Mother and daughter reduced to sex slaves for Black men (Part 1)

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A Mother and Daughter Reduced to Black Man's Sexual Toilet (Part 1) During my senior year of high school, my family participated in a community-sponsored goodwill campaign, taking in economically disadvantaged international students to live with us for a semester. Charlie, a tall, robust Black student from Swaziland, weighing nearly 90 kilograms, moved into our home at that time. My family was a typical two-parent, one-child family. My father was a bank manager, my mother was a full-time Christian and did housework, and I, needless to say, had to shuttle between school and tutoring classes to carry green peppers. Despite our ordinary circumstances, Charlie, whose Chinese wasn't very good, was still very interested in our lives. He especially enjoyed observing our every move in the house. My mother was a very hospitable person, and quite pretty; I heard she used to be a school beauty queen. To make Charlie feel at home, she specially prepared meals to suit his tastes. Charlie was also a grateful young man, doing as much housework as he could. My father and I were able to completely free ourselves from housework thanks to Charlie's great help. Charlie was truly a kind foreigner. However, I noticed that Charlie and Mom were getting closer and closer. Household chores were usually done separately, but at one point, Charlie would go into the kitchen while Mom washed the dishes, go to the balcony while Mom hung the laundry, and even follow Mom when she went grocery shopping—once I noticed this, I became increasingly concerned about the distance between them. But from the interactions between my parents and Charlie, nothing seemed amiss, so I didn't think much of it. Until one day, I left work early because of a fever, returning home around 10 PM. The only light on was in the bathroom, and I heard sounds of a man and woman making love coming from inside. I immediately felt that this couldn't possibly be something my serious dad would do. So I tiptoed to the bathroom door to eavesdrop. "Haha! No, you can't scratch that place! Charlie, you really are..." It was Mom's cheerful voice. "Xia Yu, nice breasts, Charlie loves them." Then it was Charlie's turn... "No, really no! Take your hands away..." "Xia Yu, make love, make love, come closer to me." "You really are... mmm! Chum... chum..." "Plop! Plop! Sizzle!" So lewd... But why... why would Mom do that kind of thing with Charlie? "Chu, chu wu, wu, mmm... Charlie... mmm, chu, chu..." "Sizzle! Chu plop! Plop! Sizzle! Chu plop!" What? Charlie's mouth sounds so loud, it feels so obscene... I don't understand why this is happening, and my head is spinning. I decided to leave this dizzying place and go back to my room to rest. Although my head was a mess, my body was still so tired that I slept until after 2 pm. When I woke up, there was a warm towel on my forehead, a basin of lukewarm water on the floor next to the bed, and boiled water and cold porridge on the chair next to the basin. My sluggish mind initially thought I was still dreaming, but after a while, I fully woke up and equated these things with my mother. I also remembered what I had heard in the bathroom that morning. I got up and drank some water to relax my still slightly numb head. Just then, I heard my mother's strange cries coming from the living room. "Ugh...! Ah! Ah! Ha, ha! Hiss...!" And there was Charlie's voice, which had made my mother so strange. "Oh! Oh! Xia Yu! Great!" So what happened this morning wasn't a hallucination. No... I still couldn't convince myself that such a thing could happen without seeing it with my own eyes. So I tiptoed again to investigate. On the dark brown armchair that my father usually used in the living room, I saw my mother and Charlie. My mother was leaning against the back of the chair, her round, white buttocks raised, while Charlie, with his dark brown muscles, was squatting on the armrest of the sofa, rhythmically thrusting his long, black penis into my mother's anus. Charlie's firm buttocks, like a pump, maintained the motion of inserting and withdrawing his penis into her anus. Even from a distance, the slapping sounds of his penis thrusting in and out, accompanied by the muscles slapping against her