My Latin son

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Chapter 1

My name is Rita, and I'm 49 years old. My husband is four years older than me, and we have a daughter, Yingfang, who is a senior in college. My husband works as an engineering consultant for BP in Venezuela and returns to Taiwan twice a year. Four years ago, my daughter was admitted to the music department of National Sun Yat-sen University and lives on campus. Unless there's a longer holiday, she spends her weekends in Kaohsiung practicing piano or tutoring. I run a small trading company, importing European furniture to Taiwan. Although I'm approaching 50, my 32F breasts remain alluring and firm thanks to swimming three times a week and yoga classes on weekends. My petite 153cm height, coupled with my thick, long, straight, black hair, makes me look like my daughter's older sister.

However, since my daughter left home to study more than three years ago, I've been living alone, and my life seems to have lost its focus. Apart from working and exercising to maintain the pace and rhythm of my life, it seems to lack passion. When I talked to my husband on the phone, I told him how I felt. He mentioned that his company had a collaborative project with the Catholic Church in Venezuela to help impoverished children from single-parent families complete their education. He suggested that I sponsor a Venezuelan child, sending him a fixed $100 USD each month so he could focus on his studies and life, and also writing him a letter every month to show my care and encouragement. I immediately agreed to my husband's suggestion, and through the Venezuelan Catholic Church, I sponsored a 19-year-old boy named Pedro. His father left home without explanation when he was seven, leaving his mother to raise him and his older brother and sister single-handedly. So, after sponsoring him, I sent Pedro $100 USD each month through my husband and wrote him letters in English, encouraging him to study hard, be filial to his mother, and be a good child. From the fourth month onwards, we received letters from Pedro every two or three months, but due to his limited English proficiency, he could only write very simple sentences to express his gratitude and love for us. Sometimes he would include photos of himself in his letters, like pictures of him with his family or of him playing soccer. Pedro's innocent words and sweet smile truly made me feel like he was another child of mine. Three years passed like this, until last April when he wrote to my husband and me, saying he was about to graduate from high school. He was incredibly grateful for the help we had given him over the past three years, not only enabling him to complete his high school degree but also improving his family's life. From his increasingly robust photos and longer letters, I could clearly feel his growth, both physically and mentally, over these years. He had transformed from a skinny little kid into a tall, handsome Latino boy with a charming tan. Being able to share in the joy of growing up with a child I had never met, even though we were thousands of miles apart, I, as his Taiwanese mother, could still feel his warmth and enthusiasm. In his letter, he also said that his biggest dream was to come to Taiwan and personally express his gratitude to his mother who had cared for and encouraged him all these years. Of course, I really wanted to see my Venezuelan son, so my husband and I discussed the possibility of him coming to Taiwan to visit me after graduating from high school. We could also give him some paperwork with our company and Spanish clients, essentially providing him with an internship. Since Yingfang was going to Germany for a music camp during the summer, Pedro could stay in her room. My husband then contacted him again to confirm that he genuinely wanted to come to Taiwan to see me and get to know the country. He then actively helped Pedro with all the airfare and visa arrangements. I enrolled him in a Chinese language course for foreigners at the Mandarin Daily News. Pedro graduated in mid-May and was ready to travel to Taiwan. My husband took him to the airport in Caracas, reminding him of the transfer route in Miami before he boarded the plane, as it was his first time traveling so far from home. My husband wouldn't be back until mid-October due to work, so I would be taking care of our son alone for the next few months.

After a 37-hour flight and two transfers, Pedro finally arrived at Taoyuan Airport at 1 PM. It was already 36 degrees Celsius in Taipei at that time. So that day I wore a royal blue short-sleeved fitted knit top, paired with a gray knee-length pencil skirt and a pair of open-toed high heels. I figured I needed the heels so I wouldn't have to hold my head up too high when talking to Pedro. But even though I was dressed breathably and took a cool, warm shower before leaving the house, I was drenched in sweat as soon as I got out of the car. After waiting 20 minutes at the immigration hall, I finally saw my son, Pedro. We both seemed a little surprised when we saw each other! I hadn't expected him to be so tall, probably around 185 centimeters. Through his sweat-soaked white t-shirt, I could see his sun-darkened, muscular arms and chest. Standing before me, Pedro was not only more handsome and dashing than in the photos, but he also possessed a more passionate charm typical of Latin men. He seemed taken aback by my appearance. The photos I usually sent him were all taken in my office, with my hair up or wearing a serious suit. He couldn't reconcile my relaxed look with the image of a Taiwanese mother he had previously associated with me. But after he recognized me, he immediately rushed over excitedly with his big backpack, put it down in front of me, and then gave me a warm Latin hug. His strong arms pressed me tightly against his broad chest. I felt my large breasts pressed against his stomach, and his sweat seemed to seep through my thin knitted shirt and bra, soaking into my nipples and areolas. My face was pressed against his armpit. Pedro, who hadn't showered for two days, exuded a strong masculine scent mixed with sweat, which wafted into my nostrils without any distance. He must have also smelled my feminine scent, a blend of sweat and perfume. During this one-minute embrace, he whispered in my ear, "Mom, thank you for everything. I missed you and finally see you after so many tasks!" I replied, "My son Pedro, thanks for coming to visit Mom! I've been missing you for years, too. We finally meet!" After the embrace ended, we walked together to the parking lot to go home. On the way, I told Pedro that he was taller and stronger than I had imagined, and Pedro replied that he only realized how young and energetic his Taiwanese mother was after seeing me.

