[Mom in the bathroom]

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My Mother in the Bathroom (Part 1)

[Synopsis] My mother came to America with me, but within a few dozen days, she became
a sex slave . She eventually became pregnant through rape, giving birth to a black bastard who began to produce breast milk for
those who had violated her, shamefully trapped in a hell of lust from which she could never escape.

If she hadn't come to America, my mother would have been an ordinary middle-aged woman. When she arrived, she was just
55 years old and had retired from her job as a high school English teacher, a position she had held for over thirty years. My mother and father had been married for thirty
years and had two children, my brother and me. She had never had sexual relations with any other man besides my father
. My father's energy was limited, so my mother wasn't sexually assaulted frequently, especially after she turned 45, only a few times
a year , each time lasting only a few minutes. My mother was actually
a woman with 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 sexual desires.

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

My mother didn't want to be a burden on my uncle's 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.

The city we lived in was once a symbol of America's industrial development, but now it's clearly deteriorated. The
area around the Chinese restaurant has slowly degenerated into a predominantly Black neighborhood, 70% of whom are Black. The owner
, Lao Wang, a friend of my uncle, barely made ends meet with this small restaurant. He had no intention of moving and
couldn't possibly move away. Besides, although it was a predominantly Black neighborhood, business was decent; the only problem was that few people wanted to
work there. The last waiter quit after two months. So, Mrs. Wang took on the roles of head chef and waitress, while Lao
Wang handled 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 Lao Wang and Mrs. Wang didn't mention to my uncle and mother. There was a gang in the area, 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 fascination with Asian women, sometimes
openly harassing the waitresses in the restaurant.

On the third day my mother started working at Lao 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.
His eyes widened when my mother served him the food, because she was wearing a
sundress , 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 dishes, 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 had told my mother not to charge him after seeing him.

Finally, after the busiest part 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 stalls were empty, my mother
hurriedly opened the first one and went in. As she turned to close the door, she suddenly saw a tall, large
black man push the door open and squeeze in after her. My mother was immediately stunned. She barely managed to say "excuse me"
before the black man slammed the door shut and locked it.

Needless to say, the tall black man was Kevin. He was in his 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 hadn't expected 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 aid. Instead of coming to my mother's rescue, Mrs. Wang blocked the entrance to the corridor leading to the back restroom,
hanging a wooden sign that read "employee access only" in English, so other customers wouldn't
go to the back and hear any noise or disturb Kevin's good time.

In fact, my mother had only cried out once 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 camisole and pulled it down,
pulling the dress down to her abdomen, exposing her upper body, her breasts high and firm under her white 32C bra. Because she was wearing a camisole dress,
my mother's bra was strapless, and 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 the long, purplish-red
nipples were still erect, with the surrounding brown areolas raised, waiting for a man's sucking. It's a pity my mother has such beautiful
nipples, but no one has suckled them in so long. Today, this black man is getting a treat.

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 that are usually hidden under her clothes. Her face has no fine wrinkles
and is very fair. You could say that if you covered my mother's 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 in the eyes of black men.

(End of Chapter 1)

Mother in the Bathroom (Part 2) "Black Men's Rape and Incest Gang"

After some futile resistance with overwhelming odds, my mother's underwear was pulled down and thrown on the ground, and her skirt was curled
up at her waist. Her upper and lower body's key parts were exposed to Kevin.
Kevin unzipped his pants with one hand, and a huge black
penis was purplish-red, and the part protruding from the pants was seven inches long. The base of the penis, scrotum, and testicles were all
hidden inside the pants.

My mother had never seen such a large penis before and almost fainted from fright. 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 pain similar to that of her first time when Kevin penetrated her
.

Kevin's glans parted my mother's labia minora and vaginal walls and slowly inserted, until it reached the top of the vagina
and could not go any further. My mother felt as if her lower body was being torn apart, her vagina stretched tightly. Fortunately, Kevin
was also enjoying the intense squeezing of his penis by my mother's tight vaginal walls and wasn't 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 , 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 congestion.

After Kevin adapted to my mother's lower body, he also began to try to thrust slowly. Waves of
frictional pleasure came from the vaginal walls, my mother's lower body became even more moist, every fold of the vaginal wall stretched out,
and an excited current flowed from her uterus and ovaries, through her breasts that were being sucked until they were soft and her nipples were erect, all the way
to her central nervous system. My mother couldn't help but start moaning, even she was surprised by
the lewdness in her moans. Decades of chastity were shattered in those few minutes. Her carefully maintained female body was
defiled by this filthy black man before her, and my mother's heart, filled with shame and indignation, was stirred by a whirlpool of lust
.

With slow, prolonged thrusting, my mother was pushed irrevocably to the edge. She
hated her own body, 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, her body stiffening, as if 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 already overflowing with fluids, Kevin's penis making a squelching
sound , her juices splashing everywhere. Soon, my mother, just as she was reaching the peak of her orgasm, was pushed to another,
even higher climax, and then another…

Actually, the thrusting only lasted less than twenty minutes, but for my mother it felt like she had experienced several lifetimes,
one after another, she didn't even know how many times she had died and been reborn. This young black man
seemed to have inexhaustible energy; my mother's intense physical reactions ignited his desire to conquer her. He made her moan from the depths of her womb again
and again , greedily sucking on her nipples, enjoying
the suction of her cervix on his glans while deliberately not ejaculating. He controlled the rhythm, making my mother's irresistibly throbbing body
envelop his penis, thrusting forcefully at crucial moments, pushing her past her limit, then enjoying
the incontinent fluids from her lower body, which lubricated his penis once more.

