Mother's Prison Game

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My Mother's Game in the Female Prison

(6510 words,

Part 1)

My mother's name is Jin Minzhen. She is thirty-seven years old and owns a real estate company. The company belongs to my father, but when I was seven, he died in a drunk driving accident. My mother took over the company in her grief, struggling to keep it afloat while raising me alone. I could feel how difficult it was for her, so I never made her angry and was always a good child, at least at home.

During that time, my mother would often get drunk from business engagements and come home very late. I took care of her alone and never dared to ask her why she came home so late. My mother is very beautiful, especially her sexy and alluring figure, which is curvaceous and seems untouched by time. Therefore, she is always surrounded by suitors.

However, my mother's heart is entirely devoted to me, her son, and the company. She has never considered remarriage. I am 15 years old today and in my first year of high school at a prestigious high school. My mother and I rarely spend time alone together, so having her by my side on my birthday is the ultimate luxury. Despite this, I don't resent her at all. For me, and to protect my father's life's work, my mother buries herself in her work every day. This worries me greatly about her health; I'm afraid she'll leave me again, because that terrible experience still haunts me.

It happened when I was in junior high school. My mother was detained in a detention center for crimes including illegal fundraising. I was terrified. I cried as I watched her get into the police car and drive away, chasing after it desperately until I collapsed. During that time, I lived with my maternal grandparents. My grandmother had passed away long ago, and my grandfather's health wasn't good. After my mother's incident, she had to take care of me, and soon she fell ill. I felt incredibly lonely and fearful during that period; my once warm and happy family had shattered overnight.

I've dreamt of my parents more than once, but when I wake up, there's only an empty room. My maternal grandfather, due to his advanced age and the shock of my mother's situation, passed away a few months later. I was devastated. The funeral arrangements were handled by the uncles and aunts at my company. I knelt down, crying, begging them to take me to the detention center to see my mother. My mother's secretary, Aunt Liu, took pity on me and took me there. When I saw my mother, her once radiant and beautiful image was completely gone. She was wearing a gray prison uniform, and her once jet-black hair had been cut short. Her face was also haggard. When my mother saw me, she cried tears of joy.

Through the thick glass window, I pressed my little hand against the glass, and my mother raised her hand to touch mine. Mother and son looked at each other and wept bitterly. Because visiting hours were limited, we cried for a while before I picked up the phone. I told my mother about my grandfather's situation, and she cried uncontrollably. As we were talking, I glanced at her and suddenly noticed a bruise on her wrist. I was shocked and asked her about it. She looked flustered, but after a while, she managed to calm herself down and said it was an accident. I was too young to understand at the time and didn't think much of it. Because my mother's case was under investigation, her secretary, Aunt Liu, couldn't see her. So, my mother gave me a few brief instructions and was told that visiting hours were over. I told her to take care of herself and that I would wait for her to come back. Mother and son said goodbye in tears.

About six months later, my mother's case was finally solved. It turned out she had been deceived and framed. Fortunately, the police found a suspect through clues and followed the trail to uncover the mastermind. Under investigation, the truth came out. My mother was proven innocent and, after serving five months and twenty-one days in prison... My mother finally stepped out of that iron gate. I rushed to her, crying, and hugged her tightly. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed and we embraced. After half a year of torment and agonizing waiting, mother and son were finally reunited.

In the days that followed, we returned to our peaceful lives, but I gradually noticed that my mother was different from before. One night, I woke up needing to urinate, so I groggily got up and ran to the toilet. Although my room had its own bathroom, I felt extremely thirsty and wanted to go downstairs to the refrigerator for a bottle of ice water. We lived in a villa, and my room was on the second floor at the far end, while my mother's bedroom was next to the stairs. So, I had to pass by my mother's room to go downstairs. Just as I was about to go downstairs, I suddenly heard a faint sound coming from inside. My mother's door wasn't closed tightly, leaving a crack. I thought it was her snoring, so I didn't pay much attention and deliberately walked very quietly. After going downstairs, I went straight to the bathroom to relieve myself, then opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of ice water. I gulped it down, and my parched throat finally felt better.
After a few sips, I headed to my room. As I was walking back upstairs, I heard a series of ethereal moans drifting from my mother's room. I assumed she was feeling unwell, but as I approached her room, I heard the moans mixed with a buzzing sound, exactly like the sound of my father's electric shaver when I was a child. Intrigued, I peeked through the crack in the door, and what I saw utterly shocked me; my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The cool, silvery moonlight streamed in through the gauze curtains, illuminating my mother's beautiful, snow-white skin. She lay naked on the bed, her legs bent in an M-shape, one hand holding a strange object that flashed a small red light in the darkness, moving against her genitals. The buzzing sound seemed to be coming from there. Because of the dim light, I couldn't initially discern what the flashing red light was. I saw my mother's other hand caress her breasts, kneading them and occasionally playing with the two plump nipples.

