Poor Mother Part 3 (10)

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The next day, having filmed until 3 a.m. the previous night, Shanzi and I were exhausted and fell asleep as soon as we got back to our lodgings. We didn't wake up until very late in the morning... I looked at the clock on the wall and it was already 10:45!
Shanzi and I quickly got dressed and put on our shoes, and rushed to Heipi's house to pick up my mother.
As soon as we approached his yard, we saw Heipi sitting at the gate, a Hongtashan cigarette dangling from his lips, legs crossed, chatting with a group of people. I glanced at them and realized that many of them had gang-raped my mother the night before.
A surge of anger welled up inside me.
With Shanzi emboldened by me, I didn't need to worry about anything. I stepped forward, pointed at Blackie's big red nose, and asked him, word by word, "Hey, where's my mom? Where is she?"
Blackie glanced at me, his disdainful eyes suddenly gleaming, and then he shouted to the crowd, "Come and see! This is that slut's son, haha!"
Immediately afterward, a few young men started jeering, calling me "turtle son" and "little bastard" over and over again. I blushed furiously, feeling both ashamed and indignant, but I couldn't refute it because it seemed to be true...
It seemed Shanzi had to step in himself: "Brother Hei Pi, it's about time. Brother Kun is waiting for us to go back. Where's that woman?"
Hei Pi uttered a few words indifferently: "Inside."
Just as we were about to go in to check, Hei Pi immediately blocked the courtyard gate, repeatedly saying, "Almost done, almost done..."
"What are you playing at, Hei Pi!"
Shanzi's face clearly darkened, his fists clenched tightly, his tall figure radiating power in the sunlight.
Everyone in this area knew how ruthless Shanzi was, and Brother Kun behind him was even more formidable. Seeing this, Hei Pi immediately put on a servile face, bowing and scraping, and even offered cigarettes to Shanzi and me: "Well... well, a few old friends were late last night, and now... we're not... done yet..."
Seeing his stammering appearance, I guessed there must be something else going on.
Sure enough, several men came out of the house as we were talking. I counted in my mind—seven in total, and all of them were unfamiliar faces.
"Fuck your mother! Blackie, you dare to play us? What kind of old friends are these?!"
Shanzi grabbed Blackie's collar, his eyes wide with rage, his aura intimidating. Seeing this, the people around rushed over to pull Shanzi away, trying to calm him down...
It turned out that these seven men were Tibetans from Tibet, doing herbal medicine business in the area. They had been there for almost two years, and almost everyone in the neighborhood knew them. These seven men were all tall, strong, and robust, and it was said that Tibetans had extremely strong sexual prowess and were very rough in bed.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but worry for my mother.
After coming to the mainland, these Tibetans had tried to satisfy their sexual needs at local hair salons and massage parlors, but the women who had served them all complained that they couldn't handle it, that it was too rough, and that they wouldn't take them again no matter how much money they were offered.
This time, because Hei Pi promised to give Kun Ge a thousand yuan in compensation, but after he had vented his lust on my mother the night before, he went back on his word and refused to pay. So, someone gave Hei Pi a terrible idea: sell my mother to those Tibetans for a thousand yuan. These seven Tibetans hadn't tasted a woman for months, and since they shared similar interests, they had previously ganged up on a prostitute from the mainland. Today, for just a thousand yuan, they could have sex with a sexy mature woman like my mother, so why not...
After hearing this, I immediately rushed into the inner room... As expected, what I saw was a horrific scene: My mother was bound in a spread-eagle position with hemp rope, her mouth stuffed with her own flesh-colored stockings, lying on the empty bed, barely breathing. My mother was breathing weakly, her head drooping limply to the side. Upon closer inspection, I could clearly see many red finger marks, purple scratches, and pools of milky white semen on my mother's naked upper body. The most horrifying thing was my mother's breasts. Her two large, white breasts had been cruelly burned with cigarette butts, leaving three or four red marks!