plump buttocks, were clearly audible. I stood at the corner behind them, watching this scene in disbelief. My mother and Charlie, oblivious to my presence, continued to enjoy themselves in front of me. "Ah! Eek, eeek! Charlie, stop for a moment, pause..." "Oh! Xia Yu! Your ass is great! Very great!" "Charlie, I said stop... hiss...!" "Xia Yu's asshole is great! Her asshole is great! Fuck you! Fuck you!" "...Hiss! Hiss!" My mother suddenly shouted for a stop for some reason. I thought she had discovered me, but thinking about it carefully, she couldn't see behind me at all, so I continued to hide at the corner and peek. Ignoring the request to stop, Charlie continued thrusting. Every time his magnificent penis was pulled out of my mother's anus, it looked shiny, and that length... I think it was at least as long as my mother's forearm, right? Can something that big really fit inside her? What a stupid question! Because it was pulled out of Mom's anus... and it would immediately go back in completely, then pull it out completely, back in, back out, back in, back out... Mom, who had been calling for a pause, could only let out hissing sounds of endurance. Mom's legs began to move restlessly, her soft skin being squeezed by the rough, dark brown, and her hairy genitals were suddenly penetrated by Charlie's thick fingers, causing Mom to instantly urinate—right on Dad's sofa, being fucked by a black man until she leaked urine. "Ah... Ah... Charlie, I peed..." "Xia Yu! Bitch! Hahahaha!" "I'm not a bitch..." "Xia Yu! A bitch who needs to be fucked!" "Where did you learn Chinese, really... Ugh! Wait! Ugh! Oh oh oh...!" Charlie dug at Mom's hairy genitals for a while, and when he withdrew his hand, his penis pump also rose upwards, pounding Mom's anus, which was occasionally squeezing out farts, at an even faster speed. The more I listened to Mom's moans, the stranger they sounded. Was it because she was enjoying it...? Would she make those kinds of noises if she were enjoying it? "Hiss—uh... hiss—uh uh...! Ugh... woo-ha! Black guy's penis... so good...!"
Suddenly, Mom's legs went weak, and she couldn't support herself any longer. Her lower body almost collapsed, so Charlie reached down and hugged her abdomen, forcibly propping her seemingly limp lower body up so he could continue thrusting into her anus. "I can't... I can't take it anymore! Charlie... Yu-Yu feels so good, so good...!" Charlie's breathing became rapid without him realizing it, and his movements seemed to slow down a bit. Even so, he continued to fuck Mom. His penis seemed to never feel tired... He had been thrusting hard when Mom's buttocks were still raised high, and now that Mom's legs were weak, he was still relentlessly thrusting. "Xia Yu! You slut who needs to be fucked! Cum! Oh! Cum! Cum oh oh oh!" "Huff...! Huff...! Good, good...! Charlie, cum inside...!" "Xia Yu, Xia Yu, Xia Yu, Xia Yu--!" "Charlie... Ah ha um! Ah um! Ah...!" As their urgent cries merged into one, Charlie's penis pump stopped—Mom's whole body was trembling, Charlie's strong muscles tightly locked her, his penis deeply inserted, and at the edge of her anus where her dark testicles were pressed, Mom leaked a thick, dark brown, foul-smelling fluid... Charlie suddenly gasped. A long, wet penis emerged, and Mom trembled violently. Then, one after another, strands of feces cascaded down onto the sofa… “Ah… Ah… Charlie—so good…” Mom’s weak, panting breaths betrayed her undisguised joy, and her shameful state—from having an affair and being penetrated by a black man until she lost control of her bladder—touched me, who was secretly watching… I didn’t even realize that my underwear was wet from watching. Although I had experience masturbating while watching porn online, that strange excitement was nowhere near as intense as witnessing the lewd scene firsthand… let alone Mom and Charlie. I covered my mouth with one hand to prevent myself from crying out, and with the other, I slipped my fingers under my underwear and nudged the wet opening, then began rubbing her clitoris. After a short rest, Charlie wrapped Mom’s feces in toilet paper and threw it under the chair, then mounted her again, his penis re-entering her foul-smelling anus, continuing to torment Mom, who was already moaning weakly, until she was screaming incoherently. I couldn't