Later, my mother's orgasms came one after another, with only a few dozen seconds between them.

Finally, Kevin felt he was about to ejaculate, so he increased the speed and force of his thrusts. His
penis, engorged with blood, throbbed with each pulse as it entered my mother's wet vagina. 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 two years ago and wasn't too worried about getting pregnant, she
was still extremely unwilling deep down. But to her surprise, her buttocks involuntarily pressed against him, as if afraid
he hadn't penetrated deep enough. As she felt the warm semen spraying onto her lower abdomen, she once again
reached an irresistible climax.

And so, on the tenth day after my mother arrived in America, and the third day working at Old Wang's restaurant,
she lost her decades-long virginity, raped by Kevin, a black man she had never met before.
During the act, Kevin used no protection, his sperm, carrying black DNA, was injected 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 shakily struggled to her feet. The pleasure of intercourse had faded, and she felt
an emptiness . 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 over her swollen perineum would take away her shame, but this was just
wishful thinking . My mother's mouth hadn't healed yet, and her genitals reeked of Kevin's body odor and the fishy
smell . She could feel the thick semen flowing inside her vagina, and a sticky fluid was leaking from the opening.

Just then, 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 shouldn't be messed with, adding, "What are you afraid of? Your child is all grown up, and you won't
get pregnant . Just keep this
a secret between you and me. Don't call the police; it won't do any good, and it will only invite retaliation from the gang. Not only will your business fail, but your life will be in danger."

Gradually, my mother stopped crying. She got up from the toilet and immediately felt backache, leg pain, and dizziness.

My
mother felt nauseous. 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 back and rest, and Mrs. Wang had no choice but to agree. My mother rushed into the shower as soon as she got home, especially her genitals and vulva. She wanted to pour water into her vagina and uterus to wash out all the black man's
semen, but she knew that would only bring more trouble and would not clean her defiled genitals.

(End of Chapter Two)

My Mother in the Bathroom (Part Three) "Black Men Rape and Incest Gang"

I got home very late. My mother had gone to bed early, and I thought she was tired from work, so I didn't think much of it. Fortunately, she
was in good health and got up the next day. However, my mother's walking posture was different from before. She
knew that her swollen vulva would take a few days to fully recover. She went back to work at Old Wang's restaurant, but
she was worried every day that the black man who raped her would appear again, so much so that every customer who came in made her heart pound, and she
dared not go to the bathroom in the back alone.

For over 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 wishful thinking, hoping he would never reappear.

My mother's wishful thinking couldn't help her. Nineteen days after she was raped in the bathroom, 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, as usual, asked, "Sir, what can
I get for you?" she recognized this tall, muscular black man as the one who had raped her.

My mother's legs went weak, her vagina felt a burning sensation, and her breasts
heaved the painful feeling after the rape returned. She didn't hear what Kevin said, only felt
his wolf-like eyes staring at her, and immediately turned and hid in the kitchen.

After understanding what had happened, the proprietress, Mrs. Wang, had no choice but to deal with it herself.
My mother didn't dare to come out until Kevin and the others finished their meal and left. Seeing how frightened my mother was, Mrs. Wang told her, "Go back first
," and added, "I'll have Old Wang take you home." My mother usually took the bus home by herself. So, when Mrs. Wang said
this , my mother was naturally very grateful, unaware that Mrs. Wang had betrayed her.

Old Wang used his old, beat-up delivery van to take my mother to our apartment. It was four o'clock in the afternoon. I
usually didn't get back until after eleven o'clock 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, the burning sensation in her vagina
hadn't disappeared; it seemed even stronger, and her breasts felt a little swollen and painful. While washing her perineum
, her fingers accidentally touched her clitoris, which immediately became erect. A sudden image of Kevin's thick, long penis flashed through her mind. My
mother was surprised that she could even recall the male organ that had violated her and defiled 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 to wash these
areas . Gradually, she began to involuntarily emit lewd moans, and the image of the large, black penis in her mind
was now impossible to shake off.

Finally, she inserted her fingers into her vagina and brought herself to orgasm, her whole body going limp. Instantly, a
sense of guilt and shame filled her heart. My mother felt unforgivable for thinking about raping herself
with a black 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 , and went to find clothes in the closet. As the fog cleared from her glasses, she was horrified to see a dark,
fleshy mass on the headboard of her bed. Upon closer inspection, she saw a fat Black man sitting there, leaning against her pillow,
legs spread wide, his ugly penis dangling, heavy testicles hanging loosely from his scrotum, and
his dark anus almost visible beneath.

My mother nearly fainted from fright. Then she heard someone behind her say, "Here is our whore
." 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 tits! And nipples!
Can you see such a hot cunt?"

