Abusive mother

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An Abused Mother's

First Glimpse of Lewdness
I am 36 years old. My husband died in a car accident two years ago, leaving a large insurance
payout to my 18-year-old son and me—enough to live comfortably for the rest of our lives. So, I contentedly stayed home as a carefree
housewife. But one day, while tidying my son's room, I discovered some novels.
"My God!" What are these?! I randomly opened a few books on my son's bookshelf, and the pages were filled with images of penises…breasts
…and vaginal fluids. Although I knew my son was a poor student,
I didn't care because the money was enough for him to live on for a lifetime. I never imagined he would waste his energy on these things. I'm determined to discipline him
when I get home, but my 18-year-old son is precocious; I probably can't physically punish him. It seems I can only try education. Education requires
understanding his mindset; perhaps reading these will be helpful.
I opened a book called "Incestuous Mother and Son," and oh my god, the explicit language made me blush. Slowly, my
vagina became hot and itchy, and my hand unconsciously reached down, digging and scratching. Since my husband's death,
I've been lonely and restless every night, and masturbation has become more and more frequent. Almost every morning, my labia and clitoris are red and swollen.
The incestuous scenes in the book made me think of my son. What was he doing and thinking while reading? He must have
been rubbing his penis, not just his dick, but the crude words made me wet even more. My son
is precocious; every morning when I wake him, I see his erect penis pushing against the blanket. Did he think of
me while reading? I think he did. No wonder his eyes are always so wild when he reads. If he knew his mother was so lewd,
would he really commit incest with me? The thought of my son's big penis penetrating my dirty, lewd vagina made my body
tense, and my waist arched violently—I was about to climax!
"I'm home!!!" Oh my god, it's already evening, and my son is home from school .
What if he sees me like this?! But the climax is coming right away. My hand 　　, as if on cue, is rubbing my swollen clitoris, which is about the size of a peanut, even harder. Hearing my son's footsteps coming up the stairs, the pleasure 　　of fearing exposure washes over me again　　. Ahh ... I could almost smell it myself. I glanced up at the large mirror at the corner of the stairs, and oh my god!!! My white house shorts were soaked with vaginal fluid , the sticky discharge from my orgasm slowly trickling down my inner thighs. My braless breasts were practically bursting out, and my tight-fitting top was completely soaked with sweat, making my still-erect nipples clearly visible , almost down to the milk ducts. 　　My face flushed even more, and I quickened my pace downstairs to the kitchen, trying to convince myself that maybe my son hadn't noticed his mother's lewd behavior. Oh God, that's right! My bra!! My bra was still in my son's room. Maybe he wouldn't find it, but how could that be! How could I face my son after behaving so lewdly ? It seems I don't need to discipline him anymore; it's me who needs to be disciplined. 　　But being naked and committing incest in front of my son was incredibly exciting, and I came again! I am such a slutty woman , a negligent mother. 　　In the chaos, I hastily prepared a meal. "...Son...eat...eat..." I truly had no face to play the role of a virtuous wife and loving mother. Hearing my son's footsteps coming downstairs, I couldn't help but look up, barely meeting his gaze. Disdain, utter disdain! My son was looking at me with contempt, like I was a shameless street prostitute, a plaything. 　　God, it's over, he must have found out. My bra, his books, the chair—there must still be my vaginal fluid on them. How can I be a mother?! Following my son's gaze, I looked down—oh no! I had forgotten to change my clothes. My bra was still uselessly stuck to my breasts, my shorts were still wet with vaginal fluid, and the stains on stretched all the way to my ankles. I hurriedly sat down, desperately trying to hide it. In my panic, I didn't see my son's mocking and playful smile. 　　Dinner felt like an eternity. I spent almost the entire evening hiding my face behind my bowl, even though I knew it exposed my large breasts to my son's view. I simply couldn't bear to face his gaze . 　　What would he think of me, his wanton mother? Would he still consider me his mother? Would he treat me the same as before ? What was he doing now? Was he staring at my breasts? Was he satisfied with them? 　　They weren't as firm as a young woman's, but they hadn't sagged, especially considering their size. Perhaps my son disliked that my nipples and areolas were too big? If he wanted to have sex with me now, what do? I probably wouldn't resist. The incestuous thrill made my juices gush out like a bursting river, probably spilling everywhere. 　　God, what was I doing? A mother fantasizing about sex in front of her son, and with her own son at that —a shameless, promiscuous woman. I kept rubbing my legs together, masturbating in front of my son, the exposure and shame overwhelmed me. Suddenly, my uterus convulsed violently. Oh God, I'm about to climax! No! My last shred of decency told me I couldn't lose face in front of my son any longer. I forced myself to distract myself, but my son's erect penis and disdainful gaze were almost too much for me to bear. "I'm done eating, 'Mom'!" Hearing my son come upstairs, I finally collapsed onto the table, overwhelmed by the long-awaited climax. I had no mind to understand what my son meant by his last "Mom." II. Abandoning Dignity 　　The sunlight woke me. Staring at the ceiling, naked, I wished yesterday's events were all a dream, but the slight pain in my genitals told me it was all so real.

Last night I masturbated almost all night. Looking at my still swollen labia minora, my
clitoris swollen like a peanut and unable to retract, and the sheets almost completely soaked, I couldn't help but smile bitterly to myself. When did I become so lewd? Or was
this just how I was born, and I just hadn't noticed it before? Why is this happening? Do I really like
incest and exhibitionism? Why can my son's disdainful look give me an orgasm? Am I a born pervert? I thought about it for a long time
, but couldn't figure it out, so I gave up! Yesterday's shorts and tank top are no longer wearable, so I just
grabbed a random nightgown and went to make breakfast!
Breakfast was ready, and it was time to wake my son. Standing at his room door again, I hesitated.
I'm still afraid to see him, afraid he'll leave me because of his disdain.
Sigh, I can only hope he forgives my momentary lapse. "Son~" I gently pushed open the door and entered.
The scene before me made me freeze. My son lay on the bed like a statue of David, the only difference being that this "David
's" penis was erect and towering. It was huge! I was even a little proud of my son now. It was probably nine inches long, as
thick as a teacup. I had only ever seen such a sight in American porn.
Composing myself, I quietly walked to my son's bedside. He was still asleep, so adorable. I couldn't let him leave
me. Following my son's cute smiling face, I couldn't help but look down. My son already had pectoral and abdominal muscles. He had really grown strong
, like a man. But what I saw next convinced me even more that he was a real man. His seven-inch-long
penis was even more astonishing up close. The glans was like an egg, already swollen and purplish-red, with prominent veins. If
this thing entered my body, I definitely wouldn't be able to handle it. My vagina has always been narrow and shallow. Even his father's four-inch penis
could enter my uterus. If it were to enter, it would definitely leak.
What was I thinking? I was actually imagining my son's penis inside my uterus! God, when I came to my senses
, I found myself straddling my son, my nose almost touching his glans.
I should leave and wake him up. Yes, I should do that, but his purplish-red glans and the strong
masculine scent mixed with urine held me firmly in place. I'm such a lewd woman, a complete pervert, actually
liking my son's penis and unable to extricate myself.