help but stare at Charlie fucking my mother, watching her loosened anus from the black man's penis, watching their sweaty, yet still intensely mating posture—masturbating. Anus…the place for pooping, can it really feel pleasure when penetrated? I haven't even dared to try vaginal penetration. My past boyfriends have only ever touched my upper body; sex, penetration…I've never tried it. Ah…ugh, am I really that wet? My vaginal opening is completely wet, my panties soaked with vaginal fluid tightly clinging to my private parts, it's ridiculously wet…but my hand can't stop, my eyes constantly capturing my mother's back as the black man fucks her…"Ugh…! Hmm…hmm…hmm…" I heard my own voice and was startled. But the sounds from my mother's side were louder, so she probably wasn't heard…thinking that made me feel much better. Secretly moaning behind them felt incredibly arousing. As I masturbated, I wondered if my mother's legs had gone weak earlier because of an orgasm? Even though I've never experienced an orgasm through masturbation and only have vague information from the internet, I don't know why I hope that's my mother's reaction. Maybe it's because it looks so good... "Xia Yu! Stick your ass up high! Charlie will fuck you to death! Fuck you to death!" Charlie's broken Chinese has a pure sense of brutality, which, combined with his magnificent penis, is surprisingly fitting... "Ah! Ah! Ah... Charlie, let me rest, let me rest for a bit... Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Is my mother really unable to take it anymore? To me and to my ears, she seems to be enjoying it. Doesn't she know that her thick pubic hair is completely soaked with vaginal fluid and sweat...? Watching my mother go limp again and lean on Charlie for support, my fingers moved even faster. "Xia Yu! Come closer! Plop! Plop! Plop plop!" "Plop, plop, plop plop... Ugh ah ah!" Ahh... kissing and thrusting at the same time, it feels so good...! And it wasn't just any ordinary kiss; it was Charlie's kind of rough, lewd kiss... Hearing them kiss and watching them make love made me incredibly aroused...
…! “Xia Yu! One more shot! Ejaculate! Ejaculate, oh oh oh!” “Ee, ee woo woo! Good, good…! Woo ee, woo ha, ha ah, ha ah…!” “Xia Yu! Say it! Semen! Give it to me!” “Give me semen…give me black semen! Charlie! Ah! Ah ha, ah ah!” “Oh oh oh oh oh oh…!” “Goo, woo… woo ya ah ah!” Mom and Charlie’s cries reached their peak again, and Charlie once again used all his muscles to tighten around his trembling mother. His penis, deeply inserted, must be spurting out thick semen… I quickly slowed down my finger movements, from rubbing to stroking, and within seconds I stopped like them—breathing comfortably. So wet. My fingers had somehow touched my wet labia, leaving my clitoris and surrounding area sticky and slippery, a little lewd… I stopped masturbating and realized my heart was pounding, my breathing so heavy I thought they'd hear me. But Mom and Charlie were still kissing on the sofa, still in their intertwined position. I quickly went back to my room, wiped myself, and snuggled under the covers, pretending to be asleep. Even though my eyes were tightly closed and my body was gradually returning to normal, the lewd sight of Mom and Charlie having sex still made my cheeks flush. I lay there for at least twenty or thirty minutes, unable to sleep and unsure whether I should get up, when footsteps carrying a strong, fishy smell entered the room. I moved the cold towel from my forehead and touched my forehead with my warm palm—it was Mom's hand. Warm… but with a fishy smell. And Mom seemed to get warmer as she got closer. What was she feeling about being with me? The phone rang, and Mom left the room with a basin of water. I quietly took my lecture notes to bed and read while resting, pretending to be asleep whenever Mom came into the room, because I still didn't know how to face her. That evening, Mom came in to wake me up for dinner, since I had accidentally fallen asleep. Her expression was as beautiful and kind as ever, and she smelled wonderful after her bath. However, her legs were slightly apart when she walked, and sometimes she would pretend to adjust her skirt while lightly touching her buttocks. These small details made me deeply aware that Charlie's presence was imprinted on Mom's body, and