These Tibetans were utterly inhuman, their actions utterly outrageous!
"Mom, I've come to pick you up. Are you alright?"
I asked my mother softly with pity, but I doubted she could hear me.
Sure enough, after a long while, my mother slowly sat up. She spat out a crumpled stocking from her mouth, her eyes not looking at me, but weakly pointing to the clothes scattered on the ground.
Then, just as I was about to help my mother get dressed, Blackie walked in from outside and said, "No need to dress her. Now that those Tibetan barbarians are gone, let me have another go!"
As he spoke, Blackie started unbuckling his belt.
"My mom's been treated like this, can't you even let her catch her breath?!"
"Damn it...you little brat, talking back to me! Want a beating?"
Blackie said, rolling up his sleeves, looking fiercely ready to fight. Shanzi wasn't around, and I wasn't sure what was going on outside, so I felt a little timid. Faced with Blackie's threat, I could only stand there, not daring to make a move.
My mother immediately saw my fear. She patted me weakly, signaling me to go outside and wait for her: "Alright, alright...Xiaohao, you go out first..."
"But, Mom..."
My mother waved her hand firmly. I understood what my mother meant and reluctantly left the room.
The moment I stepped out the door, I heard my mother's heart-wrenching scream. I went back and saw my mother being ridden like a fat pony by Blackie, her mouth stuffed with a flesh-colored stocking.
My mother screamed and begged for mercy, shaking her head, as Blackie dragged her across the large bed.
Blackie pulled at her long, chestnut-yellow hair and kicked her swaying breasts, his movements extremely brutal. After a while, Blackie picked up a slipper and slapped my mother's fat buttocks hard, "riding" her like a horse. The plastic soles of the slippers slammed heavily against her flesh, the sound echoing throughout the room.
"You filthy bitch! Didn't your son talk back to me? What happened? Did it work? Now I'm riding on top of you, you old beast, doing whatever I want! Hahahaha~"
...
Two days later, because she had been gang-raped for over ten hours that night by a group of single cops, my mother's "results"
were quite severe. She only gradually recovered her strength this morning. Fortunately, Kun and the others had been relatively merciful these past two days, not touching her again, so my mother's body had recovered relatively well.
The longer my mother stays home to rest, the lower her "output" as a cash cow becomes. Kun Ge won't take good care of my mother for nothing; for a scumbag like him, his own money-making business can't be delayed in the slightest. Sure enough, around 1 p.m. this afternoon, he took my mother to that abandoned factory to film again.
Before they left, I watched them anxiously from upstairs, my heart aching for my mother.
However, Kun was a man of his word. He told Shanzi and me that we didn't need to go out handing out flyers today, because tomorrow morning, the four of us would drive to the provincial capital as Kun had promised.
Since we had nothing else to do, Shanzi and I got into Kun's car and headed to the abandoned factory to watch my mother and a bunch of men perform a sex scene.
When we arrived at the huge old factory, the camera, set, high jump mats, and everything else were already set up. The young director from the film school stood in the center of the factory, talking to three or four men of varying ages. These men, judging from their faces, ranged from their early twenties to their forties, but all were unfamiliar faces.
Sigh, soon these guys would be fucking my mother. Looking at their lecherous, obnoxious faces, I felt nauseous. What's even more infuriating is that they didn't have to pay for having sex with my mother; it was completely free. They only needed to wear hoods to cover their ugly faces and then they could enjoy my mother's ripe and beautiful body to their heart's content.
After a while, my mother came in through the side door of the factory—or rather, she was "carried" in.
Following everyone's gaze, I turned my head and saw my mother bound tightly with several thick hemp ropes. Her hands were raised above her head, and one of her thighs was raised at a ninety-degree angle, exposing a clump of dark pubic hair. As I got closer, I noticed that my mother was soaking wet, and each of her full breasts had two metal nipple rings on them…
Instinctively
, I went over to untie the ropes and help my mother, but she calmly shook her head and refused. My mother also told me that the young "director" made her maintain this difficult position; her body, head, and feet were not allowed to move. They had rehearsed for a long time for this afternoon's performance, so I shouldn't worry too much.
