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After watching the video his uncle had recorded, the son eagerly turned to look at the other screens, but the image
no longer showed the interior of a car; instead, it showed an abandoned factory. However, for some reason, there was a large stone staircase resembling a podium
in . The reason the son immediately thought it was a podium was
because there was indeed a brand-new table with a computer on it, and a large screen on the wall behind it, with a projector set
up . It was probably where the factory workers usually held meetings.

A moment later, a large, noisy group of people appeared on the screen, a bunch of hooligans with strangely
dyed hair carrying chairs. His uncle was directing them to sit in rows.

Suddenly, his mother jumped into the frame mischievously, making a face, her little tiger teeth looking incredibly cute.

"Son, are you finally awake?"

"Why are there so many people?" the son asked, puzzled.

"Them? They're all my uncle's underlings. They're here for my lessons?"

"Lessons? What do you teach them? Math? How to collect protection money?"

"Of course, I teach them how to play with women! I have a PhD in biology, you know. My uncle and
his gang have gang-raped women until their vaginas are numb. Now I'm teaching his underlings how to beat women. Hehe. Look, my cunt
is full of my uncle's offspring. My cunt can't even close up anymore."

After the mother moved further away from the camera, the son finally saw his mother's entire body. Her beautiful body was covered in filth
. Various murky liquids dried and formed crisscrossing stains on her fair skin
, but they couldn't hide the delicate skin underneath. Her swollen lower abdomen looked like she was three months pregnant.
She had written the words "public toilet" and numerous tally marks of various sizes with an oil-based pen. Her smooth, hairless vagina kept
dripping semen down to her feet.

"Hey, it's almost time. I need to shower before going up to the podium, otherwise it'll be too rude, son."

Before her son could even see clearly, his voice rang out. "Mmm."

Suddenly, a huge jet of water, like one shooting from a fire hydrant, shot out from the side,
knocking to the ground and making her roll around in the water. She was quickly washed clean, though her whole body was a little red,
probably from the force of the water jet.

After standing up, the mother noticed that semen was still dripping from her vagina, so she waved to her son.

"Son, could you get me the toilet brush and the hose?"

Her son returned shortly with two items.

"Son, could you please help me clean out what's inside? Although my husband doesn't mind me carrying his illegitimate child
, I hope he's the one who arranged for me to get pregnant. I don't want the child to not know who the biological father is. I
'll just use the hose to rinse it out."

"Mom, this...this toilet brush seems a bit big." The son looked troubled.

The mother knelt on the ground, her head touching the ground, her legs spread wide, arching her buttocks, her muddy vaginal opening and
anus directly facing the camera. She held the hose and rinsed her vagina. The cold water initially
made her shiver a few times as it entered the warm cavity, but she quickly got used to it.

"Don't you know how powerful I am? Don't treat me like a little girl!" The mother squinted her eyes, occasionally
inserting the hose into her vagina. When she couldn't take it anymore, she pulled it out and used her other hand to squeeze her lower abdomen, squeezing out
streams of water mixed with strands of semen.

The naive mother thought a toilet brush was just a regular household brush, but her son, unaware of its
purpose , searched everywhere but couldn't find one. He grabbed something shaped like a toilet brush, but
instead of plastic bristles, it had steel wire.

He held the wire brush to her half-open vagina, which was being flushed by the water, and tried inserting it. The wire was somewhat
flexible , and it went in about a third of the way. Just as the mother realized something was wrong
and turned to look, her son pushed it all the way in.

The sudden impact jolted her head back, her chest pressing against the ground, flattening her full breasts
. Her whole body convulsed, her vagina involuntarily tightening. The steel wire felt like a red-hot
iron rod piercing her body, the burning sensation causing her to contract her vaginal muscles even more.

"Damn, how is it so tight? Even after over a hundred men, it's still so tight!"

The son tried to pull it out a few times, but the wire didn't budge. Instead, the mother's legs twitched in pain.

"Ugh... ahhh, what... what is this... it hurts... it feels so good..." The mother groaned uncontrollably,
clenching her teeth.

"Mom, relax, I can't pull it out." The son
cried out .

"Idiot, you're so stupid, you can't even do something this simple right. I'll relax for a bit. Ahhh, it hurts, it hurts."

Before his mother could finish speaking, the son, unconvinced, stepped on her snow-white, perky buttocks for leverage and pulled hard.
A spray of blood spurted out and splashed onto the son's face, startling him so much that he almost dropped the brush.