My mother moaned softly. I wasn't ignorant about matters of the heart; although this was the first time I'd seen a woman moan like this, I'd seen plenty of porn. Seeing her satisfied expression, hearing her seductive moans, my dormant "second brother" was awakened.

My mother held that strange thing between her legs for a while, then suddenly picked it up and brought it to her mouth, licking it. I then realized it was a ball-operated electric vibrator; the red light was coming from it. Her tongue was licking the constantly writhing shaft. Watching my usually elegant and dignified mother now masturbating like a harlot with such an obscene device, I was utterly shocked. The goddess-like image of my mother I had always held in my heart crumbled at that moment… No… Mom, how could you become like this… Are you… are you really my mother? …At the same time, I felt a strange thrill! My heart raced, my blood surged.

My mother was probably licking the vibrator's fluids. After licking for a while, she opened her sexy, rosy mouth and took it in. Then, her right hand gripped the vibrator and began moving it in and out of her mouth. Her other hand caressed her chest for a while before reaching down to her genitals, rubbing her clitoris. At the same time, she made muffled sounds with the constantly rotating vibrator in her mouth. Seeing this, I couldn't hold back any longer, so I pulled down my pajama bottoms and underwear and started masturbating. My mother then rubbed the vibrator down her chest to her lower abdomen, and finally rubbed it against her vulva before inserting it into her vagina. Perhaps the frequency was too high, because as soon as it entered her vagina, my mother's slender waist couldn't help but arch, and her delicate body trembled. She couldn't help but let out a loud "Ah!" Then she quickly covered her mouth, looked up at the door, and I was startled, so I quickly hid to the side.

Thankfully, Mom didn't notice. She probably just cried out and was afraid of waking me, so she peeked towards the door. After a long while, I cautiously peeked through the crack in the door again. Mom was now kneeling on the bed, her plump, pink buttocks raised. Her hand was between her legs, holding a vibrator and inserting it into her vagina. Her wanton moans rang out again, "Ah...ah...um...um...Sister Zhou...my pussy is so itchy...help me get it out...ah...quick...come and fuck my cunt..." I was shocked. Sister Zhou? No way? Mom...she's a lesbian? The thought made me feel incredibly uncomfortable. Then I shook my head, thinking, "Damn, maybe I'm just imagining things. Mom is calling for Zhou Jie. Who is Zhou Jie? Mom has a new boyfriend?" This thought made me extremely uncomfortable. Mom belongs to my dad, and she'll always be mine. I don't want her taken away by another man.

As her hands moved faster and faster, Mom's body trembled slightly. Her moans grew louder and louder. Finally, she climaxed, releasing a torrent of pleasure. Mom collapsed onto the bed, the vibrator still inserted in her vagina. Watching this lewd scene, I held my breath and ejaculated into my pants... Then I tiptoed back to my room.

From then on, I often witnessed Mom's late-night "passionate performances," and she spent less time at home than before. One time, while Mom was taking a shower, I passed by and suddenly had a wicked thought: I wanted to ask about the smell of her stockings and underwear. As if possessed, I quietly went to the bathroom and saw Mom's clothes in the laundry basket. I excitedly rummaged through them. At the very bottom, I finally found Mom's underwear and stockings. As I picked them up like treasures, I suddenly felt a cool, refreshing sensation on the black stockings. Huh? What is this? I carefully unfolded the stockings and saw a hole in the crotch. Even stranger, the cold spot was sticky. Upon closer inspection, I was horrified. There was a patch of sticky residue near my mother's thigh on the stockings. I brought it to my nose and smelled it—the pungent odor of semen… I stood there, stunned, as if struck by lightning. My mother… had a man. That was the first thought in my mind.

Looking at the man's mark on the stockings, imagining that man riding on my mother, I was consumed by jealousy. In a fit of rage, I pulled my mother's panties inside out with my left hand, pressing the crotch against my nose. With my other hand, I picked up the expensive stocking stained with another man's semen and began to masturbate my rock-hard penis. Soon after, I ejaculated with a muffled groan, taking a deep sniff of the lingering scent of my mother's vaginal fluid on the panties. Then I wiped it on my penis and put it back with the stocking.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, I'm already 15 years old, having been admitted to the provincial key high school, No. 3 Middle School, with excellent grades. Now I'm a first-year high school student. The day my mother learned I got into No. 3 Middle School, she was overjoyed. She specially canceled her work schedule for the day to take me to the amusement park for a fun-filled day. When we returned home after having dinner out, my mother still had a smile on her face, and I was extremely happy too. Seeing my mother so happy, I was willing to do anything.
Back home, we sat on the sofa watching TV. I happily snuggled up to my mother. You know, opportunities like this are rare. My mother is a very busy person, with endless dinners and schedules every day. Let alone sitting and watching TV with her, even having dinner with her is sometimes a luxury. We both have TVs in our rooms, but even when we have time to watch them, we don't usually sit in the living room downstairs. Being able to sit with my mother and watch TV like this today, even if I had to watch those brainless dramas written by obviously flawed writers, I would be incredibly happy. Since my father passed away, our family has rarely had the chance to sit together like this and enjoy this warm and happy feeling.