Then, I heard a buzzing sound coming directly from my mother's genitals… I glanced down, somewhat confused. A strange man next to me noticed and lewdly told me that it was a vibrating egg, one large and one small, placed inside my mother's vagina, both fully charged and running at full speed! To keep my mother's vagina constantly moist, they would use vibrating eggs and massage sticks to "warm her up" before each filming.
This "warm-up" was also a perk for many bystanders, as anyone present could participate. Besides this, my mother not only had a vibrating egg in her vagina, but also a long string of steel beads inserted into her anus.
In the center of the factory, the young man had already adjusted the camera lens, and the other DV camera operators were also in position. Kun told Shanzi and me to be quiet; everyone had to remain silent during filming.
The first shot was a close-up of my mother's vulva and buttocks: ...The rope circled my mother's large buttocks, passed through her wet genitals, and tightened from her lower abdomen. The man next to her pulled, and the entire length of the rope disappeared between my mother's labia majora and minora. My mother's eyes were slightly closed, her lips tightly bitten. Pulled by the man, she struggled to move, the rope rubbing against her vaginal opening as she walked. Before she had taken more than a few steps, half of the rope was already soaked with the vaginal fluid secreted by her genitals.
After filming this close-up, the young director picked up a piece of cardboard and held it up in the air. I looked up and saw two large characters written on it: "Oral Sex."
Next, the guy who had been pulling my mother along with the rope was no longer in the shot. After he left, my mother could only stand on one leg, awkwardly.
Then it was finally the turn of the men who had "signed up" by handing out cards.
Perhaps because they were all wearing hoods, the men were all very relaxed, showing no stage fright whatsoever, which really surprised me. They swarmed around my mother, quickly and skillfully untying the rope binding her. However,
I later heard from Brother Kun that recently, almost all the cards they handed out had been snatched up by a few familiar faces. But Brother Kun wasn't relying on these perverts for money anyway, so what difference did it make who fucked my mother? So Kun chose a few "playful" men from among these familiar faces, and had them participate in every group sex scene my mother filmed.
No wonder they were all so at ease in front of the camera, and so adept at playing with my mother's body...
Later
, because this scene mainly involved "oral sex," the men all took off their pants, pulled out their penises, and stood in a circle around my mother, four or five penises of varying lengths, standing erect in front of her.
After being freed from the ropes, my mother's breasts, buttocks, and back were covered in red welts, which broke my heart! But my mother seemed to have gotten used to this physical pain. She knelt expressionlessly among the men, not raising her head, repeatedly sucking and licking the penises in front of her with her small mouth. The quiet scene was suddenly filled with "tsk tsk" sounds, showing how hard my mother was working.
The oral sex scene took about twenty minutes to film, but none of the men ejaculated, indicating they had come prepared. The young director then changed the filming schedule, holding up a cardboard sign that read "Masturbation."
Upon seeing the words, my mother's expression immediately turned somewhat mournful, but before she could react, the men each grabbed one of her thighs, forcibly spreading her legs as wide as possible.
Helpless, my mother could only reluctantly reach for her genitals. The camera immediately zoomed in, showing my mother's thick labia turned outwards. She gently separated them with her index and middle fingers, and the pulsating flesh inside her vagina could be vaguely seen. At the same time, her other hand wasn't idle; she skillfully pinched her nipple, rhythmically kneading it gently.
The young director seemed to think my mother's movements were too slow, so he gestured for the man next to her to help her "get the feel" of it.
Then, a man squatted down and quickly flicked my mother's clitoris with his fingers, constantly asking her lewd questions:
"Auntie, what are you doing?"
Judging from the clear voice, it was undoubtedly a young man.
"Self...self-touching..."
"Why are you touching yourself?"