the image of their intense anal sex lingered in my mind. "Hey! Xiao Qing!" Seeing Charlie sitting at the table reminded me of his magnificent... wet, shiny, and strong penis that had been pulled out of Mom's anus... I was so ashamed that I avoided his gaze and sat down next to Dad. "Oh! Xiao Qing is sick! You're unhappy!" Don't talk about me anymore...! "How's Xiao Qing's cold? Dad will take your temperature." "I think... I should be much better." "Hmm. Your mom said you slept all day, but thankfully it's not too serious." "Hmm..." Because I had chosen the seat furthest from Charlie, opposite him, Mom sat to the side of me and Charlie, and serving Dad rice and soup became my task. "Oh! We have oysters today!" Dad winked at Mom across the table, so obviously that even I, as his daughter, knew I should pretend I didn't see it... As I served Dad rice, I couldn't help but wonder, did Mom prepare these because she felt guilty? Did she want to be intimate with Dad because of her guilt? Or... was she actually cooking them to give Charlie some energy? Watching Mom and Charlie exchange glances, with Mom's face occasionally flushed, I thought they were being incredibly lewd. Dad probably thought Mom wanted to do something tonight, hence the red face! Halfway through the meal, Mom suddenly trembled, shaking the table and drawing our attention. Dad's gaze was on Mom's face, while I was more concerned about Charlie's left hand, which wasn't on the table. Judging from the direction his arm was extending, it seemed like it was reaching towards Mom's thigh. "Xia Yu, what's wrong?" "N-nothing... I choked, haha..." "Really... Xiao Qing, get your mom a glass of water." "Okay." The flush on Mom's face was clearly something that had been there before she "choked," didn't Dad notice? When I returned to the table with the water, Charlie's hand was already back on the table, and Mom smiled and thanked me discreetly. After finishing dinner without incident, Dad gave me a meager allowance and asked me to wash the dishes and mop the floor for Mom. Treating his sick daughter like this was truly heartless. Anyway, I obediently did as he said. The fever had subsided, and I was a little tired but not so tired that I couldn't move. Besides, it was better for Mom and Dad to be alone than for her to sneak around with Charlie. While I was packing the leftovers into a bento box and washing the dishes, Charlie followed me into the kitchen. "Hey! Xiao Qing! I'm here to help you!" I was startled and almost dropped the plate. Charlie smelled almost nothing of the dinner food, but rather his strong body odor. Dad wouldn't be like that, and the boys in my class don't smell that strong either. It seems like only foreigners smell like that. I couldn't help but glance at Charlie, who was tidying up the dishes. He was whistling leisurely, which was so incongruous with his bulging muscles. "Xiao Qing! Do you have a boyfriend?" "Huh? No..." "Oh! Taiwanese girls mature early, I hope you have a boyfriend! Hahaha!" "No..." What kind of topic is this? Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Why ask this all of a sudden? We're not that close... "I'll do this, you go and rest." I said this to Charlie's cheerful dark face. His eyes widened slightly, but he didn't understand what I meant. Instead, he reached out and patted my shoulder. "It's okay! I'll help you!" Don't pat me, your smell will waft over... "Xiao Qing is a good woman! Xia Yu was very happy to talk about you!" Huh, talking about me? Mom would talk to Charlie about me? Why... No, maybe it's because I had a fever at home today, that's why they talked about me? Otherwise, it's too strange. But no matter what, talking about my daughter with my lover still felt strange. "By the way! Xiao Qing! Open your mouth!" "Don't go too far...!" Just thinking about their conversation made me unhappy, and in a fit of anger, I raised my voice, glaring at Charlie, who still had a cheerful expression. Charlie was holding a gift he had brought on the day he checked in—a huge jar of honey, now half empty. He scraped a clump with his dark fingers and smiled as he put it in front of my mouth. "Xiao Qing! Here, have some!" "No way—" "Hey!" I fell for it...! Even though I was about to refuse Charlie, he took advantage of my silence and shoved his honey-covered fingers into my mouth... As the rich, sweet taste spread, I couldn't help but feel his index finger, which was thicker and longer than average. So sweet, so sweet honey... I couldn't help but lick it with my tongue before realizing it was Charlie's finger. That finger smeared around in my mouth like it was wiping, then with a soft "plop," it pulled out, leaving my saliva behind…