I checked the time; it was already 8 PM. Snuggled against my mother, watching a Korean drama on Hunan TV with her, inhaling her sweet scent, I felt a stirring within me. I glanced down at her and saw her ample breasts, her large, firm breasts bobbing gently with her soft breaths. I recalled that late-night glimpse of her, the alluring sight of her soft hands caressing her breasts. My erection was complete. Drooling, I desperately resisted the urge to touch those "peach-like" mounds… Just then, the doorbell rang. My mother and I exchanged surprised glances. Who could it be at this hour? I got up and went to the door, pressing the intercom button. The screen lit up.

Three women stood outside. I asked, "Who are you looking for?" The woman in the middle, head bowed, replied, "Oh, is this the home of President Kim Min-jung?" Seeing that the woman had mentioned my mother's name, I pressed the open button. With a click, the door opened, and three women walked in. The woman in the middle looked up, smiling, and asked, "Hello, is Mr. Jin here?" Her gaze stunned me. What a seductive woman… When she looked at me, her eyes seemed to possess a captivating power, making my heart flutter. I shook my head, trying to dispel the distracting thoughts, secretly praising my keen eye! Could this be the legendary bewitching magic?

She chuckled softly, and an aura of lewdness washed over me, leaving me speechless. After a moment, one of the women next to her chuckled and whispered something in the middle woman's ear. Then their gazes drifted to my lower body. I followed their gaze and looked down, my face instantly turning a deep purplish-red. Since it was summer, I was only wearing beach shorts. My erect penis stood erect, creating a small tent. I was incredibly embarrassed and covered my sensitive area with both hands. The three women laughed so hard they were doubled over. I lowered my head, not daring to look at them again, and hurriedly said, "Please come in, ladies, my mother is inside..." Then I turned and fled inside.

When the three women appeared, my mother jumped to her feet, her face a mixture of panic and fear. I curiously looked at my mother, then turned to look at the three women. It was the woman who had just embarrassed me who spoke first, "Mr. Jin, we meet again..." My mother's expression faltered for a moment, then she quickly put on a smile and said, "Sister Zhou, Sister Xu, and Sister Li...you...what brings you here..." I was shocked by my mother's words. Sister Zhou? Was that the name my mother had called out while masturbating late at night? Holy crap! She really was a woman? What...what's their relationship? The woman who had embarrassed me chuckled softly and said gently, "What? Mr. Jin isn't welcoming me?" My mother, desperately trying to hide her unease, pulled me along, smiling, and said, "Son, quickly... quickly call them aunties. This is Aunt Zhou, this is Aunt Xu, and this is Aunt Li..." I blankly called out, "Aunties Zhou, Xu, and Li, you three..." My mother glared at me, then said to them, "Three sisters, this is my son, Liang Jie. Hehe, he's just a child and doesn't know any better, please don't take offense..."

The woman who had made my little brother stand at attention was the one my mother had mentioned, Sister Zhou. She smiled at me and said, "Really? Hehe, what a handsome young man. Hello, Xiao Jie, from now on, call me Sister Zhou. Calling me 'auntie' makes me sound old, Mr. Jin, don't you think?" After saying that, she looked at my mother meaningfully. My mother's face turned pale, and she glared fiercely at Sister Zhou. Sister Zhou met my mother's gaze without flinching. Their eyes met, and the atmosphere became unusually tense. The woman next to me, Sister Xu, coughed a few times, and then the two women looked away. My mother looked at me and said softly, "Son, I have something to say to the three aunties. You should go back to your room first..." I replied regretfully and went upstairs. After I left, Mom's face turned cold. "Sister Zhou, how did you get out?" she asked.

"Just like that?" Sister Zhou said casually. Mom's face turned pale. She exclaimed, "My God, are you... are you crazy?... You actually broke out of prison..." Sister Zhou laughed. "If we didn't break out, did you expect Mr. Jin to come and rescue my mother?" "Sister Zhou, let me explain. I've been trying to get things done since I got out. But your case is no small matter. It's not that easy..." Sister Zhou's smiling face suddenly turned icy. She scoffed, "Sweet talk! Fine, if you won't help me, I won't force you. We'll hide here for a few days until things calm down. Then we'll leave. But let me make this clear: if you dare do anything foolish, your precious son..."