Maybe…maybe my son isn't awake yet; he usually sleeps very soundly. I slowly stuck out the
tip of my tongue and licked his glans. It was dry, but burning hot. This heat almost set me ablaze too. My fingers
rubbed , and drops of vaginal fluid were already dripping onto his bed. What would my son think if he saw this? Oh well
, whatever. Let him know his mother's true nature; he has a lewd and shameless mother! The feeling of depravity
aroused me even more, and I finally made up my mind to take my son's glans into my mouth.
Oh my god, just the glans was almost filling my mouth. To be honest, I'd never given a man oral sex before, but my
lewd nature made me quickly figure out what to do. I licked the glans in circles with my tongue, which was really difficult
because the glans almost filled my entire mouth. Sticky liquid was flowing from the urethral opening; it was a little bitter, but it
strongly stimulated my taste buds, making me almost dizzy.
My fingers moved faster and faster, my vagina got hotter and hotter, and my nipples were swollen and painful. I really wanted to go back to my room and masturbate properly
, but I couldn't bear to give up this delicious cock. Suddenly, the cock in my mouth trembled violently, and a stream
of hot, thick liquid hit my palate. My son had ejaculated! My own son had ejaculated in his mother's mouth!
This shame and incestuous stimulation brought me to another orgasm...
When I woke up, I found my son staring at me, with that contemptuous look in his eyes. My heart
skipped a beat. Did he know about my shameless act? Oh no! "Mom, are you alright? Did
n't
you sleep well last night?! How did you faint here?"
A huge weight was lifted from my heart. So he didn't know. I was about to answer him when I realized the semen
was still in my mouth, making it impossible to open my mouth. But I didn't want to swallow it, so I just nodded haphazardly. The semen
had cooled down, sticky, and had a slightly fishy smell, which was a bit nauseating, but I didn't hate it. On the contrary, the feeling of humiliation
excited me.
Lost in thought, I walked out of my son's room, carefully savoring his semen. My tongue curled up from both sides,
letting the semen slide between it and my palate, afraid that it would dissipate and I wouldn't be able to spit it out.
"Mom! Come eat!" My son pushed me to the table. Unable to refuse, I reluctantly sat down.
"Here, Mom!" he said, handing me a glass of milk. Good heavens, I almost thought he was doing it on purpose, but his
expression was so natural. I had no choice but to take the milk. The scalding milk and the slightly cold semen went down
my throat together, like swallowing someone else's phlegm. Thinking about it, I gagged. My son
only ate his food with satisfaction after seeing my expression. As for me, I had no appetite at all.
My son finally went to school, and I started cleaning the room. As usual, I cleaned his room last
. Standing at the door, I thought about what happened that morning and felt ashamed of myself. How could I have done such a thing—giving my
son oral sex and then collapsing into his groin after an orgasm?
Sigh… I opened the door and was surprised to find the room unusually tidy. Just as I was about to leave, I accidentally glanced at
my son's bed, and what I saw made me gasp.
A glaring puddle of water lay on the neatly made bed. Oh my god, it was my morning's vaginal fluid. Next to it was my
bra from yesterday. So he knew everything. Thinking of this, I felt relieved. It seemed my son wasn't
going to leave me because of my promiscuity.
There seemed to be something inside the bra. I picked it up, feeling a cool sensation in my palm. It was my son's semen.
He had masturbated with his mother's bra yesterday. Oh my god, so much! It almost filled half the bra. So this morning's
was just a drop in the ocean. Thinking of this morning's semen, my vagina involuntarily contracted a few times. Damn it, the vaginal fluid flowed out again
. I don't know how I have so much vaginal fluid. Smelling the pungent, fishy smell, I couldn't help but greedily swallow
the semen my son had left behind. This time it was really cold, disgusting, but it also made me feel ashamed and aroused.
Only after licking it clean did I turn away, satisfied. The fishy, astringent taste in my mouth gave me a strange sense of pleasure. This
was my son's semen! My son was feeding his shameless, lewd mother with his semen... Wait, there's a tape recorder under the bra...
Like a tape, and a note: "After watching the video, there's something you want under my bed..." Filled with curiosity
, I started watching the video.
Good heavens, what is this? "The Rules of Sex Slavery"! A woman wearing only an apron is serving a
child about my son's age. Why is he giving me this? Where did this damn Japanese video come from? No way,
could it be that my son wants me to do what's in the video?
Looking at the woman on TV, being humiliated and abused by her master—perhaps her master is also her son—
this thought incredibly aroused me. After watching the video, I finally knew what my son wanted me to do, because under the bed
I found a large box containing dildos of various sizes, whips, handcuffs, and many other
things I couldn't even imagine what they were for.
What should I do? I am a mother, but a lewd mother, and a mother whose lewd nature has been discovered by my son
. Thinking of his contemptuous and mocking eyes, I know that in his eyes I am no longer a mother
. But it was a woman, a shameless, lewd woman waiting to be played with, son! I knew what to do.
I would abandon my maternal dignity, follow my own lewd nature, and become my son's sex slave. Son, I will use
my cunt, my breasts, my mouth, everything I have to satisfy you.
Having made up my mind, I felt much more relaxed and happy. I took off my clothes and picked up the maid's uniform from the box
. It seemed to be a size too small. The top made my breasts stand up high and high. Although I was a little short of breath,
the feeling of returning to my youth excited me. The small apron barely covered my thick pubic hair, making
me almost afraid to move. My completely naked back and buttocks were exposed to the air. This wanton feeling made me tremble. Oh, right
, there was one more important thing. I picked out the smallest penis from the box and inserted it into my cunt. Even though I was already overflowing with
lust , it still made me gasp. This smallest one was still 4 inches long. My vagina is shallow, and it almost reached
my cervix.
I took two deep breaths and slowly walked towards the door. I wasn't used to having something so big inside my vagina; it felt like
my legs could barely stay together. I couldn't ignore the large thing inside my vagina because of the excessive vaginal fluid.
With each step, the dildo would slip out a bit, and I had to contract my anus to pull it back in, like I was
masturbating myself. Every time the dildo reached my cervix, my heart skipped a beat.
The mirror in the hallway startled me. A middle-aged woman, her eyes filled with desire,
wore a tight black top that accentuated her enormous breasts. I never imagined my breasts were so amazing. A flat stomach, a black
dildo peeking out from under a black skirt with white trim, its length changing with my breath.
Two glistening trails of fluid flowed from the inside of her long, snow-white legs. Was this me? I never thought I could be so beautiful. It seemed I
was truly suited to be a wanton woman.
In the midst of continuous orgasms, I miraculously managed to safely make dinner—a true miracle. Sitting at the table, I simply didn't
have the strength to stand up. Looking at the wetness that streamed down my legs, as if I'd just emerged from water, oh my god, a glistening trail of semen was left on the floor where I'd
walked What if my son saw this? But I really didn't have the strength
to clean it up. Let it be, let my son see how lewd his mother is.