(Look at those breasts! And the nipples! Have you ever seen such a hot, sexy woman? Two large breasts hanging down like two
papayas . Due to the hot water, the nipples and areolas are fully stretched, appearing very large.
The long nipples haven't started to erect yet, 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 could 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 delicious abalone meat in the middle, and behind it is a slightly dark anus.

As mentioned before, my mother's body and sexual organs are very well maintained, and that's why this middle-aged woman with yellow skin, who is
over fifty is an incredibly delicious piece of meat in the eyes of the two black men in front of her, especially
Kevin, who has tasted my mother's sweetness.) The most discerning observer knew best. My mother was like a fruit ripe to its ripest perfection;
though younger women were more radiant and beautiful, seasoned connoisseurs knew her juicy and delicious nature.

The large, fat Black man sitting on the edge of the bed was named Michael, the locksmith Kevin had hired. Kevin had obtained my mother's address from
Mrs. Wang, the landlady, and also learned that my mother lived with her son, who usually
came home very late.

Kevin had Mrs. Wang persuade my mother to come home, and she did. Kevin then brought Michael, who, while my
mother was showering, opened the door to the apartment where my mother and I lived, stripped naked, and hid in the bedroom waiting for her
to finish showering. This intrusion and gang rape was meticulously planned, with nearly seven hours until I was to return home. In my
small apartment, my mother, over fifty years old, was left alone to face these two Black thugs, whose
combined age was less than hers, yet whose combined weight was four times hers. Since there was so much time, and no outside interference...
No need to worry about a hasty finish in the bathroom like last time; Kevin and his gang can do
whatever . My mother, naked, knows without a doubt that she can only helplessly be violated. She both hopes
her son will return, so the ordeal might be shorter, and worries about him returning, fearing I'll witness her
naked being violated by black men, making her lose all face. She also fears these desperate
gangsters might do something harmful to herself and her son. In comparison, my mother would rather these
two black men vent their frustrations on her and leave before her son returns, even though it means she'll once again
be a sex slave and a toilet for their semen.

Kevin lifts my mother's naked buttocks, forcing her legs apart, and lewdly reaches his hand to caress her
genitals . My mother's genitals were still wet from masturbation, and after seeing Michael's ugly
penis and scrotum, they became wet again. She knew deep down that being raped today was inevitable, and
her subconscious was preparing her reproductive organs for the impending sexual encounter.

(End of Chapter 3)

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Author: zed Time: 2006-8-30 16:59

Mother in the Bathroom (Part 4) "Black Men Rape and Incest Gang"

Of course, all of this couldn't escape the evil Kevin. Although he was old enough to be my mother's son, his
sexual experience and skills far surpassed those of my mother, who had two children.
Before being raped by him for the first time, 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 she was raped for the first time; Kevin's large size
and high sexual skills played a part in this.

Kevin inserted his finger into my mother's vagina, stirred it around, and pulled it out, holding his wet finger high
. His lewd laughter echoed in the apartment: "This bitch is so in heat
!" He said to Michael, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, "She deserves a good fuck." (She needed
a good prostate check; it was already engorged. She
understood ; she never dreamed she'd be in this situation. Since turning fifty, my mother
felt old, especially after menopause, and considered sex a distant memory.
Walking down the street, men's eyes would never linger on her for even a second. She never imagined that after
coming to America, her mature body would be targeted by a Black man and subjected to such unbelievable violence
, with no power to resist.

My mother's genitals did indeed exude the distinctive scent of a mature woman's genitals. Animals
often ; humans also possess this function, though it has long been
suppressed. Kevin's sense of smell was extremely keen; he could smell the scent emanating from my mother's genitals even from
the other , further convincing him that this yellow-skinned woman possessed a primal
allure. To be honest, the scent of my mother's genitals was still quite pure at this moment, because even with Kevin's presence...) During that rape,
her genitals were only penetrated by two men who ejaculated inside her. Only the semen of multiple different men could
subtly alter the microbial composition of a woman's vagina, creating a slutty, 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 the fluids in her vagina and uterus gushed out uncontrollably. She clearly felt a burning and itching deep within her genitals.
At this moment, she felt something slapping her cheek. The black man, Michael, swung his half-erect penis
and said to her,

"Come bitch! Suck it! Lick it good!" Before my mother could react,
he grabbed her hair with one hand, forcing her head down to his crotch, and with the other hand, he pinched her cheeks like a vise,
forcing her to open her mouth.