After getting in the car, we drove back to our home in Beitou on the highway. Along the way, I introduced him to Taipei, while Pedro stared intently at every scene outside the window, snapping photos frantically. Everything in this Asian country was a completely new and exciting experience for him. An hour later, we arrived home. It was almost three o'clock. I quickly prepared lunch, and I told Pedro to unpack and pack his luggage while I was preparing lunch, and to take a quick shower and throw his dirty clothes in the laundry basket in the bathroom. Worried that he wouldn't like Asian food, I prepared a few Taiwanese dishes, as well as a steak and some macaroni for him. After he finished packing and showering, I changed out of my sticky pencil skirt and cardigan and into a slightly oversized t-shirt and lounge shorts to eat. However, because of my large breasts, the t-shirt still looked tight. He changed into a more fitted white t-shirt and beach shorts. His leg and armpit hair was really thick. I never expected my 19-year-old son to be so manly. We sat at opposite ends of the table. I don't know if he was too hungry, or if my cooking was really that good, but as soon as he sat down, every dish seemed to be too much for him. I kept getting up to serve him food, rice, and soup. He seemed to catch glimpses of my large breasts, still constricted by my black bra, rising and falling in front of him. In no time, he had devoured everything on the table, including the steak and macaroni. I think he was really starving! After he finished eating, I told Pedro, "I think you need a good nap now; the long flight must have worn you out!" Pedro also said he was really exhausted and needed a good night's sleep, wanting to lie down in bed as soon as possible. After turning on the air conditioning and closing the door for him, I quickly washed the dishes, took a shower, and also washed the pile of dirty clothes, swimsuit, and the clothes Pedro had just changed out of while he was sleeping.

After washing the dishes, I went back to my room to get another set of black underwear to change into, along with the sweater and pencil skirt I had worn before lunch. Then I went into the bathroom. As I took off my clothes and was about to put the black underwear I was wearing into the laundry basket, I noticed that my pantyhose, several thongs, and lace bra were all on top of my pedro clothes, and my swimsuit was at the back of the basket. I guessed that clumsy pedro must have knocked over the basket, so he just haphazardly stuffed the clothes in. Without thinking much of it, I threw all the dirty clothes into the basket and started showering. After showering, I dried my hair, changed into another clean set of black half-cup bra and black thongs, put back on the tight t-shirt and shorts I had just worn, and then took the laundry basket to the balcony to start doing the laundry. But when I put my underwear into the washing machine one by one, I realized that a purple thong and a red low-rise silk thong were missing. The purple thong was made entirely of sheer fabric. I usually wore it during the days when my libido was highest after my period ended, because the sheer fabric, which I couldn't feel, allowed me to feel the friction between my genitals and my jeans or tight skirt. Every time I wore that purple thong to work, by the time I got home in the evening, my underwear was always soaked with vaginal fluid, and I was completely distracted. Sometimes I would deliberately not change out of it, letting it absorb all my vaginal fluid, the whole thing permeated with my wanton scent.

Like this time, I wore it for two whole days, only changing it off after showering before going to the airport to pick up Pedro. The red low-rise thong was a new undergarment I bought just two weeks ago to wear with my low-rise jeans. The crotch of this underwear is very narrow, and often, with just a slight pull, it rubs so hard my genitals become hot and wet. I remember a few days ago I was wearing it at home watching Sex and the City, even masturbating while imitating Samantha's ecstatic expression in bed. But now, besides Pedro's t-shirt, jeans, and underwear, the laundry basket also contains three pairs of pantyhose, a pair of pants, a shirt, a swimsuit, a pencil skirt and cardigan I just changed out of, and four bras, but strangely, only two thongs are missing. I think Pedro must have knocked over the laundry basket, and the two thongs fell behind the toilet and he didn't pick them up. So I went back to the bathroom to check, but I couldn't find them anywhere! Could I have put them somewhere in the house? Full of doubt, I walked out of the bathroom, wondering where they could have fallen. As I approached Yingfang's door, I noticed it wasn't closed properly. Just as I stepped forward to close it, I peeked through the crack and saw Pedro masturbating with my two thongs! He was holding my yellowish-purple thongs, stained with my vaginal fluids, to his face and sniffing them repeatedly. He pulled down his baggy beach shorts, revealing the only part of his body that wasn't tanned—his firm, muscular buttocks. Only then did I truly realize he was a white boy. But what I couldn't believe was that after showering, he wasn't wearing underwear, and was right there on the bed, displaying his terrifyingly huge, thick penis.

My God! My 19-year-old son, Pedro, is a devil! His penis was thick and long, like a giant eggplant, but covered in wild, bitter-gourd-like veins. It was almost 25 centimeters long, and the circumference was probably over 20 centimeters. The glans was swollen and purplish-red, and his two disproportionately large testicles were bulging and red, as if they were filled with several days' worth of semen, ready to be ejaculated into his mother's esophagus. He rubbed his enormous penis and testicles up and down with both hands, while my red silk panties hung on his glans, ready to be used to absorb the thick, fishy semen he was about to ejaculate. His breathing became deeper and faster, inhaling all the lewd scent from my purple gauze thong into his body, and his hands worked his enormous penis with increasing force and speed. Seeing this, I was shocked and my mind went blank. My good son, whom I had cared for for three years, had such a strong desire for me on the very first day. How was I supposed to deal with him for the next three months? Should I pretend I didn't know anything? Should I stop him? How could I tell him he couldn't do this? As I stood outside the door, terrified, pondering these questions, Pedro on the bed became increasingly wild, his breathing more and more rapid and forceful, and my gaze could not leave his muscular body—especially his enormous penis—. Seven or eight minutes later, he straightened all his muscles, suddenly shouted, and Pedro's huge penis ejaculated thick, sticky white semen. Each time it was more intense than the last, my red silk thong simply couldn't absorb his ejaculation, which erupted so quickly.