Hearing the garage door open, I knew my son was home. Suddenly, I remembered my current identity: I
was my son's sex slave. How could I not greet my master? So I struggled to my feet and walked with difficulty
to the door. Then I heard the key unlock the door. I hurriedly knelt down. I didn't know why I did this, but
I thought maybe my son would prefer his mother like this.
Kneeling down, I realized how pathetic I'd made myself. Because of the sudden kneeling, the dildo slipped out
more from my vagina, the semen making it black and shiny, a grotesque and obscene sight against my snow-white thighs
. "Not bad, you slutty mom, you're learning pretty fast!"
My son slowly squatted down in front of me, lifting my chin with his hand, forcing me to look him in the eye
. Was this still the way a son looked at his mother?! I knew from this moment on, I had truly lost my identity as a mother, and a new life had been born
—my son's sex slave.
"You look really beautiful today, but what are you doing now?" My son's words left me at a loss
, as if I had deliberately dressed up like this to seduce him. Sigh, wasn't that right? I was so lewd,
it was only natural that my son looked down on me.
"Son, forgive me, your mother is a lewd woman, unworthy to be your mother. From today onwards,
I am your… sex slave." "Isn't that inappropriate? You're my mother, how can you possibly
listen to what I say?" "Then…" I didn't know what to do. "Maybe you can give me a guarantee or something…!"
My son led me step by step, the embarrassment making me lose the ability to think. I was eager to escape this situation and get my son
to accept the new me.
"Okay, but how do we do it?" "You can come with me if you want." My son got up and
walked towards his room without looking back. I tried to stand up and follow, but my legs wouldn't obey me. Gritting my teeth, I
could only crawl upstairs like a dog, using both hands and feet. Listening to the dripping sound of my juices on the floor, looking at
my snow-white buttocks in the mirror, my swollen, red, and rubbing labia holding that thick, shiny black penis, my wanton
self made me almost feel like I should just die. Thinking about the unknown fate that awaited me, I felt somewhat lost, but this
feeling of being controlled also excited me.
I was almost upstairs. Although it was just a short flight of stairs, today it tormented me along with the penis in my vagina,
as if it would never end. But I was about to climax again. I didn't know how many times this had happened. My vagina, which had been
starved was finally filled today, and I felt so good. My breathing became more and more rapid. I hoped that I could
climax again when I got upstairs, at least so I wouldn't fall.
"Hi!" my son said, looking at me. But there was a running V8 computer between us. Good heavens,
was this what he wanted?! "Mom, can you tell me why you're dressed like this? Are you trying to seduce your son
?" I had no choice but to go all in!
"Yes, Mom is seducing you because Mom is actually a slutty woman. From now on, I'm no longer..."
"Your mother, I belong to you now, everything I have is yours, you are my master, I will
obey your commands unconditionally. Please give me this chance, please accept your perverted mother's vile demands." Humiliated
tears dripped onto the floor, while scalding vaginal fluid also dripped from her soaked pubic hair.
"How do I know you're doing this willingly, my dear mother?" God, is this torment not over yet?! The
humiliation and the flashing images pushed me to the peak of pleasure. With my last strength, I climbed onto the second-floor floor. "
Look, son, this is your mother's guarantee of loyalty!"
Without hesitation, I rolled up my skirt, completely exposing my most intimate parts to my son and the camera. I
spread my legs wide, and a violent spasm of uterine contractions sent a gush of hot liquid spurting from my vagina, even
pushing out the large dildo, which arced through the air in a bright parabola. At the same time, immense pleasure filled my
brain, and a thought flashed through my mind before I fainted: "I lost control of my bladder in front of my son…"
In
my dream, the familiar pleasure returned from my vagina, wave after wave, while my breasts throbbed with intense
pain, as if my nipples were being pulled off. Slowly opening my eyes, I found myself in a long-abandoned basement
.
No wonder my limbs felt bound; my hands were tied behind my back, my calves and thighs were folded together,
and the three ropes binding my hands and feet were tied to a ring, leaving me hanging face down in mid-air. The pleasure in my vagina
came from an electric dildo. I guessed it was much bigger than the previous one because it was constantly rubbing against my cervix
. Even though it was hanging down, the pleasure it gave me still made me twitch and tremble. But with each movement,
my breasts would ache terribly. I really didn't know what my son had done to him, or where he was!
"Awake?!" My son appeared in the doorway like a ghost. "My slutty mom, your pussy feels good now,
right? Do you know what this is?" My son held up a transparent disposable cup filled with a slightly
cloudy, sticky liquid. I shook my head in confusion, indicating my bewilderment.
"Mom, this is your own vaginal fluid! Haha!" My God, I had never seen so much vaginal fluid before, and it
was my own. Although I knew I had a lot of vaginal fluid yesterday, I didn't expect it to be so considerable when collected.
"You must be thirsty after so many orgasms. Here, drink this. From now on, this will be your morning tea." My son
picked up a straw and inserted it into the cup. I knew it was inevitable, so I resignedly opened my mouth, took the straw in, and slowly
sucked my own vaginal fluid. It wasn't bad. Having had the experience of consuming semen, I naturally finished the fluid in the cup. I
wasn't embarrassed anymore; I had completely abandoned my self-respect in front of my son.
"Alright, I have to go to school now," my son said, looking at me with satisfaction. He lowered me to his waist level, already
knowing what to do. I had been waiting for this moment. To be honest, I was really looking forward to it. "What are you waiting for
? Don't you have any slave instincts at all?
Use your mouth to unzip it!" I stuck out my tongue and licked the zipper. The cold, metallic taste gave me
a feeling of slavery. The zipper was open, and my son wasn't wearing underwear. But because his precious cock was
so big, even with the zipper open, it still couldn't be released. I had no idea what to do. All I could think about was
quickly tasting my son's delicious big cock and letting it fill my filthy mouth. I stretched out my tongue to try and lick
the cock still in his pants, but how could I possibly exert any strength while hanging in mid-air? I saw a lewd middle-aged
woman hanging naked in the air, a screeching sound coming from her cunt. She was trying hard to stick out her tongue to chase a huge
cock, her own son's cock. What an obscene scene!
"Haha..." My son laughed wildly at my clumsy movements. "Give it to me, please, Master,
let your lowly slave, your slutty mother, eat your big cock! Please..." I was consumed by lust and had
lost my mind; carnal desire was the most important thing to me now. "Alright, here you go, dear mother, give your son's big
cock , let me see your oral skills."
With that, he unbuttoned his jeans, and instantly, my son's huge cock, which I had been dreaming of, slammed into my
face. Of course, I didn't hesitate to take that huge glans into my mouth. It tasted so good; the strong masculine scent made me feel
that being a woman was wonderful. At this moment, my son suddenly grabbed my hair without warning, abruptly stopped, and his 9-inch
cock was completely pushed into my throat. Oh my god, I almost suffocated, and even felt this terrifying weapon
enter my stomach.