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

My mother closed her eyes, unable to bear looking 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
intimate , sent shivers down her spine. But before her nausea could fully develop... Michael's
penis was already inside her mouth, the oily glans pressing against her throat. My mother's chest churned,
accompanied by violent coughing and vomiting. Stomach acid gushed from her nostrils, and then, choking and
gasping for breath , she felt her head being forcefully pressed down until the entire length of his penis was inside her mouth.
The thick penis stretched her mouth into an "O" shape, her cheeks bulging. At the same time, Michael
's large hand grabbed her left breast and kneaded it vigorously, especially pinching the center of her breast between his index and middle fingers, his thumb roughly
kneading the protruding areola and nipple, picking 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 kept spewing
vulgarities about my mother's body and genitals. Foreplay is the first step in sex, its purpose being to arouse a woman's desire.
This gang rape, predictably lasting several hours, contained no element of love, only
the urge and satisfaction of primal lust, wave after wave of abuse and humiliation. But for some women, the shame was far more intense than love.
Acting as a powerful catalyst for lust, my mother felt her desire boiling like magma,
spreading from the depths of her womb throughout her body, captivating her flesh and spirit. The more shame she felt , the
stronger this desire became, and the stronger the desire, the deeper the shame she felt. During
the act of giving Michael and receiving oral sex from Kevin, amidst the unexpected barrage of obscene language, my mother slowly surrendered herself.
Like any mature harlot, she writhed her body and hips, her hair disheveled across 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 .

Kevin's egg-sized glans came at the opportune moment, rubbing against my mother's swollen vulva,
further arousing her lust. My mother's genitals became even more unbearably itchy, and she couldn't help but moan and
writhe her hips, trying to get my penis to penetrate her. But the cunning Kevin just wouldn't insert it. He said to my mother, "Want my cock
in your cunt? Say it! Say it like this: I want your big black cock
in my juicy cunt! Say it!"

After a few minutes of this stalemate, my mother finally spoke, saying in a voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz, "I want...your
...cock...in my...cunt." Kevin still wouldn't insert it, making my mother repeat it loudly,
and make sure she said the missing "big black" and "juicy." My mother said it again, "I want your
...big...black...cock...in my...juicy...cunt," her voice a little louder than before
. Kevin was still not satisfied. He wanted my mother to say it again, much louder,
and without any pauses.

My mother hesitated for several seconds before finally speaking, shouting in a voice like a slogan, "I want your
big black cock in my juicy cunt!" After shouting, she lowered her head, sobbing uncontrollably. Michael
inserted his penis into her mouth again, forcing her head to mechanically stroke it.
At entered my mother's vagina. It was already overflowing with vaginal fluid, and the glans easily touched her
cervix. Because my mother's position was particularly suitable at this time, the glans parted the soft cervix and penetrated deeply into her
uterus , the entire huge penis entering my mother's vagina. Kevin then began to thrust slowly but powerfully.

(End of Chapter 4)

Mom in the Bathroom (Part 5) "Black Men Rape and Incest Gang"

My mother felt Kevin's penis filling her lower body again after the 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 wall was suddenly stimulated by the huge glans. At first, it was a little painful and itchy, but
Kevin's movements were slow and steady, giving her uterus ample time to accept it. My mother felt her lower body warm
and full. The slow thrusting soothed the itching in her vaginal cavity, and the powerful rhythm led her step by step into a
tempting realm. With Kevin's thrusting, my mother let out a pleasant and satisfied moan, a sound that
could only be heard from her throat. In a state of frenzy and passion, my mother's actions were no longer controlled by her brain, but by her uterus
. She was no longer satisfied 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 on Michael's genitals.
Michael's penis was fully erect, no less impressive than Kevin's, its
ugly shaft standing menacingly. Michael clearly enjoyed the progress my mother was making with her oral sex.
With his large belly, he pressed my mother's head down further, gesturing for her to lick his foul-smelling anus.

At this moment, my mother, being penetrated, 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 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 this 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 as he pounded deep into her flesh.
His swaying scrotum and firm testicles 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 her body, Kevin finally erupted deep within her. With each throbbing of his glans,
streams of warm semen shot into my mother's vagina and uterus. Kevin released my mother's buttocks, and she finally
collapsed.

But this only lasted a few seconds. Then, Kevin immediately lifted my mother's legs and pulled her in
front of Michael, her full breasts facing his face. My mother's genitals, still
wet , were pressed against Michael's erect penis. Her open vagina 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 from Kevin's violation, but she still had to put her hands on Michael's shoulders, moving her body up and down, twisting her
round, bare buttocks back and forth. The fat Michael, panting heavily, held my mother's buttocks with both hands,
his lower body tightly joined to my mother's genitals, also twisting his large, fleshy black buttocks. He took turns sucking on my mother's two long
, crimson nipples, his tongue swirling around the areolas, occasionally nibbling at
the indented milk ducts at the nipples' tips.

From behind, my mother's bare, sweat-drenched body lay on top of Michael, similarly drenched in sweat.
My mother's wet, white buttocks faced Kevin, arched back and moving up and down.
The point where male and female genitalia were joined was clearly visible below her buttocks. Michael's penis was completely wet, shiny black, and
covered in milky white semen. His scrotum trembled with my mother's movements. Below his scrotum was my mother's
dark anus, which she had just licked, the saliva still wet. 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 with Michael and had no time to think about 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. Then Kevin straddled my mother's back,
held her waist, and pushed his glans into her anus. Although there was vegetable oil for lubrication, it was quite
difficult at first, and my mother cried out in pain. But once the glans was finally inside, things became much easier
until Kevin's penis was deeply inserted into my mother's rectum, and he began to thrust. Michael beneath her
was also twisting his body and thrusting his 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, under the stimulation of the sharp pain, her vagina became more sensitive, especially as
the two thick penises filled her lower body completely, leaving no gaps. 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. Continuous orgasms followed, slow
yet possessing terrifying power. Under the control of this power, my mother emitted
lewd , her naked body convulsing, twisting, and swaying incessantly…