"Is it good?" "…Mmm." "One more bite!" Charlie then dipped his index finger—the one he'd just pulled from my mouth—into the jar, stirring and coating it in honey…and held it high in front of my slightly flushed face. This time, the finger didn't come closer on its own. Charlie was still smiling, but I knew he wanted me to lick his hand… It was just honey, he shouldn't get the wrong idea, right? I looked at Charlie, and a little timidly took his honey-covered finger into my mouth, gently sucking it in. Charlie suddenly grabbed my shoulder with his other hand, laughing happily, "Xia Yu likes it too! Xiao Qing likes it too! Charlie is so happy!" Mom? When Charlie fed Mom honey, did he also use his finger, covered in Mom's saliva, to scoop it out? Speaking of Charlie's honey…for some reason, it made my body feel warm. It was like watching Mom and Charlie make love... "Xiao Qing!" "Yes...!" I was sucking my finger when I was suddenly startled by Charlie's voice. I quickly spat out his finger and looked away. I heard Charlie stirring the honey in the jar three times. The sound made me a little expectant... and also a little lewd. It's strange, why am I so concerned about what I saw today? My mind kept replaying Mom and Charlie, Dad's single sofa, and the image of them making love on it... I waited anxiously for Charlie to finish, not even knowing why I was obediently waiting for him. Shouldn't I hate Charlie? Because he did that to Mom... inserted his penis into Mom...
conquered Mom. But Mom seemed to be enjoying it, which made me feel like I shouldn't blame Charlie entirely...
Lost in thought, the aroma of honey wafted closer, and with a small sense of anticipation, I turned to greet the honey-smeared fingers. However, instead of blackened fingers, I was met with Charlie's dark face, slurping honey. "Xiao-Qing!" I froze, stunned. Charlie then kissed me… his two strong arms tightening around me. "Plop! Plop! Slurp! Slurp!" He was kissing me…! No… he was sucking on my mouth! A large amount of sticky honey mixed with saliva dripped from my chin onto my clothes, but Charlie didn't seem to care, continuing to suck on my mouth forcefully. In desperation, my tightly closed lips slowly opened… followed by a rich, sweet aroma filling my mouth. "Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp slurp!" So forceful, yet so intense…! Unlike a kiss… whether I resisted or submitted, I was completely led by the nose by Charlie! "Sizzle! Sizzle! Slurp! Slurp!" Ahh... My first French kiss was with a Black man! Charlie's kiss made me feel hot all over. I don't know why, but I felt excited. Before I could even process what was happening, he let go of me, closed the honey jar, and left the kitchen with a smile, sucking his fingers... I stared at the honey jar, the honey that my mother had also eaten... The lingering scent of Charlie in the air seemed to touch something in my chest, making me ashamed to admit it and afraid to accept it. In the end, I decided to quickly wash the dishes and get away from there. That evening, my parents took a shower and went to their room early. Charlie was reading alone in the living room. I poured myself a glass of water, went back to my room, locked the door, but my heart was restless. I studied very poorly, and it wasn't until 1 a.m. that I finished my scheduled review. I wanted to use the bathroom, brush my teeth, and go to bed. I'd barely left my room when I heard my mother moaning from the living room, "Hoo...! Hoo-oh...! Uh-hoo-oh...!" The rough, unrefined sounds, like wild animals mating, came from the living room carpet. My mother was lying there like a puppy, her plump buttocks pressed tightly against Charlie's, facing towards my room under the dim light. Charlie, even more like a puppy than my mother, was vigorously thrusting his hips on top of her. Even in the dim light, the contrast between my mother's and Charlie's skin tones was striking, so I could see clearly...