But my son forcefully kept my mouth and throat at the same level, so it wasn't difficult. It
was just that every time my son pulled in and out, his big glans would dangle from the back of my tongue, making me feel nauseous. My son fucked my mouth
for a full five minutes, and I think it must have been really good for him, because he was already moaning with pleasure. Just when I
thought everything would continue like this until it was over, my son suddenly stopped. "Maybe... we can
do something else, I think you'll like it, because it will make you look even more depraved."
As he spoke, he pulled his large penis out of my throat, now covered in my saliva, the friction and my sucking
making it even thicker, bigger, and redder. You have to understand, my son is only 18 years old. I don't even dare
to imagine what he'll be like in the future, but so far he hasn't used his big penis to teach his slutty mother a lesson, which is somewhat disappointing
.
Just as I was lost in thought, my son grabbed my shoulders and swayed me backward forcefully. "Swaying your little mouth, do you like
it?" I knew I wouldn't be able to answer in time, because my son's erect penis was getting bigger and bigger in front of me. I
could only forcefully tilt my head back and open my mouth wide, hoping that my teeth wouldn't hurt my son's precious thing, my future
source of pleasure .
"Ugh!" With the force of the momentum, I quickly swallowed my son's big penis whole. I really
admire myself; my endurance and flexibility are really strong.
My lower lip even touched my son's scrotum, which means I put a whole 9-inch penis completely into my mouth
. You know, I only had oral sex for the first time yesterday. It seems I really am suited to be a sex slave. Although my mouth was swollen
and my throat felt like it was on fire, the feeling of being played with and dominated was also very exciting. Besides, I was sucking
my son's penis. How many mothers can understand this?
After about 30 thrusts, just when I thought my neck was about to cramp, my son grabbed me. Seeing his
flushed face, I knew he was about to ejaculate. He steadied me, slapping
my cheeks hard with his large penis, then frantically fucking my mouth. A few thrusts later, I felt it twitch in my mouth—it was coming
!
I excitedly awaited this moment. "Oh!~..." With a roar from my son, three thick streams of semen
poured into my mouth. Good heavens, so much! The taste seemed much better today, not as nauseating as yesterday . Upon closer tasting
, there was even a hint of sweetness amidst the fishy smell. I think I've fallen in love with my son's semen.

"Don't swallow or spit it out," my son's cold voice pulled me back to reality. "Keep it in
your mouth until I come back! Take one pill each morning and evening.
Don't touch anything on your body. Today's clothes are under my bed." With that, he untied the ropes binding me, threw down an unlabeled bottle
of pills, and turned to leave the basement. I think I was probably hung up all night, because when I was put down,
I could barely feel my limbs. With my son's semen still inside me, my vagina was still throbbing,
waves of tingling pleasure washing over me. It felt like something was pressing down on me. I struggled to turn over,
and that's when I realized what was causing my breast pain: two 7-inch-long, completely black dildos
were clipped to my nipples with clothespins. My already dark nipples were now a dark reddish-black.
I lay there for about 20 minutes, my own body soaked with my own fluids, before I regained the ability to walk. I
decided to get back to the room as soon as possible to see if my son had prepared anything for me, but after searching the basement for ages, I realized there
was nothing to cover myself with.
Good heavens, to get from the basement to the room I had to cross the yard, and outside the yard was the road! Good heavens, was I going to be naked and
exposed to the elements? What if the neighbors or passersby saw me? Besides, the two large penises on my chest
felt like they were going to tear my nipples off if I moved them. And the vibrating dildo in my vagina left me weak all over.
I had no choice but to go back. I gently opened the door with one hand, the other supporting the penises on my chest. Luckily, it was still early, and
no one was on the street.
I released the penises and rushed towards the door. The penises on my breasts caused a slight, stinging pain, but it couldn't mask
the pleasure from the friction and vibration of the vibrating dildo between my legs. The pleasure and fear of exposure made my senses incredibly acute
. Finally, I reached the door and breathed a huge sigh of relief. But when I tried to open the door, my heart sank to
ice. God, my son had locked the door. I tried to move the handle with all my might, hoping it was all a
lie.
But apart from the clicking sound of the handle, the door remained unresponsive. I knelt on the ground in frustration, only to find
a note under the door: "Mom, what does it feel like to have the sun shining on your butt? Show off your cunt, it looks
like it hasn't dried for two days.
Oh, and if it's in the crack above the door, grab it yourself~" I really couldn't fulfill my son's request
because I heard the voices of several housewives chatting in the distance.
I stared at the key above my head, but no matter how high I stood, I couldn't reach it; it seemed I could only get it by jumping.
I gritted my teeth; the sounds in the distance were getting closer, I had to take a gamble! Once, twice, three times… the black dildo on
my chest swayed back and forth, my breasts swayed left and right with it, and the vibrating dildo in my cunt…
The vibrating dildo was already pressing against
I couldn't take it anymore; the laughter and chatter were getting closer. They would see!
This thought only fueled my excitement.
My lewd nature was about to become public knowledge; my reputation was about to be ruined. No, I had to try again
! Clang! I finally managed to pull the dildo down, ignoring the stimulation coming from different parts of my body. I hurriedly opened the door, and
behind me, I heard soft footsteps. Had
they seen me? What would they think if they did? I leaned against the door and collapsed to the ground. The pleasure of exposure drove me almost mad
. I kneaded my breasts hard with both hands, spread my legs wide, brought my knees together, leaned forward
, and forced the vibrating dildo inside my vagina. Oh God, it really entered my uterus! The orgasm
came as expected!
I was gradually getting used to the pleasure of orgasm; I wouldn't faint anymore. But the vibrating dildo inside...
The frenzied churning inside
When I was able to get up, the mat in the corridor was soaked through, wet with sweat, but mostly with the lustful
fluids flowing from my vagina.
Pulling the vibrator out of my uterus was a difficult move, because the pleasure was so intense
. As the vibrator was pulled out, the lustful fluids gushed out even more, running down my hands and elbows, almost enough
to wash my hands. I smiled helplessly; I really couldn't control my own body. Should I thank it for the pleasure it brought me,
or curse its lewdness? I should go see what my son had prepared for me.
I dragged out yesterday's suitcase—a white leather outfit. Just looking at the small amount of fabric, I already knew
what for. I changed into it; whatever my son asked for was my command.
The top was more like a vest, except that there were two large, retractable holes at the breast area, covering my breasts...
My breasts were lifted high again, and even with two long, dark dildos still attached to my nipples, they
hurt even more.
I was wearing long pants that were tight against my body, with an opening at my vulva. The taut leather constricted my labia
majora, making my clitoris, with the vibrating dildo inserted, even more prominent. But what bothered me most was the way the pants covered my anus.
A three-inch-long, two-finger-thick dildo appeared on my buttocks
and a small, bean-sized opening at the urethral opening. It seemed my anus was about to be "trained."
Inexperienced, I assumed it was inserted like a regular dildo. I forcefully spread my anus, trying to
sit the head of the dildo inside. My anal muscles were tightly contracted, and I couldn't get it in. I was sweating profusely, still
unable to get it right . How could I be a good sex slave to my son like this? I felt a surge of self-reproach for my incompetence. I gritted my teeth,
closed my eyes, and forcefully sat down. "Ah…!" I cried out involuntarily. The entire glans of the dildo had gone in.