As the gang rape continued, they changed positions and postures. My mother's mouth, cleavage, anus, and
genitals were repeatedly penetrated by two black penises; her breasts were roughly kneaded by four large hands; her areolas were pinched; and
her nipples were sucked by foul-smelling mouths. In the enclosed space of the apartment bedroom, my naked mother was
sandwiched between two naked, muscular black men, two black men and one yellow man intertwined, like two hard dark
chocolates sandwiched with a layer of soft, sweet whipped cream. My mother's body grew
softer alluring and seductive, like whipped cream, which Kevin and Michael fully savored.
The two young black men's violent, wicked desires and inexhaustible energy were like dark chocolate—
bitter at first, but increasingly flavorful with each bite. My mother's pride and self-restraint began to erode with each orgasm and
ejaculation , leading her to take the crucial
first step from a reserved wife and mother into a willing black sex slave.

At eight o'clock that evening, after four hours of debauchery, with each man ejaculating inside my mother three times and forcing her
to reach twenty-six orgasms, Kevin and Michael finally withdrew their penises from her temporarily, letting
her take a shower.

While she showered, they made a call to Old Wang's restaurant to order takeout. When Lao Wang rang
the doorbell , my mother had just come out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. She was hesitating when Kevin opened the door first, pulled Lao Wang in, and closed the door. Lao Wang was stunned
to see two naked black men standing next to my mother, who was wrapped in a bath towel . Kevin ripped the bath towel off my mother and said to Lao Wang, "How do you like our whore?" 　　(End of Chapter 5) 　　My Mother in the Bathroom (VI) "Black Men's Rape and Incest Gang" 　　Lao Wang recognized my mother, of course. He saw that my mother's eyes were vacant, her hair was disheveled, and her lower abdomen was round. He guessed that her stomach was full of semen because even after taking a shower, semen was still flowing down her inner thighs. Her breasts were bruised and swollen, and there were teeth marks around her nipples. He knew that my mother had been raped by these two black men , and it was almost certain that it was gang rape. Even so, his penis still got hard in the face of a mature naked woman. Kevin did just that. He pulled down Old Wang's pants, revealing a penis about , and forced him to sit down in a chair, ordering my mother to give him a blowjob. My mother immediately complied. Old Wang pretended to refuse a few times, but eventually sat down and accepted 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. That's how Kevin and his friends exchanged my mother's sexual services for a free meal—not a free meal, really. 　　After Old Wang left, Kevin and Michael, full and horny, turned their attention back to my mother . They forced her onto the worn-out sofa in the living room and continued to gang rape her. Although my mother was mentally numb , her genitals remained sensitive. Dragging her exhausted body, she repeatedly allowed two black men's penises to penetrate her , obediently performing obscene acts to enhance the pleasure of the men raping her. She herself reached orgasm again and again in a state of depravity and shame, so many times that she lost count . By 11 PM, Kevin and Michael had almost emptied their scrotums before leaving, satisfied . My mother, too weak to shower, climbed into bed and fell into a deep sleep. 　　When I returned to the apartment at 11:30 PM, I immediately 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 investigate and found her sleeping naked on the bed. A large patch of the sheet beneath her buttocks was wet, the smell of semen even stronger, and there seemed to be black body hairs on the bed as well. My mother was fast asleep; no matter how much I called, she wouldn't wake up. 　　From that moment on, I guessed what had happened. From a young age, my mother had always been a dignified and gentle woman in my eyes.

The image of Shu's mother was shattered instantly by the smell of body hair and semen. Clearly, while I was away
, my mother had sex with a Black man. Given her views on Black people, it was impossible for her to have
sex willingly; the only possibility was that she was 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 became erect
. Usually, I would masturbate to relieve this, but then I thought, if Black men can have sex with my mother,
why can't I? Without further ado, I stripped naked, dragged my mother to the bedside, and lifted her
legs.

Then a brilliant idea struck me. It was around midnight, which is noon in China;
my father must still be at work. I called his office, and sure enough, he answered. Confirming
it was my father, I inserted my penis into my mother's vagina, and while making small
talk with him, 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 a black man all day and was asleep. My dad quickly told me to let her sleep. My guess was right;
my mom's vagina wasn't tight at all, probably loosened up by the black man's big penis. 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, and I grabbed my mom's full breasts and thrust hard, my thighs and my mom's buttocks slapping together
with a slapping sound. My dad heard the noise on the phone and asked what I was doing. I said I was doing aerobics
to exercise. My mom was making lewd moans 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
dad heard it on the phone again and asked what the sound was. I said it was the neighbor's cat meowing. When I tried to suckle my mother's
nipple, I smelled a fishy odor and guessed it was from the black man who raped her, so I stopped and started
pinching it 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.