Not only was my red silk thong completely covered in his thick, white semen, but Pedro's abdomen, thighs, and even his hairy chest were also splattered with his semen. His orgasm lasted over 30 seconds, his semen gushing over his body like a mountain spring, then overflowing onto Yingfang's sheets, flooding the entire bed with Pedro's semen. He picked up the purple gauze thong from his face and used it to wipe the semen off his body. In no time, my yellowish purple gauze thong turned completely white. I seemed to smell the scent of my vaginal fluid mixed with Pedro's semen from outside the door. That scent made me succumb, made me admit that I was a slut, made me admit that beneath my ambition lay a mountain of desire. Pedro was still covered in semen, so he took off his t-shirt to dry himself, then completely removed his beach shorts and threw them on the floor. He hid my two thin panties, soaked with our juices, under his pillow, intending to continue enjoying my mother's lewd scent in his dreams. Then he turned to his side, back to the door, and enjoyed a deep sleep, but his large penis and testicles remained erect and full, showing no signs of shrinking despite the large amount of semen he released. Perhaps he was continuing to have sex with the owner of those panties in his dreams.

Seeing these scenes I shouldn't have seen, while somewhat exciting, the taboo of incest immediately pulled me back to reality. I told myself I should be ashamed of my wet vagina and erect nipples; I should wholeheartedly and purely love my foreign son, and I must let him know what he should and shouldn't do. But I must admit that the forbidden stimulation I just experienced left my mind blank and my body exhausted. All I wanted to do was lie down in bed and get a good night's sleep, completely forgetting the sin that had just happened in Yingfang's room. So, with my penis soaking wet, I climbed into bed and fell into a deep sleep, leaving the dirty clothes in the laundry basket to be cleaned. And I slept from 3:30 to 8:00. I had to get up quickly to prepare dinner for Pedro. After working in the kitchen for an hour, I cooked five Taiwanese home-style dishes for him. After taking off my apron, I rushed to Yingfang's room to wake him up. I sat by Pedro's bed. The room was dark, with only the light from the living room shining through. My two pairs of underwear had been placed next to his pillow; perhaps he had masturbated with them again while I slept. Although he was covered by a blanket, I could see from his unnatural movements that his large penis remained erect and refused to sleep. I whispered in his ear, "Pedro, it's already 9 o'clock in the evening! It's time for dinner. Get up!!" He heard me and seemed to try to open his eyes, but perhaps due to the long flight and jet lag, he couldn't open them, and his tired body couldn't move. So I said to him, "Okay! You keep sleeping, and Moms will eat alone and will leave all the dinner on the table. You could have it later when you get up!" He nodded and then relaxed and continued sleeping. After closing the door for him, I ate alone at the table. After quickly finishing my meal and washing the dishes, I knew it was time to tell my husband that Pedro had finally arrived safely. So I called him and had a good chat, telling him how polite, enthusiastic, and tired Pedro was. Of course, I deliberately omitted all memories of what happened that afternoon. After chatting for a while, I called my daughter in Germany and told her that we had a new big kid in our family today, and that she could see her tall and handsome Latin brother when she returned to Taiwan in September.

After finishing the phone call, I watched TV for a while. Feeling sleepy, I remembered the laundry I was supposed to do that afternoon was still in the laundry basket. But with so much happening today, I simply didn't have the energy to do housework. So I decided to give myself an excuse to be lazy. After turning off the TV, I went to the bathroom to wash up and prepare for bed. Tomorrow I have to take Pedro to the company to meet my colleagues, and I also need to show him around Taipei and buy him some clothes to wear in Taiwan. Back in my room, I took off my bra and changed into my white silk spaghetti-strap nightgown and matching wide-leg shorts. I usually don't wear bras to bed, though, but I always wear underwear. But tonight, my vagina was inexplicably hot and wet, and the black thong I'd just put on that afternoon was soaked with my fluids, so I took it off too and tossed it by the bed to wash tomorrow. Lying in bed, teetering between wakefulness and sleep, I thought about what happened this afternoon. Sleepiness crept in, and reason slowly subsided, while desire grew increasingly rampant with the deepening darkness. The moment Pedro ejaculated into my wet panties kept replaying in my mind, as if he had shot directly into my overflowing vagina. Thinking of this, I took out an XL vibrator from the bedside table, a toy my husband and I had chosen together on a German website. But Pedro's penis seemed even more impressive than the vibrator. Because the legs of my white stockings were wide, I didn't need to take them off to insert the vibrator into my vagina. What happened in Yingfang's room today made my sexual fantasy tonight the theme of being brutally raped by a foreigner with a huge penis in his car. But my sense of morality hadn't completely disappeared; I dared not directly imagine the foreigner who raped me as Pedro in Yingfang's bed. But the afternoon's scene was so stimulating and vivid that even without thinking of the foreigner as Pedro, the size of his penis and the gushing semen alone were enough to bring me to orgasm three times quickly. My pussy, constantly gushing with vaginal fluid, made my lower body as sticky as it was before my afternoon shower. But now I was completely exhausted, too tired to even pull out the vibrator and turn it off. I'd just leave it in and go to sleep, covered in my own vaginal fluid. Tomorrow morning, I'd have to wash myself and my clothes thoroughly before Pedro wakes up.