"Ahhh... it feels so good..." The mother experienced a climax as the pulled-out wire rubbed against her vagina.
The stinging sensation inside her vagina told her that it must have been torn. She wanted to continue experiencing this destructive pleasure but
couldn't react for a while. Turning her head, she saw the idiot and was stunned again. She pouted and complained in dissatisfaction. "What are you standing there for
? Keep washing my little cunt clean. It's just a superficial injury, it'll be fine in a few minutes." Mom
reached behind her and pulled hard on her pink labia, creating a small opening about two centimeters in diameter.

The son saw that the cavity inside was already covered in blood, mixed with white semen, flowing continuously into the cervix, which was already half a centimeter in diameter
due to excitement. The folds were twitching violently, constantly sending more
semen into the thirsty cervix below. The son had a strong urge to put his mouth to it and suck
the fluid , but unfortunately, he was in front of the computer screen. He could only vigorously masturbate his poor little brother, hoping that
his son would scrub his wife's vagina even more thoroughly with the brush.

The son picked up the small water pipe from the ground, pressed the nozzle tightly with his fingers, and aimed at the opening and closing cervix to rinse.

"Ah, so cold, my stomach is so bloated." Mom groaned as she pulled her vagina open even wider, relaxing
her cervix to receive the jet of water.

After seeing the fluid gradually rise to the middle of her vagina, the son placed his foot on her buttocks , which resembled a full, white moon
, and thrust the steel brush into her vagina with all his might. The vaginal muscles were completely unable to stop this terrifyingly large
monster from rampaging through her. The mother could only endure the burning friction from the vaginal walls and the coldness of her uterus.
Her body trembled like a leaf, yet she still forcefully thrust her hips forward, making it easier for her son to insert and withdraw the steel brush
, violently pounding against her water-filled uterus, letting the water carry away the remaining semen and blood.

"Ahhh...so good...harder...I'm climaxing...don't stop...push it into my uterus...you
heartless beast...my cervix hurts so much...it's so numb."

Now, the mother no longer needed to open her vagina; as the steel brush was inserted and withdrawn, her vagina was forced
open wide. When the steel brush was fully inserted and hit the cervix, the squeezed water jet created
a small opening in her vagina, allowing the water from the pipe to be injected while the steel brush was being inserted.

The mother's freed hands vigorously kneaded her large, white breasts with one hand, while the other gripped the ground tightly. The white roots of her
five indicated the pain she was enduring, but her face only showed
the pleasure of orgasm and satisfaction. Her eyes were vacant as she stared at the ceiling, her tongue uncontrollably drooping at the corner of her mouth, emitting silent moans.

After relentlessly thrusting the steel brush in and out for over ten minutes, the son felt his arms were almost stiff. His mother, who was at his feet,
had urinated several times. Seeing only blood coming from her vagina, he figured he'd had enough and turned
to look at her, nearly dying of fright. His mother had fainted, her hands limply on the ground, her face deathly pale
, as if from blood loss, yet her face still held the satisfied, ecstatic look of someone who had just experienced an orgasm.

The son patted his mother's face, but she only made a soft "hmm" sound and didn't react further.
Jiahao panicked even more, but remembering his mother's strong constitution, he calmed down, turned her over
so she was lying on her back, and then raised his right leg, aiming it at the area above her cervix, and slammed it down hard. Almost instantly, his mother's
eyes widened, her upper body sprang up, and she slammed back to the ground. Another gush of blood gushed from her vagina, but
the color was much lighter than before.

"Ah...so good...I haven't felt this stimulating in ages...you did a
great
job...wake me up like this from now on...ah...my little sister hurts so much...my uterus is numb too...oh...my stomach is all purple...what if I scare them...it's all your fault, you brat."

"Mom, I can't wake you up like this." The son scratched his head sheepishly.

"Never mind, never mind, since you've made me enjoy it so much, if my husband forgives you, I'll forgive
you too. Honey, he cleaned my little cunt so thoroughly, should we forgive him?" The mother forcefully pulled apart her scarred labia in front of
the screen , her brows furrowed so deeply it was heartbreaking, as if even touching her scratched
labia caused her great pain.

"Make him clean your asshole too, then I'll forgive him."