"I...want a man..."
My mother was so ashamed she wanted to disappear, but she still answered his questions honestly.
"At your age, why do you still want a man?"
"Because...because I...like penises..."
"Like one penis, or many penises?"
"Many penises...please, don't..."
My mother's voice grew softer and softer, but her breathing became more and more rapid. Under the dual humiliation of mind and body, my mother felt weak all over, and her vagina was throbbing with unbearable pain. The young man who had just asked her questions seized the opportunity and suddenly inserted two fingers into my mother's vagina at the same time, filling the entire vaginal wall.
My mother couldn't help but scream "Ah!" Then the young man suddenly dug at her pubic bone, and the inner walls of her vagina immediately contracted rhythmically, tightly gripping the young man's two fingers.
A few seconds later, in full view of everyone, my mother actually had an orgasm: her body convulsed violently, and her two white thighs kicked and thrashed in the air as if electrocuted.
The afterglow of my mother's orgasm hadn't faded when the men, already ravenous, finally found release—the young director held up a sign that read "Fuck the Hole"—and they pounced on my mother, their hard, iron-like penises taking turns ravaging her little cunt. The lewd atmosphere on set reached its peak, my mother relentlessly fucked in various positions and postures. Sometimes I saw her head tilted back, her plump buttocks raised, giving a blowjob to the man in front while being pushed around by the man behind; other times I saw her head swaying with dazed eyes, her big buttocks sitting on a man's penis, while her hands gripped two penises, stroking them up and down. My mother's wet cunt, anus, and mouth—these three delicate orifices on her body—were constantly filled with men's penises. As the men's movements became increasingly rough, my mother's wanton moans grew softer and softer until finally, she was too exhausted to make a sound.
Halfway through, my mother was so exhausted from being fucked that she collapsed to the ground, her limbs limp. At that moment, someone picked up a vibrator, turned it on to the highest power, and pressed it directly against my mother's clitoris. My mother trembled violently, letting out another lewd scream. A few seconds later, a stream of golden fluid gushed from her urethra…
Everyone present, including myself, witnessed my mother being played with to the point of urinary incontinence, and they all cheered excitedly!
…
That night, I practically carried my mother home; her strength, which had just recovered from the previous two days, was now completely depleted.
Once home, she lay on the bed, unwilling to move, but I still wiped her body with a damp towel because I couldn't bear to see her covered in sticky semen. The next day
, I woke up late. Downstairs, Brother Kun was still fast asleep; I could hear his loud snoring through the wooden floor.
My mother, however, got up early and, after a flurry of activity, packed a large bag of things. After I got up, I asked her what she was doing. My mother replied with some surprise, "Weren't we planning to escape when we went to the provincial capital today? She's packing her luggage now!"
At that moment, I couldn't help but laugh bitterly—she's over forty years old, and my mother is still so naive and stubborn.
"Mom, don't you think about it? The fact that they're taking us to the provincial capital today means they trust us, at least they trust me... But if you pack such a big suitcase, they'll inevitably become suspicious!"
Hearing me say this, my mother immediately realized what I meant and felt that she was indeed being a bit silly.
"What about all this stuff? Are we just going to leave it all behind?"
My mother looked at the various clothes in the suitcase and couldn't help but feel a little heartache.
"Of course not! These are all material possessions; survival is the most important thing, Mom!"
Not long after, Brother Kun came upstairs and knocked on the door, telling us to hurry up and pack, as we were leaving in half an hour. He had arranged to meet someone in the provincial capital. Before leaving, I specifically asked my mother to change into a pair of flat shoes and wear a loose-fitting dress, in preparation for any unforeseen circumstances.
Of course, neither my son nor I forgot the most, most, most, most important thing: the considerable sum of money we'd always kept hidden in the bra compartment of my mother's breasts. [Recent rating record for this post: Chrysanthemum is easy to care for - +8 coins; reposting and sharing, a red envelope is offered!]

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