But around 1 a.m., I was awakened by the sound of dishes slamming on the floor from the kitchen. Pedro must have gotten up to get his utensils for dinner. That's when I suddenly realized that my lower body was completely soaked in the vaginal fluid that was constantly gushing out of my pussy. During those few hours of sleep, I had countless orgasms. I quickly pulled out the vibrator and got up to see what was wrong with Pedro. I opened the door and went into the kitchen. I saw Pedro squatting on the floor picking up broken pieces of food. He was shirtless, wearing only his loose, unbound beach shorts hanging from the bottom of his buttocks. It seemed that his still-erect penis was what kept the shorts on his shapely buttocks. He was quite surprised to see me. But he slowly and shamelessly pulled up his shorts, as if he didn't really care that I would see his large penis. I quickly squatted down to help him pick up the food. He said to me, "Mom, I'm sorry for waking you up. I don't know where the bowl and the tableware are, and I was too dizzy to be careful with these dishes." I quickly helped him up and replied, "It's all right, Pedro. I'm just afraid you might have gotten hurt. Are you alright?" But after I finished speaking and finished picking up the scattered pieces, I realized with a jolt that Pedro had been staring at my body the whole time, and that he had seen everything as I squatted down and turned around. From his vantage point, my thin white stockings couldn't stop him from peeking at my 32F breasts; my dark red, erect nipples were completely exposed.

My white stockings were already soaked through with my juices, turning a slightly yellowish-transparent color, the fabric clinging tightly to my wet vulva. To make matters worse, I hadn't shaved my pubic hair for a month due to being busy, leaving my thick, wet, and vulnerable area completely exposed to my son. As I knelt and turned to pick up the pieces, a slutty bitch's ass and a tight, wet anus swayed so brazenly in front of Pedro, clearly trying to tell him that his Taiwanese mother was an Asian prostitute, and that his large penis hidden in his beach shorts had already locked onto my anus, moving with my hips. By the time I realized Pedro had seen me completely naked, it was too late. But to preserve my last shred of dignity, I quickly took out a bowl and chopsticks from the drawer and told Pedro to eat in the dining room while I continued tidying up in the kitchen.

After Pedro started eating, I knew I had to talk to him and teach him what he shouldn't do. So I went back to my room, buttoned up a long shirt that covered my backside, and then sat opposite him to talk to him. Pedro devoured his food like a wolf, and I spoke to him like a mother would to her child, explaining how a mother loves her child and how a child should respect and protect his mother. I couldn't be too direct; I could only hint that a son should listen to his mother, protect her, and not let bad people bully her. Pedro may have understood, or he may not have understood the meaning behind my words, but he opened his eyes wide, nodded, and said he would definitely be a good boy and protect me, not letting anyone bully me. After he finished eating, I told him to brush his teeth and go to bed, as there were many important things to do tomorrow. He got up and gave me a bedtime hug, but I could clearly feel his fingertips roaming over my back, deliberately pressing me against his chest. Pedro whispered "good night, mom" in my ear, but his tone sounded like he was saying goodbye to a lover, and his deliberately lowered voice and breaths seemed like a deliberate provocation. After he went into the bathroom to wash up, I went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. After washing the dishes, Pedro had already closed the bedroom door, so I quickly went back to my room, locked the door, took off my shirt, and lay down on the bed. The events of the day had exceeded my ability to resist temptation; I was exhausted, both physically and mentally, and the vibrator's relentless stimulation throughout the night made me fall into a deep sleep.

Chapter Two

I slept so soundly that when I opened my eyes it was already 9:30 in the morning. I was supposed to take Pedro to the office to meet my colleagues, so I quickly called my assistant and made up an excuse that Pedro was sick and I had to take him to the doctor, so we wouldn't meet in the office until the afternoon. After the call, I hurriedly got up and went to Pedro's room to wake him up, get ready, and have breakfast. When I opened his door, a blast of cold air hit me, but I saw him lying naked on Yingfang's bed, his beach shorts and blankets scattered on the floor. His morning erection made his large penis stand proudly against me. My two thongs, soaked with my yellow vaginal fluid and his white semen, were firmly clutched in his hands, impossible to take away. To avoid embarrassment, before waking him, I picked up the blankets from the floor and covered him, allowing his large penis and my thongs to escape my sight comfortably. Then I sat on the edge of the bed, gently patted his shoulder, and whispered to him, "Pedro, wake up! It's already 9:30 and we have to prepare for going to the office after breakfast!" But he looked dazed, his eyes closed, and he swayed his head, saying, "Mom, I'm sick! It's so hot in the room! I'm burning now!" I touched his forehead and found that he really was very hot; his cheeks, his neck, his shoulders, and his chest were all burning at the same time. Ah! Pedro was really sick; I had to quickly make him some hot food. So after covering him with a blanket, I hurried to the kitchen to prepare some porridge for him. I took out my white apron and white rice from the kitchen cabinet and started cooking the porridge. I was in a flurry of activity, but finally, I filled the pot with water, washed the rice, turned on the stove, and stood by the pot to cook the porridge for Pedro. Watching the boiling bubbles carrying the white rice swirling in the pot made me even more worried about my son's temperature. He just arrived in Taiwan and already has a fever. How am I going to explain this to my husband and his mother in Venezuela? He doesn't have health insurance yet, how am I going to take him to see a doctor? When we get to the hospital, how am I going to explain his condition to the doctor? Could he have gotten sick in Venezuela? What if he doesn't have a medical record? What should I do if Pedro gets sick? These questions made me stare blankly at the increasingly thick pot of porridge. In that moment, I couldn't hear any external sounds, including the rumbling of the range hood. So I didn't even realize that Pedro, completely naked and with an erect penis, had gotten up while I was cooking porridge in the kitchen, looking at my back as he walked towards the kitchen.