The mother was a little surprised, thinking her son would feel sorry for her, but his serious face seemed to indicate he wasn't
joking . The mother smiled, turned over, and knelt down in front of the camera, using her fingers to pull apart her anus. "Come on, my
husband likes me having my anus scrubbed with a toilet brush. Quickly get your steel brush and scrub my rectum, scrub hard until
it bleeds, let my husband see how other men play with his wife." The mother even tilted her head to look at the screen
with a flirtatious expression, as if confessing to her husband.

The son felt like he was living in a dream. What were these two playing? Was he the one being used as a tool?
Never mind, it wasn't his wife he was playing with. He'd ruin his mother's anus too and see how this bastard would react.

The son kicked his mother over and then picked up one of her left feet and tried
to insert . But it was dry, and her anus was very small. The previous semen had dried, making it even harder for the steel brush to go in.

"Wait, wait, it hurts, rinse it." The mother hurriedly grabbed the small hose next to her and rinsed her anus, which she had spread open with her other hand
. With a "plop," the steel brush went in more than ten centimeters, and the mother cried out in pain
again , rubbing her stomach incessantly.

"Ugh... my stomach... it's going to rot... husband... he's so hard... thrusting into you... wife
ahhh ... my stomach really rots... I need to poop... I can't take it anymore... I can't hold it in... ah..." The mother
covered her face in embarrassment, screaming wildly. A large stream of light-colored blood gushed out of her vagina like a
fountain, stunning her son and his mother.

The son felt the steel brush in his hand becoming increasingly difficult, but he still forcefully inserted and withdrew it, bringing out
pool after pool of blood. There was no food waste in the blood, only semen. It seemed that for today's preparations,
the mother hadn't eaten anything except semen. As the blood became thicker, the mother's screams grew weaker and weaker.
The son saw that he had washed her enough and pulled out. Her anus remained open for a long time, gaping open with a bloody
mouth.

Mom stood up limply, then knelt down and used her hands to open two holes in the camera, saying, "Honey, I
'm clean now, but later those thugs are going to ejaculate inside me again, and
I'm going to keep it safe inside so I can have a chubby little bastard, hee hee."

"Mom, rinse it off, otherwise you'll scare them."

"Hee hee, I was so scared just now. Ah, it hurts, it's so cold, it hurts and itches, it feels like
it's slowly healing."

"Then let those guys tear it open for you."

Her son's words made Mom think about what those guys would do to her later, and she couldn't help but feel a little excited.

"Son, I'm going to change now. Son, you set up the camera over there, I want my husband to
see me get beaten up and lying on the ground unable to get up, hee hee."

Mom stood up with difficulty, her legs slightly apart, and swayed as she walked away. The camera shook and went black.
Yun Jie knew his son was moving the camera; his son lay back in the computer chair, looking completely empty. This enchanting wife
always manages to easily drain me dry.

A short while later, all the screens around the son lit up,
providing . It was indeed an abandoned factory, with various strange machine tools piled up haphazardly
against the walls, covered in dust. Not far away, there was even a somewhat old boxing ring, presumably where his uncle's gang held underground boxing matches.
His uncle's Tiger Gang was feared throughout the city, which was why the government deliberately suppressed them. Even his uncle
had been imprisoned for several years. Now, the Tiger Gang was just a ragtag bunch, with only their leader, Black Crow, and about a hundred
loyal henchmen hiding in the suburbs. The city had been taken over by another gang leader, Big Ear Five,
who, unfortunately, was his uncle's nemesis, making his life even more difficult after his release from prison.

The focus shifted back to the classroom, where a group of people were making a constant, noisy commotion, occasionally punctuated by a harsh curse.
When she came out, Mom was wearing a very formal black women's suit, with a skirt suit underneath, though shorter, and
white low-heeled sandals that concealed her delicate toes. Mom carefully adjusted the computer
until the projector screen displayed a faceless image of a nude woman, with
the location and function of each organ labeled.

After the setup was complete, Mom tapped the microphone clipped to her collar to signal the "students" to quiet
down.

"Students, today I'm going to explain the female anatomy, focusing mainly on the reproductive organs
, since that's what you're most interested in, right? After class today, remember to take good care
of your wives."

"Mom, teacher, take your clothes off! We're not really motivated!" a voice
came from below the podium, it was unclear who suggested it.

"No way, I'm a teacher now, not some prostitute you go out and play with. Look at the projector,
the woman on it is naked." Mom
felt ; she truly was irresistibly charming.