My poor little anus must be torn. I touched it fearfully, thankfully it was okay.
But my usually wrinkled anus was now round, almost indistinguishable from my buttocks.
It was funny to think that my once smooth buttocks suddenly had a pillar sticking out. Everything is difficult at the beginning. The dildo went in a little, and then
the rest slowly squeezed into my rectum. It felt like I had to poop, as if I was about
to pass out if I didn't push. Every time the dildo went in a little, my anal muscles contracted, squeezing it tightly.
I don't know what anal sex feels like for other women, but I actually enjoyed the process, I actually felt pleasure.
When I had the whole dildo inserted into my rectum, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Pulling up my pants, I realized I
couldn't move at all. The vibrating dildo in my vagina and the dildo in my rectum seemed to be stuck together, both dildos
vibrating together. I had never felt so completely full before. Being a slutty woman is so wonderful!
I tried my best to close my legs, to walk more gracefully. Now I'm more willing to look in the mirror than before, to see
the woman in the mirror, becoming more and more depraved each day, yet radiating a wicked and seductive charm.
Look, in the mirror, a white bodysuit makes my petite frame appear much longer, a pair of
large, shiny black penises swaying beneath my high breasts, a dazzling contrast to the white surroundings. My pubic hair and the vibrating dildo protruding from my body
reveal my wanton nature. Who would know that I still have my son's semen in my mouth and a large penis inserted into my anus?
I like myself now. Oh right, I still need to take my pills. I don't know what they're for, but my son's orders
require me to obey. I know they'll give me even more pleasure; the pursuit of sexual release is my only purpose in life now
. But I still have my son's semen in my mouth, how can I take the pills? I'll just spit it out, take the pills, and then keep them in my mouth.
I didn't know it was medicine. After taking it, I could only feel the direction and frequency of the two penises vibrating vividly in my vagina and rectum. My breasts
clearly distinguished between the pleasure and pain of being pulled, but it didn't seem to hurt as much as before, allowing me to fully enjoy
the pleasure of being tortured.
I had never made a meal so difficult before. I spent almost the entire time in the pleasure of orgasm. My fingers were cut in
many places, but I couldn't feel the pain at all. My brain was completely dominated by the pleasure from my vagina and rectum. By the
time dinner was ready, I was already collapsed at the table from a series of orgasms.
The sound of my son opening the garage door pulled me back from my unreal world of desire. The electric dildo in my vagina
was probably out of power, only trembling slightly. It was time to get up and greet my son, my master. My supporting hand slipped, and I fell to the floor again
, my large breasts slapping against the ground with a loud thud. It turned out that the continuous orgasms had left me completely soaked in
a large puddle of vaginal fluid. I was sure I had an endless supply of vaginal fluid.
Dragging a long trail of water, I finally made it to the door. "Master! You're back. Your sex slave mom
missed you so much." {I said such shameless words so naturally. I couldn't believe that it had only
been three days since the beginning. It seemed I was a born sex slave.
} "Take off my shoes!" As I obediently knelt down and respectfully extended my hands, my son
slapped my large breasts hard, leaving a red handprint. The two black dildos hanging in front of my chest flew
high. What had I done wrong to deserve this punishment from my son, my master? I looked at my master in confusion.
"Your hands are only fit to play with your cunt, use your mouth!" So I was this lowly. Well, I was always
a sex slave without dignity. My task was to carry out my son's orders.
So I crawled on the ground like a dog, my buttocks raised high. The two dildos seemed to penetrate even deeper into my body
, and my swaying breasts became huge cones under the pull of the dildos.
To untie the shoelaces while avoiding the semen in my mouth, I had to grit my teeth and pull the shoelaces with my lips.
Then I stuck them in my son's heel, and a sweaty smell rushed into my nostrils, but I didn't hate it
. I liked any smell of my son. Finally, I used my nose to slowly push my son's shoe off. "I didn't expect
you to be so talented. You're a born slave! Today I'm going to reward you properly,"
my son said with a smug smile. I also felt a sense of happiness.
Throughout the entire dinner, my son didn't make a move, and I grew more and more impatient, finishing my dinner absentmindedly
. "Mom, call the teacher." My son handed me the phone. Based on past experience, he must
have gotten into trouble at school again. "What have you done now?!"
I was a little angry, and I remembered my role as a mother. "Ah!" My son suddenly grabbed the dildo hanging from my nipple
, and the pain made me fall at his feet. "Have you forgotten who you are, you lowly, lewd slut!"
I came to my senses again. What right did I have to educate my son now? I should be receiving
sex education from him.
"Master, please forgive this ignorant slave girl. Please punish my disrespect."
"Make the call first."
"Yes, Master." I took the phone, and my son dialed the teacher's number.
"Hello, who is this?" A soft male voice came from the receiver.
"Hello, I'm Gao Jie's mother. I heard you have something to say to me." At this moment, my son pressed my head down, and I obediently
lay face down on the phone table at a 90-degree angle. Then he spread my legs. What was he going to do? "Hello, my surname is Chen.
I've wanted to talk to you about Gao Jie for a long time. These past few days..." Suddenly, with a loud "pop," the vibrating dildo
was pulled out of my vagina. The sound was so loud it was like opening a champagne. Without even looking, I knew a lot of vaginal fluid
was gushing out, because my previously swollen uterus felt much lighter.
Just as I was feeling a little frustrated by the sudden emptiness in my vagina after a day, something hot and huge
thrust into my vagina with a "plop." I couldn't help but let out a "ah." I was such a happy woman. My son's
big cock was finally going to fill my source of lust. He was finally using his big cock to teach his lustful mother a lesson.
Was this his reward?
The violent thrusting almost pierced me. I thought my uterus was going to be pulled out. My entire vagina was
moving in and out with the thrusting. I knew that from now on, I would sacrifice everything to earn my son's reward. "Are you alright?!
"
Teacher Chen's voice brought me back to my senses. Of course, I wouldn't tell him that I was being wildly fucked by my son's big cock.
"It's nothing... um... it's nothing, it's just... I... I've recently... a little... a little cold, you
said... your... ah..." My son seemed to be deliberately thrusting his huge penis all the way in, my God
, it felt like his huge penis was going to pierce through my throat. I bit my lip tightly, I couldn't hear
what Teacher Chen was saying anymore.
"I was just unconsciously agreeing, but rather than agreeing, it was more like
the nasal sounds that came out with my son's thrusting, "Um... um... ah..." My son is really excellent, he really knows how to fuck, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes deep,
sometimes shallow, manipulating his huge penis, I never knew a woman could be so happy, would Teacher Chen recognize that this was my
moaning? But I couldn't care less anymore, my son's huge penis never withdrew from my uterus,
the big glans kept rubbing against my uterine wall, I, who am naturally lewd, reached an unprecedented
orgasm after being fucked for less than 20 times, "
Ah...!" "During my climax, I fainted again, followed by an endless stream of pleasure emanating from my vagina
.