In his eyes, I must have been a pure white, except for the yellow stains on my white stockings from last night's overflowing vaginal fluids. My snow-white skin, silvery pajamas, clean apron, and the two large, plump breasts visible from behind made me look like a petite snowman with her back to him, cooking this pot of porridge. But the confusion in my mind prevented me from noticing his intentions. He suddenly and violently hugged me from behind. His hands were around my breasts, his large penis pressed against my buttocks, with only a pair of faded, thin, wide-legged white shorts between us. After I was pinned against the gas stove and unable to move, he used his other hand to turn my face around and announced to me from above: "Mom, you're so beautiful and sexy! You make me so hot. I love you and I know you love me too! You keep seducing your son! It's time to fuck your juicy pussy now!" Before I could even say no, he immediately shoved his fat tongue into my mouth, grabbed me to the sink and pressed my body into it, clasped my hands behind my back, and spread my legs. But with my legs spread, there was no gap in the white shorts for him to penetrate my pussy. So, in a fit of rage, he roughly tore my shorts to shreds, ripping off my apron and ripping my spaghetti-strap top. My 32F breasts were exposed for him to knead and lick, and he licked and bit my delicate shoulders. I was terrified. I never imagined my 19-year-old son would try to rape his 50-year-old Taiwanese mother in the kitchen the very next morning. I screamed and begged him to stop, but my cries only fueled his anger and excitement. Pedro grabbed my hair, twisted my head, and slapped me several times, telling me I had better be a good girl and obediently accept his rape, or he would break my neck. After saying that, he picked up the torn shorts he had left on the floor, crumpled them into a ball, and stuffed them into my mouth. Then he pulled out the rubber hose from the faucet and used it as a whip, lashing my round, firm, and sexy buttocks hard. After my buttocks were red and bleeding, Pedro grabbed my buttocks, touched my genitals to locate the opening, and I knew he was about to truly rape me. I felt ashamed, but even more terrified, because his huge penis was thicker than my arm, and my vagina was only eight centimeters deep. He was going to insert it into my tiny Asian vagina! This massive South American penis was bound to destroy my vagina and pierce my uterus. The panties in my mouth prevented me from saying no; I could only cry, shake my head, and sob. But Pedro, who had completely taken control of my body, was ready. After finding my opening, he twisted his waist and thrust his hips forward with all his might, plunging his 25-centimeter-long, 7-centimeter-thick Latin penis into my tight vagina in one go. I felt a tearing pain in my lower body and screamed in agony. Even though my Asian vagina was already so wet, and had been stretched to its limit by a large European vibrator the night before, my little honey pot still couldn't accept the invasion of Pedro's huge penis.

He kept yelling, "So great! What a tight Asian bitch's pussy! You are really a Taiwanese bitch who needs to be raped!" With each thrust, he wasn't just piercing the deepest part of my uterus; his glans was tightly packed inside my vagina, scraping out every drop of my honey-like juices. My vagina kept secreting, and his large penis kept turning over these yolk-like fluids, flowing along his penis and down to his two large testicles hanging outside my buttocks. However, my 8-centimeter-deep vagina couldn't possibly contain his 25-centimeter-long, thick penis. Even in the doggy-style position where he could penetrate to the deepest part of my uterus, a large portion of his penis still protruded from my vagina when it reached the very depths of my vagina. But Pedro, wanting to enjoy the thrill of his two large testicles slapping my buttocks and the slapping sounds of bodies colliding in the doggy style, gripped my whip-marked white buttocks tightly, pressing my body further into the sink. Then, after pulling his penis completely out of my vagina, he immediately used all his strength to pull his buttocks back, like a fully drawn crossbow bolt being fired. His massive penis pierced through layers of protection—the labia majora, labia minora, vagina—all the way to my cervix and fundus. I felt this enormous penis seemingly penetrate every part of my genitals, wreaking havoc inside my body. His two large testicles, with each thrust, pressed against my buttocks, making a constant slapping sound. Our genitals, mother and son, were completely pressed together!

My hands were pinned behind my back by Pedro's single hand, my legs were completely powerless and dangling in the air, my body weight was entirely supported by the sink, and I felt excruciating pain. Under his rape, I had completely lost a mother, and even the most basic dignity that a woman, a human being, should possess. I couldn't help but cry out, hoping that Pedro would spare his Taiwanese mother who cared for him so much. But how could Pedro, who was enjoying my incredibly tight and shallow vagina, stop this frenzied rape and absolutely forbidden violence? To prevent me from continuing to cry out, he turned on the faucet in the sink directly above my head, and the powerful jet of water hit my mouth and nose, making it impossible for me to breathe. Even my resistance was suppressed by him. He leaned forward, pressing his entire penis to the bottom, and whispered in my ear, "Shut up, bitch! I know that you Asian sluts always say no when they want to be raped by white guys! I know you enjoy being raped and abused by your hung son, you Taiwanese bitch!" My mouth was full of water and my stockings. I couldn't say no, but my body seemed unable to refute his fallacy, because Pedro kept scraping a continuous stream of yellowish-brown nectar from my pussy with his big glans. It was so much that it dripped from his big balls onto my thighs and ankles, and my pussy kept rhythmically contracting to meet his attacks, wrapping Pedro's big penis tightly without any gaps.