But the group persisted, rising in a chaotic commotion. Uncle glared at them, and they immediately
shrank back down obediently.

Mom looked at these dejected cowards, finding it amusing, but to maintain her teacher's image, she
held back. However, seeing the listless students, she figured they wouldn't listen without a little incentive.

"Alright, here's a little treat for you."

Mom slightly lowered the image on the computer screen, revealing the face of a woman on the screen.

A collective gasp and swallowing erupted from below. The woman on the
screen was Mom. Everyone stared in disbelief at the woman's full, white breasts, and a pair of captivatingly beautiful long legs hidden beneath the formal attire
she .

"First, let's talk about the breasts. Breasts are vital organs for female mammals to reproduce. The human breast structure
is divided into internal and external parts. It is mainly composed of mammary glands and other muscle tissues. For women,
breast care is paramount, including preventing various breast diseases and timely checkups,"
Mom explained eloquently.

"But we're not doctors, how are we supposed to examine her?" another discordant voice chimed in.

"That's a good question. How do we usually examine her? We use your favorite methods. Generally, conditions
like mastitis and breast hyperplasia will cause obvious discomfort, and you should go to
the hospital for examination immediately. However, conditions like breast cancer often develop insidiously. This requires you to regularly
and gently press on your wife's breasts, specifically the inner side of the breast near the base shown in the image. If you feel a noticeable hardness
, you should go to the hospital for examination immediately. Next, we'll invite a few volunteers to come up and demonstrate the technique."

The people below were uninterested. After all, nobody had much interest in squeezing and manipulating those silicone breasts on the table
, and being laughed at for doing it wrong. Only an idiot would go up there.

"Then I'll take a bite. You're the one next to Tiger Boss, the one who looks the strongest." Mom
still had to give her uncle some face.

"Me? Damn..." The older cousin felt a strange mix of emotions looking at his uncle's smile, a smile that seemed to be both envious
and mocking. He was sure the image of him grabbing silicone breasts would be forever recorded. Damn it,
a grown man of 1.8 meters was supposed to be sculpting silicone breasts on the podium? What would people think of him
? So unlucky! He should have taken the day off.
He to be a class. The older cousin couldn't contain his resentment, but he still smiled at his mother.
He didn't know why the eldest brother valued this teacher so much, but her figure was certainly appealing.

Just as the older cousin was about to grab the silicone breasts, his mother stopped him.

"Wait a minute, older cousin, those aren't needed today. I'll use them as teaching aids."
Xiaoying had just unbuttoned her shirt, and two large, white breasts popped out, eliciting
cheers and whistles from the crowd. The older cousin was also startled, turning to look at his eldest brother with his enigmatic smile.

"Quiet, quiet." Mom looked down and realized the microphone was missing; it had been clipped to her clothes and tossed
aside . She went over and picked up the microphone receiver, attaching the clip to her engorged nipple.

"Ouch." Mom grimaced and rubbed the base of her breast to ease the pain.

"Quiet!" The noisy classroom finally quieted down. Mom saw her older cousin standing there blankly, glancing at her
every now and then , so she took his hand and held it from top to bottom at the base of her breast.

"Hey, now you can try touching the base of my breast. How does it feel?"

"Pfft!" Her older cousin drooled, quickly wiping it away, which drew another burst of laughter from everyone. Her older cousin
turned and glared fiercely at the crowd, then fell silent again.

"It's soft and bouncy." Her older cousin, a fierce-looking rough man, now looked somewhat like a high school student.

"Then try squeezing harder."

"Okay." The older cousin squeezed hard with his four fingers together and his thumb, and his mother's huge breasts were
squeezed . Suddenly, a stream of white liquid shot out and hit the older cousin's face, leaving him stunned.

His mother was also shocked and looked at her nipple, which still had traces of human milk, in disbelief. "I
think pregnant."

"What do you mean 'seem'? You're definitely pregnant! You haven't had your period for so long and you haven't gone to the hospital? Aren't you
a biology PhD?"

The mother seemed stunned by this sudden situation, feeling a surge of irritation. She sat on
the chair covered her face, and said loudly, "How should I know? I get gang-raped until I pass out every few days. When I wake up
, I'm either going to school or being used as a toilet. I don't remember when I got my period. Even when I had my period, they
still treated me like a sex toy, ejaculating inside me and then urinating in me. I always washed myself clean with water. Who knows
how I got pregnant out of nowhere?"