When I woke up, I found myself hanging in the basement just like I had that morning. The only difference was that there was no
vibrating dildo inside my vagina; instead, my labia minora were experiencing a painful yet pleasurable sensation. My son was fiddling
with something by the sink. 'Awake? My slutty mom?' he said, turning around with a 500cc
syringe in his hand, filled with a clear, sticky fluid drawn from a small basin. No way, it looks so familiar. Could that
basin be all my vaginal fluid?
How many times did I climax?" This thought made me lower my head in embarrassment. My son seemed to have read my mind. "
That's right , dear Mom, this is all your vaginal fluid. Quite a lot, isn't it? You really put me in a difficult position just now,
making such lewd moans in front of my teacher. Every time I pulled, a large gush of fluid was squeezed out. I was afraid your fluid
would flood the house, so I had to use something to catch it. There's still a lot left in the living room!"
My son's words made me even more ashamed. I was truly a lewd slut. If Teacher Chen recognized my
moans , how would my son be able to face his family at school?
At this moment, without warning, my son inserted a syringe into the dildo in my anus. It turned out that
the small opening in the dildo could be pushed open from the outside, while the inside remained tightly closed due to the pressure of the rectum. "Ah..." I let out a soft cry.
I had already expected this outcome. How could my son give up on developing another hole in me that could bring him pleasure?
Of course, I wouldn't object, because I am one of the few women who can truly experience pleasure from anal sex. Using everything I have
to serve my son is what a sex slave mother should do, isn't it? The cool, erotic sensation made me
cry out. As the fluid was poured down my throat, my stomach swelled, the bloating and coolness causing me
to writhe in pain. "What does it feel like, my little slave?" Master, good master, your lowly slave mother is in so much pain
.
"I know the more lewd I say, the more my son likes it. Sure enough, son looks at me smugly." Where does it hurt?
What can I do to help you, my dear mother? My asshole, my asshole, my lowly slave's asshole is about to burst, please let mother
release it, okay? Please, your sex slave mother is willing to do anything. "Of course, but you have to
satisfy me first, what do you say? Fuck me, fuck my cunt, my cunt is always ready to be
fucked by my son's big cock."
"The juices in my belly are gurgling, making me abandon my last shred of shame.
I'll say whatever's lewd I want, hoping my son will release his desires soon so I can be freed from this hellish torment."
You're such a slut, actually asking your own son to fuck you, a born sex slave. "As he spoke, he pulled out his nine-inch
cock and thrust it into my cunt. Although my juices have never dried, my son's cock is so big and thick
. Besides, my vagina is already narrow and shallow, and the juices in my rectum are pressing against it. My son's insertion actually
made me feel like I was losing my virginity. "Ah~~ Son, your cock is so big, Mommy's cunt is about to burst
!"
"Mommy, your vagina is top-notch, so narrow and shallow, almost every man can make you orgasm
. You're a slut who lives for sex." My son's words and the constant thrusting of his penis made me truly understand that
I live for sex. Indeed, everything about my body is so suitable for sex and being abused.
"Ah...son...your cock is so hard and big...oh my god...mmm...you're going to fuck Mom to death
...be gentle...your big cock is going to burst my uterus, Mom still needs to feed you when you give birth...ah...okay...again...
fuck Mom harder!..." God, please let me experience the climax of sex!
In the huge basement, besides the splashing sound of my son's big cock going in and out of my vagina, there were only my son and I
moaning and groaning.
My son's cock was really amazing, although it was so big that it almost made me breathless, but
what more could a woman ask for than to have such a cock fuck her in her lifetime? After one climax, there was another. The second time I was fucked by my son's big cock, because of the enema, I had even more pleasure
than the first time . 　　But why, despite these intense orgasms, did I not faint as before? Instead, I remained conscious, enjoying each thrust of the large penis into my vagina. The mixture in my rectum churned within my vagina, creating a throbbing, pleasurable sensation. I had never felt so sensitive before, able to perceive every subtle pleasure both externally and internally. Yet, I had lost the capacity for thought; all my words and actions were merely instinctive reactions of the flesh. 　　Therefore, every word I uttered was the most truthful, every action the most desperately needed from my heart. 　　"What are we doing... Mom?" 　　"We... are... fucking." 　　"You... with whom?" " 　　I... with... my own... biological son." 　　"What's that sound... me, you slutty mom?" "It's... my son's... big penis... fucking... my cunt." 　　"How... do you feel now?" " 　　My son's... big penis... fucks... 　　me so good, I... keep... having orgasms, thank you... my son's... big penis." A middle-aged woman, hanging upside down in a triangle shape, her eyes slightly open, uttered a series of lewd sounds.

A series of lewd moans escaped her nose, her incessant groans keeping her mouth almost constantly shut,
long trails of vaginal fluid trailing from the corners of her lips.
Her 36-inch breasts were stretched into cone shapes by two large penises, her legs spread wide apart, and a young man was forcefully
pinching her buttocks and fucking her relentlessly. If anyone could see this, I believe even an impotent man would get hard.
"Ah... I'm coming, Mom! I'm going to cum inside your womb!" "Come on... um... cum inside Mom
's... womb, let this lewd mother... have another daughter... for you to fuck!" "Ahhhhh!" My son and I
cried out at the same time. I felt my son's large penis instantly swell even more. My son desperately
pushed his large penis into my vagina, as if he wouldn't feel at ease until he inserted his testicles as well. My 9-inch penis was already
too much , and now I was being fucked so hard that my eyes kept rolling back. My son's huge penis trembled violently a few times inside my uterus
, and a stream of scalding
semen burned my uterine wall... 　　A month passed in the blink of an eye amidst my endless incestuous sex with my son. During this time, I returned to the happy little woman I used to be. During the day, I lived like an ordinary mother, shuttling . At night, I enjoyed joyful incestuous nights with my son. We tried every possible sexual position. Now I've become accustomed to the rape of my son's huge penis, skillfully performing oral sex on him. Only my anus is still uncooperative, unable to provide him with pleasure. However, I think I'm probably a qualified sex slave now. 　　But recently, my son hasn't abused me except for penetrating my vagina with his penis, which makes me somewhat disappointed. I long for more varied ways of playing with and abusing me, so that I can experience the pleasure of orgasm both physically and mentally. Actually, I already have my son's rare, large penis; what more could I ask for? 　　My son's medicine, I don't know where it came from, is truly amazing. For a month now, I've had at least ten orgasms almost every night when I'm having sex with him. Not only do I not experience pain the next day, but each orgasm is more than the last , and my vagina hasn't become loose because of my son's big penis. 　　I only sleep three or four hours a day and still feel incredibly energetic. What amazes me most is that my nipples and labia minora, which had accumulated a lot of melanin due to age, have started to turn rosy, and my skin is becoming increasingly fair. Everything makes me feel like I'm more than ten years younger, back in my high school days, except that I now have 36D breasts and a 32E hip circumference. 　　