-like website with an internal membership system and member referrals. Every day, I selected six people from the website using a points system to rape my mother. When the membership grew to around 40, I stopped expanding because I wanted them to have a chance to rape my mother every week. My members raped my mother in various ways, sometimes one-on-one, sometimes in groups, for a two-hour time limit, arranged according to the situation. Therefore, I could see both gang rapes and 3P/4P situations involving several people, ultimately resulting in thick semen flowing from her mouth, genitals, and anus.

In my mother's tenth month in America, and the eighth month after Kevin took her to a junkyard where she was gang-raped by five black men, resulting in her pregnancy, her belly was already quite noticeable, even in winter clothes. Her genitals were always wet, her vagina constantly filled with semen, and in winter when she couldn't wear skirts, her crotch was always sticky. Her breasts had grown larger, from a 32C to a 34D and now a 36E. The outer edge of her areola was still about the size of a teacup, but the thickness of her breast protrusion was nearly two centimeters on the outer edge and three centimeters on the inner edge. Her nipples protruded four centimeters on the high areolas, so even with several layers of clothing, my mother's nipples, totaling seven centimeters in height, and the surrounding areolas were still prominent. These areolas and nipples were undoubtedly due to the effects of prolactin in my mother's body, as well as the result of many men suckling on her every day, which in turn attracted even more men to use her body. During the day, she continued to be gang-raped by black men at gas stations, earning money for Kevin. Every night, my mother was gang-raped by six members of my club. More and more men wanted to rape her, many specifically because of her pregnancy. Their current concern was when she would start producing breast milk.

My mother refused to believe she was pregnant, thinking she was just gaining weight, but as her belly grew larger, she wanted to go to the hospital for a checkup, worried it might be a tumor. She didn't have medical insurance, and the clinics for the poor were already full, with appointments booked three months in advance. My mother had no choice but to consider returning to China for treatment. She asked Kevin for two weeks off to go home. Kevin was initially reluctant, fearing she wouldn't return, but seeing how large her belly was, clearly pregnant, he also didn't want the hassle and finally agreed.

Nine and a half months after my mother became pregnant from the gang rape, she finally boarded a plane back home. The day before boarding the plane, she spent over nine hours at a gas station, where she was repeatedly raped by more than fifty men. That night, she was repeatedly gang-raped by more than twenty of my members all night long, leaving her body covered in semen as a send-off.

The weather was already warm at the end of April. My mother, wearing a white sleeveless maternity dress given to her by Kevin, arrived at the airport with her large pregnant belly. She wasn't wearing a bra or underwear, and her dark nipples were prominently displayed, attracting the attention of many passersby. When she boarded the plane, semen was still dripping between her legs.

Because she hadn't slept the night before departure, coupled with the turbulent journey, my mother began to experience contractions on the international flight, and then her water broke. Fortunately, there was a Japanese obstetrician on the plane

. After some frantic efforts, both mother and child were safe. My mother gave birth to a healthy baby boy with brown skin and the curly hair typical of Black people, weighing 7.2 pounds. My mother spent three days in a hospital in Tokyo, Japan, changing her flight, and didn't return home until the fifth day after departure. When my father went to pick her up at the airport, he stared at the stroller and the baby inside, speechless for a long time. My mother had completely changed in the year since he last saw her. She was wearing a sundress without a bra, her full 36E breasts prominently displayed, her chest stained with two round milk stains, and her nipples, darkened by pregnancy pigmentation, were almost clearly visible. My father had vaguely sensed that something had happened to my mother in America. When he heard her on the phone say she was returning to China for medical treatment but wouldn't say what illness it was, he had a bad feeling. Now, there was no need to say anything; the evidence was right in front of him. His wife of thirty years, with whom he had shared so much, had been raped and left in this state in less than a year in America, pregnant and shamefully giving birth to a child with Black genes. This humiliation was unbearable.

My mother only stayed in the home she had lived in for over thirty years for ten days before returning to America with my younger brother, who had Black ancestry. Before leaving, she finalized a divorce with my father. My father originally hoped that my mother would tell him what happened in America, then send the child away, and that she wouldn't go back to America. My mother not only refused to say anything, telling him I knew nothing about it, but she still wanted to go back to America. She knew in her heart that telling anyone wouldn't do anyone any good; given her past, she could never be forgiven. Besides, my mother had become dependent on that kind of sex toilet lifestyle, needing men to rape her every day. Now she especially craved men suckling her nipples, and would become excited whenever she breastfed the baby.

A month postpartum, my mother returned to the gas station restroom to be raped. Her newborn had been adopted by a kind couple. Because of breastfeeding, my mother's figure and genitals recovered quickly after childbirth, even becoming more shapely and fuller than before. Her breasts didn't shrink; they remained a 36E size, full of milk. Sucking on my mother's breasts quickly became an essential step. By suckling her nipples and licking her areolas, her desire was quickly and fully aroused, thus becoming an important part of foreplay before raping her. Continuous stimulation and nipple suckling also maintained her prolactin levels, keeping her breasts full and high, and producing more milk.

My mother's milky breasts attracted more men to rape her. The time she was raped at the gas station gradually increased to 10 hours a day, and later to 12 hours, from 8 am to 8 pm. Excluding a half-hour lunch break, she was gang-raped for 11.5 hours a day. If each man took 10 minutes, she served nearly 60 men daily, not including double rapes and those paid double. Because of her milk production, her fee increased to $15 per 10 minutes. Back at her apartment at night, she would serve her members as usual, increasing the number of men raping her for free to nine each night, extending the time to three hours. Thus, aside from eating, sleeping, and cleaning, my mother was repeatedly raped for nearly 15 hours a day. Almost every man who raped her suckled her breasts, but my mother's milk seemed inexhaustible.

Of course, her appetite has increased several times due to breastfeeding, requiring a lot of protein to supplement her nutrition. However, the meat commission she receives from Kevin every day is now $90, which adds up to a considerable sum each month, more than enough to improve her diet and supplement her nutrition. If we calculate based on my mother being gang-raped by 66 men every day, assuming these are regular customers and they rape her once a week, seven days a week, she alone satisfies the sexual needs of 462 men. This doesn't include Kevin, Michael, the gas station attendant, or even me. Apart from a few occasional passersby, the rest are local low-income men without regular sexual partners. Among them, about 350 are Black, about 60 are poor single international students, and the remaining 50 or so are poor people of various races and passing drivers. Therefore, it can be said that my mother is now the wife of the local poor, Black people, and poor international students.

From a traditional, conservative, virtuous wife and loving mother to a Black sex slave and a public toilet for semen, the gap seems vast, but my mother experienced it all in less than a year. From the moment she was first raped by Kevin in the bathroom, my mother developed an inextricable bond with toilets. In repeated acts of rape, my mother's voluptuous body and sexual organs were developed and utilized like never before, satisfying the sexual needs of hundreds of men—it's nothing short of a miracle.

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