But like burnt porridge, my vagina began to bleed under his ravaging. The mixture of my vaginal fluid and blood made Pedro's already swollen, purplish-red penis look even more ferocious and dazzling. The scent of vaginal fluid and blood permeating the air gave my son even greater satisfaction and power, fueling his insatiable desire and strength to relentlessly and mercilessly rape and abuse his mother. When he sensed my complete submission, my hands utterly powerless to resist, Pedro grabbed my inner thighs, lifting my entire lower body into the air. I braced myself against the edge of the sink, slightly raising my body to reduce the pain of pressing against the sink and to allow my nose and eyes to escape the water jets. My body began to sway rhythmically back and forth with Pedro's thrusts and withdrawals, even though my mouth, unable to utter a cry of pain, still emitted faint moans.

So, after I was completely subdued, Pedro's engorged, veiny penis thrust in and out of my little hole faster and faster, my juices flowing out at the same pace as his rape, turning into pale red fluid that streamed across the floor. Each 25-centimeter-long thrust made my buttocks slap loudly. At this moment, he freed his left hand, turned my face towards him, pulled the silk panties out of my mouth, and then engaged in a deep kiss and tongue-fighting with me. But ashamed, I could only close my eyes, accepting his rape like an ostrich, while Pedro opened his eyes wide, wanting to carefully watch his mother's lewd appearance under the ravages of his huge penis. After controlling my face with his tongue, his left hand began to thoroughly enjoy my two 34F breasts, scratching my two big white mounds until they were covered in red marks, and my two swollen, hard, deep red nipples became even more erect due to his torment and stimulation. Under the triple attack of his oral sex, breasts, and vagina, I was actually on the verge of orgasm. Utterly ashamed, I absolutely could not allow myself to experience a powerful orgasm while being raped by my son. I frantically waved my right hand, trying to stop him, but Pedro felt my vagina contracting and leaking fluid, my body flushing, and my nipples becoming increasingly erect. He knew his Taiwanese slut mother was about to climax, so he pulled me away from the sink, preventing me from supporting myself on the countertop. My legs were already weak, and I couldn't stand up after leaving the countertop, so I involuntarily wrapped my arms around Pedro's neck, pressing my back against his body. We, mother and son, were now completely one, appearing as a perfectly legal rape. This position made it easier for him to abuse my large breasts, while he reached for my clitoris with his thick fingers, teasing my most sensitive spot. Instantly, my vagina erupted, and my first orgasm from being raped by Pedro arrived.

After Pedro felt my vagina suddenly tighten and gush out a large amount of fluid, he pushed his tongue even deeper into my mouth, squeezed my breasts and clitoris harder with both hands, and simultaneously ravaged my cunt at an even faster pace, giving me no chance to breathe. At that moment, my vagina had as much as a liter of vaginal fluid that needed to be released, but Pedro's huge penis acted like a dam, preventing my juices from flowing out, allowing only a small amount to spill out with each thrust. At this point, I was completely limp, unable even to hold onto Pedro's neck, so Pedro put me back on the counter and began to fuck me wildly in the most basic doggy-style position. In the throes of orgasmic pleasure that utterly destroyed my reason and morality, I found myself repeatedly moaning in a daze, "Pedro, please rape me! I'm your bitch! I'm your Asian bitch! I'm your Taiwanese mom bitch! Please fuck me!" Hearing my unconscious yet honest groans, Pedro became even more unrestrained in his rape. With each thrust, my tight, clinging cunt was pulled from my body along with his massive cock.

The powerful, rapid thrusting made my juices almost boil over. After 30 minutes and two or three thousand pounding thrusts, Pedro shouted, "I'm cumming!" I desperately begged him not to ejaculate inside me. But Pedro, already a beast, paid no heed to my pleas. A few seconds later, Pedro's massive cock suddenly swelled, and a torrent of semen gushed from his purplish-red, ferocious glans. Streams of thick semen poured into my vagina and uterus with each tremor of his cock. The scalding semen made my vaginal fluids boil, turning my entire genitals a fiery red as if they were being boiled, and my lower body, filled with hot, sticky fluids and thick semen, swelled up like my large breasts. Pedro enjoyed the pleasure of conquering his mother, closing his eyes and continuously ejaculating his semen from his large testicles into my vagina. His orgasm lasted for almost a minute, and the amount of semen he ejaculated was probably more than a bottle of Yakult. This semen, mixed with my vaginal fluids, rippled in my uterus, as if Pedro's child was inside me. Yet his penis remained as erect as a boulder, as tight as a gate, and even after filling my vagina and uterus to overflowing fullness, he still had no intention of pulling his enormous cock out of my body. After Pedro ejaculated, he grabbed my hair from behind and made me get up; I was his wanton and lowly female donkey. But my legs were too weak to move, so Pedro, after firmly inserting his large penis into my vagina, wrapped his arms around my breasts from behind and lifted me up. My arms were around his neck again, and my legs were hooked around his thighs. He led me out of the kitchen and towards Yingfang's room.