The whole class erupted in commotion. The loudspeaker made the mother's words clearly audible to everyone in the classroom. Some people
had already quietly unzipped their pants and pulled out their penises.

"Teacher, are we still going to have class...?"

The mother looked up at her son on the screen next to her and stuck out her tongue apologetically.

"I'm sorry, it's inappropriate for a teacher's personal matters to disturb the students' class time. How about this, let's just consider it..."
"It's to make up for it. Can you help me express some milk, cousin? I'll teach you how."

The older cousin beamed and excitedly came over, opening his arms. Seeing his impatient look, the mother
spat, "Pervert!" "It's not with your hands. You probably won't be able to squeeze anything out with that little strength.
Go ."

The older cousin, confused, went to find two iron rods. When he returned, he saw his son on the platform,
and his mother's nipples were fitted with breast pumps.

The mother took the rods and placed them above and below the base of his breasts. "Hold onto the rods and squeeze hard.
Don't stop until my husband tells you to, okay? Let him see his wretched wife being abused, and calm him down."

The older cousin then realized that the man on the screen was his husband. Seeing his son's
urging , he hurriedly pressed both rods down and squeezed them together like his son. Instantly,
a stream of fresh milk gushed into the breast pump.

"Ahhh...it hurts...ahhh!" Mom gripped the edge of the podium tightly with both hands, her teeth
clenched , her seductive expression completely gone, replaced by a look of pain. "No...just press the base, let the stick roll
and squeeze, you idiot, it hurts so much!"

The son was startled by his mother's screams. Her large, white breasts were now bright red,
with a hint of purple. He quickly gestured for his older cousin to press the iron rods together and squeeze towards her nipples. Another large puddle of milk
was squeezed and sprayed into the breast pump.

Mom's two originally round, peach-like breasts were now split in two by the two iron rods. The delicate
breast tissue was constantly crushed and destroyed by the two rusty iron rods, yet it would still firmly recover. The entire breast was now
shaped like an eggplant, but it still stubbornly stood upright. Perhaps even Newton couldn't explain why Mom's breasts
could be so firm.

"Ugh...yes...that's it...it hurts...ah...husband...do you like me being
milked ...they're so gentle...it hurts...ah...it feels so good...it feels like a sow being...ah...
milked..."

The mother gradually adapted to the pain and began to enjoy the pleasure of having her breasts played with, constantly urging
them to squeeze harder. "Ah...harder...there's still milk in my breasts...I'll squeeze it all
out for you to drink...ah...harder...it feels so good...it hurts so much..."

The older cousin watched the woman in front of him, her eyes half-closed in a seductive way, constantly stroking her vulva with her hand. His penis
was , and he thought he was going to give her a hard time. The older cousin had the mother place her breasts on the podium,
and placed an iron rod above her breasts, squeezing them like a rolling pin, frantically squeezing her deformed breasts. Another puddle of
milk shot into the breast pump, but not as rapidly as before. The mother looked at the older cousin approvingly, licked
her tongue, and gave him a seductive wink.

The son, unwilling to accept defeat, raised his right leg, bent it, jumped slightly, and slammed his right knee hard onto the iron bar.
His entire weight pressed down on the bar, instantly compressing his mother's left breast into a thin layer of flesh,
squeezing the breast tissue towards the nipple, causing swelling around it. His mother's eyes rolled back, her mouth gaped open,
unable to a sound, and she lost control of her bladder, having reached a state of ecstasy from orgasm. The son seemed to realize he had
gone too far. He picked up the iron bar and examined his mother's breast. It took a long time for it to recover; the middle part was still sunken
, purple as if about to bleed.

After a while, his mother regained consciousness and immediately began rubbing her left breast, crying out in pain.

"You naughty son, you have no pity for me at all! You're too much! You really are my sweet little darling," the son
chuckled, scratching his head.

The mother, seeing everyone below with their erections, smiled triumphantly. "Alright, that
's the wrong example! Doing it this way will cause irreversible damage to breast tissue. So when
you 're expressing milk for your wife, you must gently squeeze slowly from the base of the breast towards the nipple. But I'm
different. I'm a teacher now, but when I'm used as a teaching tool, I'm just a lowly, filthy woman who can be
used . Do you understand?"

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