Charlie's dark penis was thrusting into my mother's anus. They'd clearly done it during the day, and my parents probably did it after dinner too... but my mother's moans seemed unsatisfied, as if she thoroughly enjoyed what Charlie was doing to her. ...Vulgar. I quietly went back to my room, took a few deep breaths, and this time deliberately opened the door loudly. Then, listening to the hurried rustling sounds of my mother and Charlie, I slowed my pace—pretending not to have noticed anything—and passed through the living room. "Xiao...Xiao Qing! Mom can't sleep, so I came out for a smoke... Don't, don't tell Dad, okay?"
Mom hurriedly put on her clothes and stood next to the TV, making a smoking motion, but the cigarette was inside out. Perhaps she didn't have time to put on a bra, her perky nipples were very obvious through her thin shirt. "Xiao Qing! You can't sleep either?" Charlie was sitting on the sofa five steps away from Mom, holding a book. It's a miracle that someone can read under this tea lamp. The two of them, sweating profusely, pretending to be asleep, don't they know I can still smell their body odor when I come to the living room?
Charlie's strong body odor mixed with Mom's fresh scent, and I could smell it clearly from Mom. "I need to pee... Mom, please don't smoke, Dad will be angry if he finds out." "Y-yes! Dad will probably be angry..." "It's because you've been saying you'd quit for three years." "Yeah... haha..." I felt Mom fidgeting uncomfortably, as if she was trying to get me to leave. The more she acted like that, the more I wanted to stay a little longer. "Mom, you're sweating so much! It's not very hot here, is it?" "Is it? Hmm... it's probably just the room that's warmer. I just came out..." "Oh no, you're not wearing a bra..." "Ah, that's because... it's too hot... Xiao Qing! Didn't you need to pee?" She's even too lazy to give me a perfunctory answer. Is she afraid I'll find out? Or is she just eager to get into Charlie's arms? Seeing my mother's uneasy look, I feel so ashamed for her. "I'm going to pee, and you're holding your cigarette upside down." "Huh? Ah... haha..." When I came out of the bathroom, my mother was gone. Charlie was half-lying on the sofa, asleep, and the air felt less stuffy. But what will happen when I go back to my room...? I don't believe my mother will give up so easily. Just like how I couldn't help but think about their relationship from the beginning, my mother certainly won't give up such a great opportunity in the middle of the night. What can I say, we're a stubborn mother and daughter. Over the weekend, Dad went shrimp fishing with his friends, and I made up an excuse to go shopping with my classmates. I took my allowance from Mom and went out, only driving around the neighborhood for about twenty minutes before heading straight home. On the way, I wondered if I really wanted to find out how deeply Mom was involved, or if I was simply excited to spy on their affair? It seemed like both! It
was clearly inappropriate behavior, and Dad was pitiful for not knowing, but the thought of Mom cheating on me with a Black man was incredibly thrilling for me. Sneaking home wasn't as difficult as I'd imagined. Aside from worrying about being caught when opening the front door, getting inside was much easier; I just had to be careful of the noise. For example, my parents' bedroom. Their clothes and underwear were scattered haphazardly in the living room, and there was some unidentified liquid dripping down the wooden hallway where the carpet wasn't on, leading towards their bedroom. The bedroom door was open, and the combined scent of their bodies intensified from the hallway, while Mom's indistinct whispers gradually became clearer. "Honey! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I was messing around with Charlie behind your back...! Waaah...!