These few meters felt like an eternity to me. It felt like I was being raped again in this most intimate position. With every step, his large penis was thrusting into the depths of my uterus, which was boiling with his semen. My entire lower body was ablaze again from his thrusts, yet I kept shouting, "Don't rape me, please!" Then Pedro and I lay on our sides on Yingfang's bed, and my two thongs were right next to my face. These two panties, mixed with my vaginal fluid and Pedro's semen, probably smelled just like my vagina right now. Pedro wanted to rest, but he wasn't tired, because rape only gave him more energy. He just wanted to use this time to continue tormenting me. After we lay down, he turned my face back to him, and his rough tongue once again invaded my mouth, entwining with my tender tongue. His left hand continued to fondle my large breasts, which he had already bruised. His right hand, however, kept scratching and probing my erect clitoris. His large penis remained hard and erect, continuously locking in the nectar within me. But I could feel his huge penis trembling slightly up and down and side to side inside my vagina; this was both a provocation and a show of force.

He wanted me to know that even after he ejaculated a large amount of semen inside me, his large testicles still held even more semen for me to receive with all my orifices. He also warned me that he had inexhaustible power to rape me at will, and declared that the power relationship between us had been reversed; my son had become my master, and I, his mother, was at his mercy. Under his renewed double assault and the vibrating of his dildo-like penis, my juices gushed forth again, giving me a second orgasm. But Pedro's large penis held my vulva tightly shut, like a copper wall. My vagina and uterus were overflowing with fluids, the scalding juices coursing through my body, making my whole body red and hot. I couldn't help but moan as I kissed Pedro, "Please rape me again, master, I'm your bitch!"—these incestuous and shameless words. When Pedro sensed my second orgasm, he shoved his right finger, which was rubbing my clitoris, into my mouth, wanting me to taste the pungent smell of my own vaginal fluid. I shamefully licked the sticky nectar from his finger; it was indeed my scent! Then he pulled his finger out and slapped me seven or eight times, glaring at me fiercely and cursing, "You're really a slutty bitch by birth!" He then grabbed my hair, shoved the two smelly little penises near my face into my mouth, lifted my left leg with his left hand, and began his second rape of me in a sideways position.

Because it wasn't a doggy-style position where he could fully penetrate, my vaginal fluids couldn't flow out during Pedro's rape. Therefore, each of Pedro's thrusts caused me to secrete even more vaginal fluid, waiting to erupt. Consequently, my lower body felt like it was about to explode from my own vaginal fluids and my son's large penis. This intense feeling was unprecedented, and only I, his Latin son, could experience such intense pain and pleasure. Amidst humiliation and torment, I experienced my third and fourth orgasms in a short period.

My uterus overflowed with vaginal fluid, and my genitals swelled up as if I were three months pregnant. The intense sexual desire I felt during my pregnancy with Yingfang returned, and my vagina contracted tightly with each orgasm. Pedro responded to my vagina's resistance with even more brutal violence and faster thrusting. As a result, my vagina tightened even more, and my vaginal fluid secreted more and faster, with orgasms coming one after another—the fifth, sixth, and seventh orgasms… arriving continuously, while his large penis penetrated even more fiercely and deeply into my nearly bursting vagina. When I reached my eighth orgasm, he pushed my tongue away and shouted, "I'm cumming!" However, he did not stop his rapid acts of violence. Pedro's thick semen, gushing from his large testicles again during his continued thrusting, sprayed from his large glans into my vagina, which he had confined. I felt my uterus burst, my whole body submerged in his semen and my own vaginal fluids. His violent ejaculation lasted about 50 seconds.

I couldn't bear the scalding, thick fluids inside me any longer, and I screamed in agony, "Master, I can't have your huge cock anymore, I'm going to blow off! Please take your huge cock out of my pussy! I beg you!" Then, after ejaculating, Pedro stopped thrusting. I thought he was going to pull out his penis and let me be free, but he pulled me up into a doggy-style position. Then he pressed my head down, stood up on the bed, lifted my buttocks, and used his weight to press them back down, making my body curl into a ball. His penis was now inserted vertically into my vagina, my buttocks about 40 centimeters above my face. Then he slowly straightened up and withdrew his still-erect penis. When only his glans remained inside my vagina, he turned and pinched my nostrils shut with one hand, forcing me to gasp for breath, while pressing my buttocks down further with the other, my face almost touching his.

Then, suddenly, he pulled out the last of his large, purple glans, and my vaginal fluids and Pedro's semen gushed out of my tight vagina like a burst dam, flooding my wide-open mouth. Several liters of the foul-smelling, arousing yin-yang nectar continuously rolled into my mouth, but I couldn't possibly drink it all. My face, my hair, and the entire bed were submerged in the sacred fluids created by Pedro and me. My vagina continued to overflow and gush for over a minute. I drank some of it, but most of it splashed onto my face, then flowed down my hair and body, making me look like a prostitute in a golden pool. Yingfang's entire bed was now stained with the vaginal fluids and semen of his mother and brother. The sheets, blankets, pillowcases—everything was soaked in the wicked, holy water hidden within my vagina. The once tidy bedroom, exuding the natural fragrance of a young girl, was now pungent yet alluringly pungent from her mother's erotic nectar. The sticky, yellowed bedding and the intoxicating scent had transformed the room into a stimulating sex paradise.