Everything is so perfect. The only thing that worries me is that my pain sensitivity has become noticeably dulled. I only notice accidental cuts when they bleed. I don't know what this will cause me, but in my pursuit of sexual pleasure , I quickly stop caring. Maybe it's just my imagination. 　　It was a morning that seemed no different from any other for me. "Mom," my son, dressed in his school uniform, appeared before me. It had been a long time since I'd heard him call me that. Slut, whore—those were the names that came to mind. "Get dressed , will you take me to school?" 　　Although I didn't understand his purpose, I followed him into my room out of habit. I thought he would pick out some of my new, revealing clothes, but to my surprise, he chose a light blue, tight-fitting , sleeveless turtleneck sweater and a brown skirt. And, incredibly, he made me wear underwear. Although it was a see-through, sexy outfit, knowing I couldn't enjoy the thrill of exposure made me somewhat disappointed. "Is that all? " I asked unwillingly. My son didn't seem to notice my disappointment and longing. "Hurry up, we're running late," he urged impatiently. 　　Perhaps he didn't want his classmates to know he had a lewd mother. Reluctantly, I changed my clothes. Having been a devoted wife and mother for so long , aside from a misty eye and a hint of spring in my smile, I almost thought I'd returned to the past. 　　Urged on by my son, we left home early. "Aren't we driving?" I asked curiously. "Oh no , we'll take the bus today." Whatever, the slave goes with the master. 　　It had been a long time since I'd taken the bus, and I was surprised to see so many people. Probably because it was so early, the bus was almost entirely filled with students. My son pulled me to the back of the bus. "Hey, good morning, guys!" My son excitedly greeted four people in matching school uniforms, but I noticed their eyes were almost all on me. Turns out, even in pajamas , I'm so attractive. My son pulled me close. "This is my mom." "Hello, Auntie!" the four boys greeted me simultaneously. I politely responded and then quietly listened to my son's conversation with his classmates. As the bus started moving, I found myself surrounded by my son and his classmates. Since I'm not very tall, only about 1.5 meters ... 　　They were all at least 175cm tall, and I couldn't see the people on the outer ring at all, nor could they see me. I don't know when, but my son was already standing behind me; I could only reach the overhead rings with all my might. Then, a cold hand reached inside my shirt and unhooked my bra. Was my son going to expose me in front of his classmates? How wonderful! The exposure I'd been waiting for had finally arrived; this feeling of being humiliated felt so good. 　　The bra moved slowly through my sweater, so obviously, that I had to loosen my grip on the rings and lean against my son's firm chest. My right hand gripped his pants, while my left hand nervously covered my breasts. My nipples , stimulated by the sweater and the fear of exposure, quickly became engorged and erect. 　　Two faintly visible grapes appeared on my high mounds of flesh. Would they see? Was this what my son wanted ? The tall, thin man with thick blond hair to my right winked at my son, who then put a pair of earphones in my ears. "Want to listen to some music?" But I didn't hear a sound! "Are you really alright?" the bespectacled, chubby man on the left asked cautiously. His son seemed to nod behind him. "Wow, boss, you're amazing ! You even managed to handle Auntie!" the young, gray-haired man opposite said admiringly. "Boss, you're so lucky! You can fuck her whenever you want, do whatever you want with her!" 　　Another 190cm tall hulking man roared, "Yeah, Auntie is so beautiful and sexy, even prettier than our girls, not to mention she's become my son's sex slave. Just thinking about it makes me hard!" The blond man licked his lips . "Boss, my drug works well, right? It's helped a lot with training Auntie, hasn't it?!"

A bespectacled fat man on the right asked, "Damn, stop talking about your lousy drug! How come there's no change? My
mom is incredibly slutty, she doesn't need any training, she'll do anything, she's a natural sex slave." "
Oh~~" everyone exclaimed in surprise. Actually, even I didn't expect myself to be such an excellent sex tool
. "Impossible!
" the bespectacled fat man protested loudly. "The drug's effects are subtle. It can enhance a woman's
sensitivity to her sexual organs and skin, making her feel better during sex; it reduces the slave's pain, making it easier to abuse; most importantly, it
can increase the elasticity of a woman's muscles and speed up metabolism tenfold, meaning it makes a woman's vagina and breasts more elastic
, so they won't loosen or prolong orgasm time, and recovery is faster. You can use it all day long, no need to worry about the sex
slave not being able to handle it..." the fat man argued, acting like an expert. "We'll wait and see."
My son's conversation with his classmate had already made me blush. Oh my god, they knew everything!
How could I face anyone after this? But what dignity did I have left in front of them? My nipples were swollen,
my vulva was already wet, and what's more, I actually hoped to hear more insults from their mouths, and wanted to
act even more wanton in front of them. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but rub my throbbing nipples with my hands.
"Hey, boss, when are we going to see it?" the blond thief asked slyly. "
We're brothers for life. She's not my mother anymore. She's my woman now, my sex slave.
Of course, I'll share good things with my brother!"
Oh my god, my son was probably somewhat prepared to share me with his brother, so I didn't
feel too much shame or pain. On the contrary, I was even thinking that I had four more dicks fucking me! I
squeezed my legs together tightly, afraid that my overflowing juices would spill out. "When?!
Boss! I've been masturbating to Auntie every day for the past few days." The big guy asked impatiently. "Boss, Auntie's
in heat!!" Fatty noticed my embarrassment. Besides my son, eight burning eyes were fixed on my big breasts
, my nipples were almost bursting from the heat! Overwhelmed by shameful pleasure, I finally couldn't hold back the lustful fluid in my vagina, it
gushed out like a tide. "Look, the lustful fluid is actually flowing down!"
The white-haired guy exclaimed, his gaze shifting to my thighs again. There was nothing I could do, I was naturally very wet, and after holding back
for so long, I could only watch helplessly as my glistening lustful fluid slowly flowed down my
inner thighs. "Damn, so much, it's even flowing into my shoes, it's a miracle, your mom's amazing, boss!"
the blond guy shouted in disbelief. "She's a born slut, a born sex slave!" Fatty also
exclaimed .
Don't look! Don't talk!! The shame made my legs tremble uncontrollably. Say more
, expose more, humiliate me to your heart's content, I felt my climax approaching.
"Hehe, I brought her here today to show everyone," my son said, resting his chin on my shoulder.
"Looks like you're ready. You're such a slut, Mom. Does exposing yourself in front of people make you so happy?" He
removed my headphones. "Did Auntie hear everything just now?!"
The big guy and the others were still wary of my mother's status. My son seemed to sense their hesitation. "Slut
, these are my brothers, and also your masters. You know what to do, right?"
At this point, I had nothing to be ashamed of anymore. Besides, the temptation of four huge cocks made my pursuit of pleasure
paramount ; I was ready to risk everything. "Masters! I am your lowly sex slave. I await your
training anytime, anywhere." My words surprised them, including my son. Even he hadn't expected
me to submit so easily.
"Hehe, that's surprising, Auntie. You can even say such lewd things. Boss, it seems your training
is extraordinary."
"What? I told you she doesn't need any training. This slut was born lewd."
The son laughed smugly. "You say you're a sex slave, but how do you expect us to believe you?" the blond-haired man asked mischievously
.
"Yeah, give us a performance!" the others chimed in. I looked around.