Waaah! Waaah!" Lying on the bed, Mom held the photo frame in her hands, her face flushed with lewdness, and she excitedly talked and cried out to the photo in the frame. Charlie held her two raised legs tightly, his strong muscles pressing between her legs to her chest, his strong penis still inserted into her anus. "But I can't help it... Waaah! Waaah! Waaah...!" Sweating profusely, Charlie, whose strong body odor wafted to the doorway, vigorously fucked Mom's anus, making Mom pant heavily like a lovesick fool, while Mom continued to make lewd confessions to the photo. "Hoo-ha...! Hoo-ha...! Who told a black man's penis to be so... ooh! Mmm! So... good...!"
This woman is hopeless—watching this scene, I could no longer look down on my mother who was making that idiotic confession while having sex with a black man. However, I couldn't help but stare at her having sex with Charlie, and only stopped when Charlie, who was sweating profusely, finally climaxed in my mother's anus. I quickly moved away with a feeling of excitement and subtlety. "Charlie, you're so great... mmm! Hoo-ha... Yu-Yu's anus is full of your hot semen." The sound of swaying footsteps gradually left my parents' room. Charlie didn't say much, but my mother kept panting and talking nonsense... I hid back in my room when they were about to reach the living room, my heart still pounding. Then I heard my mother's moans coming from the living room again. "Charlie, come on, one more shot... Mmm! Mmm! Mmm, mmm...!"... They did it all afternoon, no exaggeration. Mom was one thing, but how could Charlie not get tired? His energy was incredible... I, who had been intentionally or unintentionally peeping at them making love and masturbating, had my underwear soaked with secretions all day, sticking to my genitals and making me really want to wash it clean. However, Mom and Charlie were still doing it, and logically, I couldn't just go into the bathroom to shower while they were still outside. After agonizing for a while, I decided to leave when they weren't looking. But before I could even move, they were already coming towards my room! Mom's pleasurable panting and Charlie's wet thrusting sounds approached my door. In a panic, I grabbed my bag and hid behind the door, listening as they walked in—pushing open the door, doing it as they went—and heading straight for the bed. Thump! My mother, her body dripping with sweat, collapsed onto my bed, pulling the blanket up to her nose and hissing. "Ugh...! Xiao Qing, I'm sorry...! Actually, last night, I was... oh! I was having sex with Charlie in the living room! Heh heh! Ah heh heh...!" Is she confessing to me now...? What's going on in this woman's head?! "Hoo! Uh hoo! Let me tell you! Black men's dicks are really... Eek! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh ugh!"
Charlie suddenly pressed down on my mother's head, burying her face in the blanket so she couldn't speak, then leaned over her back and whispered in her ear, stopping his good opportunity to insert his reddened penis into her anus. It was a perfect opportunity to escape, yet I hesitated, letting go of my bag and involuntarily touching my once-cooled private parts… “Mmm… Charlie, you’re so naughty… Ah! You’ve hooked me… Mmm! Mmm! Mmm-hmm! Mmm-hmm!”