The mother, her phoenix eyes flashing with murderous intent, said, "If you... if you dare touch a single hair on my son's head, I'll fight you to the death!" Sister Zhou suddenly chuckled, putting her arm around the mother and saying, "We were just joking with you, sisters. Your son is so handsome, how could I bear to hurt him? We haven't been with a man in ages. Just now, your son got hard when he saw us. How about it? How about we borrow your precious son for one night?" The mother, blushing and angry, said, "Sister Zhou, I'll say it again, if you dare touch my son, we'll all perish together..." Sister Zhou's cold gaze met the mother's, and she said in a deep voice, "You shameless slut, how dare you talk to me like that now... When you were inside..." "If it weren't for my protection, would you still be alive? Humph! I asked you to do something, and you dragged your feet and refused. Now that we've escaped, we're hiding in your house. If something really happens, you won't escape being charged with harboring a fugitive! Before the cops find us, I have plenty of ways to take your son's life..."

The mother stared coldly at Sister Zhou for a long time, then gradually lowered her head: "Sister Zhou, I... I beg you, don't hurt my son. I'll give you anything you want... Please, please let my son and me go..." As she spoke, she knelt on the ground and began to sob. Sister Zhou squatted down in front of the mother with a smile, lifted the mother's skirt, and slid her hand toward her private parts. The mother tried to get up to avoid it, but Sister Xu and Sister Li held her down firmly. Sister Zhou rubbed her mother's vulva through her stockings, then chuckled lewdly, "Mr. Jin is having such a lucky time out there, getting men to fuck his cunt every day. We sisters are suffering, going crazy for men in here.

Hey! How long has it been since we played those palace games (referring to the detention center)? Tonight, let's have some fun… take her to the bathroom." Hearing this, her mother writhed in terror, pleading, "Sister Zhou, I beg you… please spare me, don't torture me anymore…" Sister Zhou laughed, "Little sister, that's not fair. We sisters have been pent up for so many years. You won't let us play with your son, so we have to find someone else to play with, right?"

"Please...let us go! I...I'll give you money, you can use it to go find some male prostitutes, okay?" Sister Zhou pinched her mother's delicate, pointed chin and said softly, "We sisters don't want your money. It's been so long since we've disciplined our younger sister. We miss the days in the palace, when President Jin knelt on the toilet floor drinking our piss, looking so lowly. Hehe...we'll have some fun tonight..." Her mother struggled in terror and cried out angrily, "You...you devils...let me go...Sister Zhou...please...spare me...I'll do whatever you say, I don't want to drink piss anymore...you...kill me..."

Sister Zhou clicked her tongue and sighed, "Scream louder, let your son hear it too, maybe then we can have a mother-son fun...it's so interesting, President Jin, oh President Jin, you just once ..." "I've disappointed you again, sister... Sigh! Well, today I'll make you despair. My life is over, but I'll ruin you too. I'll turn you into a slut, and make your son solicit customers for you, turning this place into a brothel. The dignified CEO of Tianhai Real Estate, actually becoming a prostitute—that's explosive headline news, isn't it?"

The mother gave up struggling. Recalling that agonizing scene, her heart sank. After a long while, tears streamed down her face as she said, "What do I have to do for you to let me go?" Sister Zhou smiled innocently and sweetly said, "It's simple, just four words: obedient and cooperative..." The mother looked at her desperately, nodded deeply, and after a long while murmured, "Okay, I'll listen to you... just please don't hurt my son..."
"That's a good girl, you'll be just as wanton as you were inside, understand?" Seeing Mom nod helplessly, Zhou Jie and the other two exchanged glances, revealing devilishly wicked smiles.

The four of them went to the bathroom, took a shower, and then dragged Mom into her room, closing the door behind them. At that moment, I was in my room playing online games and chatting with those idiots in the class group chat, completely unaware of the torment my mother was enduring. I pushed open the door and looked downstairs; all the lights were off, so I assumed the three women had left. Then I went back to my room. I played games for a while, and after a long time, a deep drowsiness washed over me. So I turned off the computer. I took a shower in the bathroom in my room, then took off my clothes and went to bed, slowly drifting off to sleep…

I don't know how long I slept, but suddenly I heard a commotion outside the door. I turned over and tried to go back to sleep, but the noise wouldn't go away, and I slowly drifted off. I sat up, got out of bed, and went out of the room. The sound became clearer and clearer; it was a woman crying and screaming… and it seemed to be coming from downstairs. I leaned over the railing and looked down, and I was instantly stunned, as if struck by lightning…

(To be continued)

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