The next day, when I went out, my mother was still asleep. Later, during lunch, I was worried and
called , but no one answered. I then called Old Wang's restaurant, and Mrs. Wang said my mother was there, which reassured me. When
I returned home that evening, all traces of the previous incident had disappeared. 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 already made copies of our apartment key, and they began freely entering and leaving our apartment
every few days . Usually, I'd already been to school in the morning, while my mother wouldn't
go to the restaurant until almost noon, leaving a three-hour gap. They would specifically target these
times when , waiting nearby until I left before using their keys to unlock the door and break into the apartment. My mother would be 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. As long as it was pulled up above her buttocks, they could 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 having sex.

If they were in a hurry to leave, they would catch my mother in the bedroom, kitchen, living room, or bathroom and
thrust their penises directly into her vagina. If there wasn't anything else going on, Kevin or Michael would
spend the whole morning with my mother. Michael would often have two rounds, while Kevin would have at least three before leaving.
They were young and energetic, and each time they ejaculated, they would bring my mother to orgasm several times. When they arrived,
my mother was like a hen caught by a rooster, submissively allowing them to rape her.

In a Chinese parlance, my mother had probably been thoroughly used, willingly becoming Kevin
and Michael's plaything. She was resigned to her fate, thinking that since she
had .

In my mother's eyes, she was already a very promiscuous and depraved woman, so much so that she was always
terrified when she called my father, afraid of revealing something. My father's cuckoldry was
undeniable; 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
black men to satisfy their sexual desires.

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 came in. Without a word, he told my mother
to come with him immediately. My mother was still wearing her usual pullover nightgown, without any underwear. He wouldn't let her
change, and hurriedly pulled her downstairs. A black man I didn't recognize was already waiting
outside in a beat-up car. He told my mother to sit next to the driver first, then sat close to her and drove off.

(End of Chapter Six)

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Mother in the Bathroom (Seven) "Black Men's Gangs of Insulting Mother, Raping, and Incest"

A dozen minutes later, they stopped at a dilapidated junkyard on the outskirts of the city. This junkyard also ran
a repair shop, salvaging usable parts from hundreds of scrapped cars at very low cost, mainly targeting the
low-income . Most of the people who came here were black.

The black man driving was in his forties, bald, with a beer belly and a slightly graying beard. He
introduced as Rick. Kevin and Rick led my mother to the tool shed in the back, where three black
workers were already waiting. Later, another one came in. They were all in their thirties, of varying heights and builds,
and they all looked excited when they saw my mother. My mother's sheer slip dress revealed the intense July sunlight behind her.
Through the light, they peered out of the tool shed, and her nightgown seemed almost transparent,
revealing her beautiful, voluptuous body beneath. My mother had been filled with anxiety the whole way, and now her suspicions were not only confirmed, but
the situation was worse than she had imagined. Not only was she 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 caused subtle changes in her body. The most obvious change was that her breasts swelled, and her nipples and
areolas protruded high. 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.
Under the influence of 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 weren't high enough
to induce menstruation. Therefore, without my mother's awareness, the danger period had quietly
arrived .

Although she was completely unaware that she was about to ovulate, my mother's body
reacted . Her erect nipples were clearly visible through her thin nightgown, and the penises around her were also erect.
Rick, standing next to my mother, 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 impatiently said, "What are you
waiting for? Take off your damn
clothes and suck these dicks!"

Two lines of tears streamed down my mother's face. For nearly two months, she was 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 explore her anus. My mother had
begun to vaguely perceive Kevin as her lover, not only no longer physically resisting his advances, but also gradually ceasing 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 for 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, and that Kevin was going to let these
Black . Kevin and his gang didn't care about any of this. In their eyes, my
mother was just a bitch, a tool for venting their sexual desires, a semen toilet, no different from any other toilet used for excrement. If
they had known that my mother was about to ovulate, they would have been even more excited, not out of gratitude for her bearing children for them,
but because the shame of a woman becoming pregnant through rape far outweighed that of rape or gang rape. Moreover, a pregnant woman's body and
sexual organs were special, offering a unique pleasure, and she could provide breast milk after giving birth.

Rick, growing impatient, grabbed my mother's arms and lifted them upwards, saying,
"Let me help you then." Kevin came over and helped lift her nightgown up, all the way
above her breasts, and then pulled it off her head. My mother was instantly naked, her two round,
full breasts trembling in front of her, her grape-like nipples erect and full, with areolas protruding half
a centimeter above her breasts. Her arms were like lotus roots, her shoulders and back fair and rounded, her abdomen smooth, her lower belly slightly protruding, a
thick patch of dark pubic hair on her mons pubis, her thighs white and smooth, and her round buttocks trembling.

The black men present almost simultaneously gaped, their eyes wide open. They had probably never seen
a naked Asian 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. The others surrounded her,
starting shoved his penis into her mouth and made her suck it. Two others made her use her hands to masturbate. The remaining two stood
behind her, slapping her smooth back with their penises while masturbating themselves. Before ejaculating, Rick
moved behind my mother, and the men next to him 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 her hands continued to masturbate the other
two penises. This foreplay aroused each man's genitals to their optimal state before penetration,
accelerating semen production. It also heightened my mother's arousal, causing her to become wet and her face and breasts to flush with
a sensual blush.