Charlie continued thrusting after biting her ear. My mother, now freed from the sheets, started screaming at the wall behind the bed. The two of them made love wantonly on my bed, sweat and bodily fluids everywhere. Although I abandoned the idea of simply slipping out, I still carefully moved to the door. Even if I couldn't resist watching them while masturbating, I still needed to ensure an escape route… I wasn't as stupid as my mother, easily discovered watching them make love. I was curious why Charlie only penetrated my mother's anus. Was it because the front was still for my father? Since they were so lewd, it seemed my mother wouldn't care about such details. So, the anus was more comfortable? Was that it? Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense. Every time I looked from behind them, my mother's pubic area was soaked, her vaginal fluid constantly flowing down her inner thighs, mixing with the thick white fluid from her red anus, dripping slowly at an itchy rate. Today, Charlie didn't touch Mom's private parts much. Mom often had to rub her clitoris herself or probe inside her vagina with her fingers. When she did this, she would make unpleasant hissing or whimpering sounds, as if she was enduring Charlie's black penis while simultaneously experiencing both pain and pleasure. This lewd behavior, coupled with that thick penis constantly pounding into her anus, created a visually striking effect that excited me immensely. But no matter how stimulating and pleasurable it was, it eventually had to end. Mom and Charlie stayed in my room until evening. Charlie, who had been busy all day, finally showed signs of fatigue, and Mom lay on the bed, trembling slightly and making indistinct sounds. By then, I had already put on my underwear, keeping an eye on their movements while preparing to leave at any moment. I quietly passed through the living room, slipped into the entryway, and quietly left the house—only when the front door closed did I realize my heart was pounding wildly, my body was still burning up, and my mind was filled with the shameful image of my mother and Charlie having sex…§ More and more often, there were subtle smells and unidentified liquids dripping on the floor in the house. These were usually in places outside my father's usual area, such as the kitchen, the balcony, or the entryway. Normally, these places wouldn't have been of particular concern to me, but whenever my mother and Charlie were out together, my curiosity would lead me to where they were afterward, only to find a whole host of traces of their affair. No matter how properly my mother dressed, if my father turned his head, Charlie would grab her by the hair and drag her to a secluded corner… Even when I was curled up on the sofa pretending to watch TV or read a book, I was actually watching them. Waking up in the middle of the night to get a drink or pee and then secretly watching the two of them boldly making love in the living room gradually became a part of my life. This went on for almost two months. My mother's anus was completely different from when I first discovered them having sex. The folds had become very deep, and the color had turned a dark flesh-colored and grayish-black. The opening was no longer a subtle little hole, but a loose one that could easily accommodate the entire length of a black man's penis without any lubrication. Sometimes I would see Charlie stuffing a spade-shaped, semi-transparent object into my mother's anus. I didn't know what it was for. It would take a long time before he pulled it out. The ridiculously large spade would pull out a small section of my mother's rectum, but instead of looking distressed, my mother would show a lewd expression and moan with pleasure... One night, when my mother began to exhibit the ugly sight of rectal prolapse every day, the two of them had sex in the living room as usual. The only difference was that there was a honey jar on the table. The honey he fed my mother was honey paste that had been thoroughly stirred into the jar by stuffing his penis, which was covered in their bodily fluids... Strangely, I didn't feel nauseous seeing this. Instead, I felt excited because my mother was eating the honey with ecstasy and moaning. The thick nectar gradually decreased as their intercourse continued, while the fluid Charlie injected—whether it was vaginal fluid, semen, or saliva spat into it—increased. As dawn broke outside, the honey jar had turned into a cloudy, translucent liquid. Charlie, straddling his mother, slowly thrust in and out, feeding her the foul-smelling liquid that filled the room. His mother gulped it down, then vomited it all up the moment her legs gave way. "Glug glug glug glug glug…!" His mother vomited incoherently, but Charlie continued to push his penis into her anus until she fainted… Only then did Charlie stop, withdraw his seemingly semi-erect, wet penis, grab his mother's hair, and roughly drag her to the bathroom. What followed wasn't the sound of flushing water, but the lewd sounds of their continued intercourse. Dawn was approaching, yet they were still huddled in the bathroom. Weren't they afraid Dad would discover the mess in the living room? Should I secretly help clean up? While he hesitated, a noise came from the living room—Dad was already up! I quickly hid back in my room, and only cautiously peeked into the hallway after the footsteps entered the living room. At that moment, I was probably even more nervous than the two of them! A series of embarrassing scenarios flashed through my mind, but none of them came true. I only saw my father squatting alone in the living room, taking a video camera from the cabinet under the TV. Wearing his pajamas, my father held the camera in one hand and had the other hand inside his pajama bottoms, seemingly inhaling the lingering stench of their affair, watching the secretly recorded footage of their infidelity… and masturbating with pleasure. To be continued...

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