Several tall men surrounded me, while the other passengers chatted loudly, oblivious to our presence. Gritting
my teeth, I slowly lifted my thin sweater. A pair of snow-white breasts, freed from its confinement, bounced and were
exposed to the air.
I pinched my breasts at the base with both hands and lifted them up. "These are the breasts of a sex slave, please, masters, appreciate them!"
My son's classmates' gazes had changed from the respect they showed when we got on the bus to contempt. Before I knew it, several men had
sandwiched me between them. "Since this slut has asked for this, let's all reluctantly play with her!" My son said
, taking the lead by pinching one of my nipples from behind. "Mmm~~ Thank you, son, harder, it's going to burst!"
The other guys seemed to have suddenly turned on a power source, reaching out to wherever they wanted. Ten
hands roamed over different parts of my body. My sensitive skin allowed me to feel the different pressure and techniques of each hand
, clearly experiencing the pleasure from every inch they touched, as if every part of my body was on fire!
I dared not and was powerless to open my eyes. Their mocking and crazed gazes filled me with endless shame, as
if constantly reminding me, "You lowly slut! Your appearance tells us that you like exhibitionism, you like
incest, you like being humiliated." Those eyes were like a mirror, reflecting my lewd and filthy body and mind.
At this moment, nothing could stop their exploration of my body. My brown skirt had somehow
been pushed up to my waist, and my son, knowing the ropes, untied the thin strap of my thong and put it in his pocket. Of course, it
offered virtually no protection; in their eyes, this tiny thing was practically nonexistent. Gradually, I could distinguish the owners of each hand. Apart from my son's hand, which casually guided me, it took me some effort to identify
the others . 　　The fat man's hand was the easiest to spot—short and thick. He seemed more interested in my anus, one hand rubbing the other hand, following the pull of my gluteal muscles, spiraled and pressed my buttocks flat with his thumb.

I knew he must be an expert at anal manipulation, because he didn't use his index finger like most people do, but instead pressed
down with his thumb. This way, he wouldn't force it in, yet he made me feel an intense urge to defecate.
The big guy was interested in my firm breasts, but I really hoped that wasn't true, because this big
guy was clearly a sadist. He immediately grabbed my left breast with his hand
, which was big enough to hold a basketball, and plunged his five fingers deep into my thick breast flesh, leaving five deep holes in the smooth surface of my breast
.
I felt like my entire left side was being gripped by his hand. Five iron pincers were relentlessly kneading the hardest
part of my breast, my milk ducts. Even after taking the fat man's medicine, the pain still made me break out in a cold sweat. I twisted my body,
trying to escape this hell. But then I changed my mind. The big guy
's other hand gently caressed my swollen, red nipple like a lover. His rough palm lifted and rubbed the sensitive area at the bottom of my breast
. The moderate pinching and caressing of his fingers, the constant gentle rubbing of his palm, were so comfortable and sweet.
The completely different treatment of my two breasts created an unprecedented and wonderful feeling, as if both breasts were being caressed and abused at the same time
. I couldn't tell whether the pain or pleasure was more intense. Both pleasure and pain stimulated me exponentially at the same time.
Of course, the blond-haired and prematurely gray-haired men weren't going to miss out on this lavish, obscene feast. They both had their eyes
on the very source of my lust—my little cunt. They practically couldn't get enough of it. They reached past my thick labia majora, each
grabbing a labia minora with one hand and forcefully pulling them outwards, finally pressing them against my inner thighs
. I think it was probably the fat man's drug that was working.
I didn't experience any tearing pain. Although it hurt, it was bearable. Besides, I was completely immersed in
the cool sensation of the air blowing through my vaginal fluids and the pleasurable feeling of my vaginal folds being completely stretched open—a
feeling I had never experienced before.
The initial itch in my vagina, upon first contact with the cool air, relieved the itch more effectively than my son's large penis. However, what followed
was the expansion of the more sensitive areas within the folds, requiring even more friction. This itch felt like it was piercing my heart,
making my mind crawl like countless ants within my vagina. My labia minora pressed against my thighs, as if my vagina
were protruding from my body, the red contrasting sharply against the white, strikingly conspicuous and lewd. The woman's most private place became
the object of study and manipulation under the watchful eyes of many, causing my vaginal fluids to flow even more joyfully in the unfolded vagina.
After admiring them, they commented, "I've never seen a woman with so much fluid. This is the most talented
sex slave." "Come and see, I'm washing my hands with this slut's vaginal fluids!" All five men simultaneously turned their gaze to my
vulva. "It's a miracle," the fat man exclaimed after looking at it. "This woman is fucking slutty, she's not even hurt by this
!"
The big guy didn't forget to add his comment. I couldn't help but open my eyes in curiosity, staring at the lewd scene unfolding beneath me.
The blond-haired man and the prematurely gray-haired man's hands were entwined between my wide-open legs, their hands glistening with the vaginal fluid dripping directly from my vagina
. My genitals, which I had considered sacred just a month ago, were now the focus of everyone's play,
the most degrading and lewd part of my body.
"How's it going, exciting, Mom!"
my son's teasing voice rang out behind me. Good heavens, I had forgotten that this was in front of my own son,
on the bus to school, and his mother was shamelessly and excitedly letting his classmates play with her as they pleased, right before everyone's eyes
! "Mmm~~!"
My lower body suddenly tightened, my anus clamping down on the fat man's thick thumb. The pair of breasts in the big guy's hands suddenly
swelled up. The blond guy and the white-haired guy simultaneously felt their labia minora contracting and trembling violently as they were being pulled. A stream
of hot liquid splattered onto my hands between my legs, white with a hint of yellow. They stared at my genitals
and eyes in astonishment, almost unable to believe their eyes. A woman had actually
orgasmed without any stimulation to her vagina or clitoris! Yes, I had orgasmed. Under the manipulation of my son's classmate, on a crowded bus, I
had orgasmed so easily.
"God, I can't take it anymore, boss, your mom's too horny, she orgasms so easily," the fat man said. "Damn, this old slut's having a good time, I've been holding back," the big guy said, as he and the fat man pulled out their respective "treasures"
from their pants .
One of them grabbed my hand and pressed it onto their penises. It was the first time I'd touched two young
dicks simultaneously. Still in the throes of orgasm, I couldn't help but roll my eyes in pleasure. "Quick, give me a handjob!!"
Although I'd already orgasmed, my vagina hadn't received much real stimulation, and
my desire remained intense. The sensations in my body had already surpassed my reason and consciousness. I needed a big dick, so before the big
guy could finish speaking, I consciously started servicing them with my hand.
What pleased me even more was that the big guy had a dick thicker than my son's. I could barely grasp
two-thirds of it with one hand. So, instead of rhythmic up-and-down stroking, I changed to cupping his glans with my palm, stimulating the tip. But
because the big guy's glans was so large, the fluid from his urethra couldn't completely wet it, which
hurt him a little. Not taking good care of my master made me, the slave, very anxious. What if my master hated this big dick? No
, I couldn't lose this big dick! Ignoring the surprised looks from the blond and gray-haired men, I quickly reached out...

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