Kevin picked up my mother 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 of them squatted down and licked her
genitals and anus, while the others took turns touching her thighs, lower abdomen, and breasts. They
played with my mother's body with their hands and mouths, constantly uttering obscene language about Asian women.
Kevin boasted to them about my mother's behavior during his rape, eliciting bursts of lewd laughter. The atmosphere in
the tool room was incredibly erotic; five naked penises, each one engorged and eager, were ready to be used.

Rick was the first to place his penis against my mother's vulva, forcefully inserting it into her vagina, then began
rhythmically thrusting. The others continued to caress her body, using obscene language to arouse everyone's lust.
My mother's breasts, flattened by gravity, swayed
back and forth , her full nipples and areolas resembling red cherries adorning the jelly, attracting
those standing around her to suckle.

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

(End of Chapter Seven)

Mother in the Bathroom (Eight) "Black Men Rape and Incest Gang"

After Rick pulled out his penis, the black man next to him took his place. His hard, dark penis easily pierced into my
mother 's lower body, and he grabbed her buttocks and began to thrust deeply. After he ejaculated, a third person immediately took his place... An hour later, five black men, except for Kevin, raped my mother in turn, and all of them ejaculated
into her genitals . 　　Since there was still an hour left before the agreed 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, 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 and began to use 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 international students from our school. Through word of mouth, more and more people knew that Kevin Asian whore 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 , she could only see about 15 customers. And after each of those 15 customers, she was exhausted and weak when she went to work at the restaurant. Kevin, wanting to make more money off my mother, persuaded her to quit the restaurant, offering to pay her $10 for every $100 she earned in sex, which was more than she would earn there. Just then, a new young man started working odd jobs at 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, stripping my mother naked and placing 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 enter and rape my mother. Using Kevin's bathroom cost $10 per 10 minutes; if two people went in together, they had to pay double, and groups of three or more were not allowed to enter at the same time. Besides the toilet and sink, the restroom provided condoms for 25 cents each. Of course, most customers didn't use condoms or other protection; instead, they used their penises to directly penetrate my mother's genitals and ejaculate inside her. The restroom was much larger than the back seat of a car, allowing for various sexual acts. Customers liked to rape my mother while she was pinned down by the sink, whether facing forward or backward. Through the large mirror in front of the sink, they could watch their own sexual acts at any time, observing the changes in my mother's body and organs from different angles. Customers also liked to have my mother straddle them, either facing forward or backward, with their penises inserted into her vagina. Some liked to have my mother hold onto the toilet tank while they raped her, and some even liked her to be on the floor with her buttocks raised or kneeling while they performed oral sex. My mother's daily task was to earn at least $400 in "sexual favors," which usually took seven to eight hours, during which she was ejaculated inside her more than thirty times. There were two cameras installed in the restroom, monitored by gas station employees . Sometimes, when my mother was free, the employees would come and rape her, which wasn't included in the sex work quota. 　　Over the months, Kevin's restroom became infamous; not only did the local Black men know about it,

The news spread among truck drivers whose routes passed through our area. They stopped here for gas, and while they were at it,
they'd spend $10 to rape my mother and satisfy their sexual desires. One day, Dan, a
Romanian , mentioned to me that he'd been there twice and enjoyed it, planning to go every week.
Romanians can't stand going a few days without sex. Dan had been away from home for a long time and couldn't find a girlfriend here. He'd tried prostitutes a few times
before , but white women were too expensive, and black women's genitals were too dark for him.

At the time, I didn't know that the Asian woman in Kevin's restroom was my mother, so I went with him. When we got to
the gas station, we found out that we had to take a number and wait to be called before we could go in. Luckily, it wasn't crowded that noon.
We got our number and waited at the restroom door. 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 groaned 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, it pierced through pink vaginal flesh, white semen gushing out.

I was stunned. I hadn't expected to encounter my mother here, much less witness her
being violently raped by a black man. Could the semen toilet people talked about be my mother? The door opened
briefly and then closed automatically.

Through the door, I could hear my mother's dazed moans rising and falling, the sounds of her reaching
repeated orgasms. Then, as my mother fell silent, I heard the black man
's satisfied roars before and during ejaculation.

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Mother in the Bathroom (Nine) "Black Men Rape and Incest Gang"

Half a minute later, the bathroom door opened, and the black man, shirtless, walked out while fastening his belt,
muttering "what a damned fuck..." He winked at us
. At that moment, I had the 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 him to hold his semen. I took a deep breath and glanced at the door. There were already several people waiting
there, and among the black men was a Chinese man I knew. He was the president of the Chinese Students
Association . I really wanted to punch him then.