After the nectar from my vagina had finished dripping, Pedro got out of bed, walked to the computer, picked up his webcam, and flicked the mouse. The screen immediately showed me lying on the bed, panting. It turned out that Pedro had filmed the entire process of my son raping me. Now, Pedro was walking towards me again. He pulled my head to the edge of the bed, making me hang upside down. Holding the webcam in one hand and pinching my nostrils shut with the other, he shoved his still-erect penis into my mouth as soon as I opened it wide. He said contemptuously, "You bitch, now it's time to rape your mouth after I destroyed your tight Asian pussy. Now, clean my dirty cock with your slutty little mouth and tongue!!" Still dazed, I suddenly found myself in my mouth with a glans the size of my fist. He grabbed my head and forcefully pushed it towards the base of his massive penis, while his thick, hard cock relentlessly penetrated my mouth inch by inch with each twist of his hips. He viciously warned me that if I dared to bite down, he would break my neck and rape me to death.

Not only was I suffocating from being stuffed full of this massive cannon, saturated with the scent of my own juices, but it also completely exceeded the capacity of my mouth, forcibly forcing its way through my esophagus and conquering my sensitive throat. This devilish 25-centimeter-long pillar was now almost entirely submerged in my mouth. I never imagined I would be forced into deep-throating sex! But my first deep-throating experience gave me no chance to practice or adapt, especially since it was the biggest and most terrifying penis I had ever seen. I kept gagging, contracting my esophagus, hoping to spit out this super-sized cock that had ravaged all my dignity, but the more intense my reaction, the more force Pedro exerted, completely suppressing my instinctive rumination. So my mouth became another hole, and my esophagus became another vagina. After he unbelievably shoved the entire enormous penis into my mouth, he placed the webcam on the chair beside the bed, facing my face, while Pedro lay on top of me, his legs tightly clamping my head, and my hairy little hole, which he had already destroyed, was right within his licking range. So he began another rape, but this time it was my mouth that was being violated! My head was sandwiched between his thick legs, and Pedro thrust his hips up and down, while his penis went in and out of my gaping mouth and esophagus, his two large testicles pounding against my eyes. To protect my eyes, I tried to move his testicles away with my hands, but Pedro immediately grabbed my hands, forcing me to caress his two large, fleshy testicles, which I wondered how much thick semen they still contained. His entire weight pressed down on me, and he forcefully spread my legs, exposing my swollen, broken vulva, which he had raped until it was completely turned inside out, to him for the first time.

Pedro inserted his fingers into my wet, loose, and rotten hole, quickly finding my G-spot. He then used his thick tongue to lick my ravaged, red and raw vulva. His warm, rough tongue completely covered my little black hole, his hands spreading my plump, crimson labia, his teeth gently biting my swollen clitoris, his tongue tip probing my vagina, rapidly flicking my G-spot. Within seconds, my previously dry vulva overflowed and gushed forth again. In just a few seconds of tongue rape, I reached my ninth orgasm. I felt ashamed of my wanton and vigorous lust, and even more ashamed of the pleasure this son derived from abusing his mother. But this contradictory combination of my wantonness and the guilt born of my yearning for purity made Pedro's rape of me his greatest pleasure and victory in life. He drank my nectar, drinking every last drop of the surging lust within my vagina. His enormous penis relentlessly assaulted my mouth, thrusting in and out of my esophagus until I could barely breathe. He pumped his hips rapidly, making my mouth and esophagus feel like they were on fire from the friction of his massive cock. The webcam nearby recorded the entire process of me receiving his testicles inside my body with my deep throat. Unable to breathe, my body contracted and stiffened, allowing his cock to enjoy an even tighter, more intense sensation. He quickened his pace, ravaging my mouth. After ten minutes of rapid thrusting and licking, Pedro suddenly pulled out, lifting his large, red glans from deep within my esophagus into my mouth. His legs remained tightly clamped around my head as he turned and shouted at me, "I'm cumming! Eat my cum bitch! If you dare to spit it out, I'll cut off your throat!" Then, immediately, he ejaculated into my mouth for the third time, this time releasing even more semen than the previous two times! His semen was not only incredibly abundant, but it was also fishy and sticky. I wanted to spit it out immediately, but I was worried that Pedro would kill me in his anger, so I could only swallow it little by little. However, his ejaculation was so profuse, and with his glans still in my mouth, some semen spilled onto my face and the floor. Seeing that I couldn't fulfill his orders, Pedro immediately went berserk. After he ejaculated over 100cc of semen into my mouth, he got up, grabbed my hair, and dragged me to kneel in front of him next to the wardrobe. He roared at me, "Damn it! You didn't follow my order, bitch! You didn't eat my cum!" Then he pulled my hair with one hand and slapped me more than a dozen times with the other.

I begged him for forgiveness, telling him that I would definitely do better next time and would drink all his semen, asking him not to hit me again. So he grabbed my throat and started slapping my face with his still-erect penis, while his other hand pinched my nipples hard. I begged him for forgiveness again, humbly and painfully. He said, "Okay, I'll give you one more chance, bitch! And if you can't eat all of it this time, I'll cut off your throat and boobs!" Hearing this, I quickly kowtowed in gratitude. I knelt before his large penis and once again laboriously and reluctantly took his glans into my mouth. Pedro pulled my hair tightly, but he didn't shake my head or move his hips. He just stood in front of me, relaxed and with his eyes closed. A few seconds later, just as I felt my juices gushing from his glans, he gripped my hair even tighter, giving me no chance to escape. But two seconds later, I realized he wasn't ejaculating in my mouth; he was urinating in it. I tried to break free and run away, but he pressed my head down onto his penis, ecstatically warning me, "I'm pissing in your mouth now, bitch! Drink all my pee, or I'll burn the house and kill you." So, with tears and shame, I forced myself to drink every drop of his urine, hoping to please him and save my life.

At that moment, I lost all my dignity!

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