At this moment, the staff called our number. Dan went to get the key, and I suddenly felt deflated. What am I doing here
? Isn't it just to use this infamous semen toilet? Thinking back to my mother's
gang rape , 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'm here to have sex with her, so what right do I have to blame others for doing the same? Thinking this, I had no desire to
go in with Dan to watch his fat, hairy body rape my mother. I just greeted him, told him to enjoy, and 　　left without
saying "fucking my mom." As I passed the student council president, he gave me a knowing smile. 　　When my mother returned home that evening, I was already waiting for her. She was only wearing a sundress, nothing underneath . She seemed surprised that I was home so early. I asked her if she had just come back from the gas station after work, and she said yes. I then asked how many people had filled her up that day, and she said about forty. I said, "How do you remember so clearly? Where's that gas?" 　　She didn't understand what I was asking, so I reminded her, "You're not in charge of filling up gas stations, you're in charge of fertilization!" As I said this, I walked 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 in a position like a child being held to urinate. Perhaps because of shame and her overall 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 me to urinate; now let me hold you to fertilize." 　　I simply took off my mother's skirt, leaving her completely naked. Her breasts had grown larger than they had in a few months, hanging heavily on her chest. Her nipples and areolas had also enlarged; the outer edge of the areola was about the size of a teacup, and the protrusion from the top of the breast was over a centimeter thick, surrounded by a ring of well-developed glands. The nipples were three centimeters long and three centimeters in diameter. When she was 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 . 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 men. 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 appears pregnant. She carried my brother, and now her womb carries a shameful bastard, likely of Black descent. 　　That night, I raped my mother repeatedly, almost frantically, first on the sink , 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 I even let them 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 members using a points system to rape my mother. When the membership gradually
increased 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 sequential gang rapes and
3P or 4P with several people, ultimately resulting in thick semen
flowing .

In the tenth month after my mother arrived in the United States—the eighth month after Kevin took her to the junkyard and
gang-raped , 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 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 sucking on her every day, which in turn attracted even more
men to enjoy her body. During the day, she continued to be gang-raped by black men at the gas station, earning money for Kevin through prostitution.
Every night, my mother was also gang-raped by six members of my club.
More and , many of them specifically because of her pregnancy. Now, their 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 that catered to the poor were already overcrowded, 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 back home. Kevin was initially reluctant, worried my
mother wouldn't return, but seeing how large her belly was, clearly pregnant, he also didn't want the hassle and finally agreed.

(End of Chapter Nine)

Mother in the Bathroom (10) "Black Men's Rape and Incest Gang"

Nine and a half months after my mother was gang-raped and became pregnant, she finally boarded a plane back to China.
The day before boarding the plane, she spent more than nine hours at a gas station, being gang-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 at the end of April was already quite warm. My mother, wearing a white sleeveless maternity dress given to her by Kevin, arrived at the airport
with her big 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, there was still semen flowing between my mother's legs.

Because she hadn't slept the night before departure, coupled with the bumpy journey, my mother started having contractions on the international flight, and then
her water broke.

Thankfully, there was a Japanese obstetrician on the plane. After some frantic activity, 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
finally arriving home . 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-cup breasts were prominent, and her chest was covered with two round milk stains. Her
nipples, darkened by pigmentation during pregnancy, were almost clearly visible. My father had a vague feeling that
something had happened to my mother in the United States. When he heard her on the phone say that she wanted to return to China for medical treatment but wouldn't say what the illness was, he had a
bad feeling. There's nothing more to say now. The evidence is right in front of me.
My wife was raped and left in this state in less than a year in America. She became pregnant and shamefully gave birth to
a child with Black genes. This humiliation is unbearable.

My mother only stayed in the house she'd lived in for over thirty years for ten days before
returning to America with my younger brother, who has Black heritage. Before leaving, she finalized a divorce with my father. My father originally hoped my
mother would reveal what happened in America, send the child away, and never go back. My mother
refused to say a word, telling him I knew nothing about it, and she still wanted to return to America. She knew in her heart that revealing it
would do no good for anyone. Given her past, she could never be forgiven. Besides, my mother couldn't
live without those public toilets filled with semen; she needed men to rape her every day. Now, she especially craved men suckling her
nipples, becoming aroused 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, 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, producing
more milk.

My mother's milky breasts attracted more men to rape her. Every day, while she was being raped at the gas station...
The time gradually increased to 10 hours, 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 lasted 10 minutes,
she served nearly 60 clients daily, not including double services and double fees. Because of her milk production, her fee
increased to $15 per 10 minutes. Back at her apartment at night, she would serve my members as usual,
increasing the number of members who raped her for free to 9 each night, extending the time to 3 hours. Thus, aside from eating,
sleeping, and cleaning, my mother was repeatedly raped for nearly 15 hours a day.
Almost suckled her breast milk, 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
amount each month, more than enough to improve her diet and supplement her nutrition.

If we calculate based on my mother being raped by 66 men in turns every day, assuming these are regular customers and
they rape , seven days a week, she alone satisfies the sexual needs of 462 men. This doesn't include Kevin
, Michael, the gas station attendant, and 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 foreign 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 "public wife" of the local poor, black people, and poor foreign 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 in reality, my mother experienced it in less than a year. From the moment Kevin first raped her in the bathroom
, my mother developed an inextricable connection with toilets. Through repeated rapes, her
voluptuous body and sexual organs were utilized in unprecedented ways, satisfying the sexual needs of hundreds of men—
a truly remarkable feat.

(The End)

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