My mother's hardships

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After a long period of maneuvering and with Uncle Wang's guarantee, my mother and I arrived in a small town in the western United States to directly seek refuge with Uncle Wang, whom my father had previously helped.

As soon as we got off the plane and walked through the airport exit, we saw a middle-aged man in a black suit, about 1.8 meters tall, weighing an estimated 200 pounds, with a large belly, bald head, round face, triangular eyes, a flat nose, and thin lips, smiling and waving at my mother. I thought that must be Uncle Wang.

After exchanging greetings, we got into Uncle Wang's car. (It's said he used to be the director of a customs office on China's coast. My father had given him a lot of money, hoping to get his protection during smuggling operations. They even seemed to be on very good terms, like brothers. After embezzling a large sum of money through abuse of power, he fled to the United States and successfully obtained political asylum. This city in the US even awarded him the title of honorary citizen! I think he's very experienced in the world of power, and he can get along well wherever he goes.) After a short trip, we arrived at his house.

Wow! It was a two-story detached wooden house by the roadside. All the houses around here were detached wooden houses with lawns, and they looked quite nice. Inside, the first floor had a living room, dining room, and kitchen; the second floor had bedrooms. Enough said, everyone has seen the living conditions of foreigners on TV. My mother and I were assigned a bedroom on the second floor, on the left side.

After dinner that night, my mother chatted with him and asked how we would manage. I was very tired and went to sleep first.

I woke up in the middle of the night to get some water. I checked the time and it was around 1 a.m. I poured a glass of water in the kitchen on the first floor, and then I heard a creaking sound coming from the soft bed above the kitchen. I quietly went upstairs and saw that the door to one of the rooms was closed. I pressed my ear to the door and listened.

My mother kept moaning softly, and intermittently I heard her say, "From now on, we'll both rely on you..."

Uncle Wang said softly, "I'll take care of you two."

Hearing this, I started to hate my mother. How could she be so lewd? But then I thought about how hard it was for her. After all, finding someone to rely on in a strange place was all for my sake.

At that moment, I noticed my crotch was bulging terribly. I'm a grown man, after all! After listening to their lewd sounds outside the door, I unconsciously ejaculated. A while later, I went back to my room to sleep.

A few days passed uneventfully. Sometimes, after I fell asleep at night, my mother would still be having sex with Uncle Wang.

A week later, my mother told me she had arranged an interview for me at a school the next day. I agreed, and the following day, Uncle Wang and my mother took me to the school. After a brief English conversation and some questions (which I think I did well), Uncle Wang went in and spoke a few words to the examiner before returning to wait for the results. The next day, I received my acceptance letter.

It turned out that this smooth process was due to Uncle Wang's strong recommendation and his good reputation in the area. This was a fairly reputable private college in the area, and the diploma I would receive after two years would be equivalent to a junior college diploma in China. However, I still needed to pass the school's entrance English and related subject exams before I could enter. For this, I would also need to undergo a month of basic training. Uncle Wang paid for my training fees for my mother, so the rest was up to me.

Since the academy was very close to Uncle Wang's house, I walked home at four o'clock every day after my afternoon classes. One day during this month, because the training was only in the morning, I was able to go home early at noon.

After getting home, I looked downstairs to see if anyone was home, then went to the kitchen to see what food was ready. When I got to the kitchen, I was shocked by what I saw!

Because the kitchen door was made of tinted glass, I could see into the backyard. The backyard was surrounded by walls on three sides, with many flowers planted on the ground, a lawn in the middle, a few lounge chairs for sunbathing, and a round table. I saw bras, panties, and men's underwear scattered around the round table. My mother sat at the table, her hair disheveled, completely naked, sometimes tilting her head back, sometimes twisting back and forth. Seeing this, I felt a surge of excitement, thinking how slutty she was, a stark contrast to her usual self.

Then I saw flashes of light; it was Uncle Wang's bald head reflecting the sunlight. He was licking my mother's vulva. I saw him thrusting his hand inside, faster and faster, then spreading her labia. Soon, his hand grazed out some fluid, probably my mother's vaginal fluid. He seemed to be an experienced womanizer, knowing how to bring women to pleasure.

About five minutes later, he started having his mother lick his penis. Uncle Wang's penis was limp and not erect at all, so his mother pinched the base of his penis and then licked and stroked it. After a while, I was almost shocked because normally a man's penis gets longer after becoming erect, but Uncle Wang's penis, like him, grew wider, and when it was erect, it was very swollen, about twice the thickness of an average man's.

After becoming erect, he spread his mother's legs apart and thrust into her. Uncle Wang seemed to enjoy it after entering, sometimes closing his eyes and sometimes opening them, looking directly at his mother. After seeing his mother's innocent expression, he hugged her waist and began to thrust. Perhaps the position was uncomfortable, so he picked up his mother, and she straddled his waist. Holding her, his penis slid in and out of her secret place with a series of thrusting sounds. Perhaps because her vagina was small, he had to use force to fully insert it, otherwise part of it would stick out.

After a while, Uncle Wang was covered in sweat. He put his mother down, and she stood there wearing black shoes with thin straps and high heels. Uncle Wang, sitting in a chair, panting heavily, let his mother ride on his back. Mom tossed her hair a couple of times, then squatted down, straddling Uncle Wang's legs, facing the glass door I was looking at. She then grasped Uncle Wang's penis from below with her right hand, aimed, and squatted down, fully penetrating him. Mom pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and thoroughly enjoyed herself.

At this point, I was about to have a nosebleed; my own penis was already erect. I pulled down my pants and masturbated. Looking at Mom, I realized she was quite diligent, vigorously performing squatting movements. Uncle Wang was enjoying himself, constantly reaching forward to touch Mom's 34D breasts, which bounced up and down with the rhythm, her nipples hard.

Because of Mom's vigorous efforts, Uncle Wang used his last bit of strength after five minutes, constantly responding to Mom's squatting, and ejaculated with a loud shout. I thought to myself, Uncle Wang seems to have no stamina! He was done in ten minutes, without even trying many positions; it seems he was having too much sex with Mom.

At this moment, Mom stood up, bent her head, and used her hand to wipe away the semen inside, which flowed down her left leg. Mom seemed unsatisfied, looking at Uncle Wang and asking, "Are you satisfied?" Uncle Wang smiled!

I was still aroused at this point, and after they finished, I immediately ran to the toilet until I ejaculated. Then, to avoid being discovered, I secretly slipped out and didn't return home until four o'clock as usual.

My mother seemed perfectly fine when she saw me. At that moment, I thought about how lewd she was and how convincingly she acted as a housewife. I felt she was such a good actress, and I felt incredibly ashamed that I had a mother who was so readily available for sexual intercourse. Yet, I couldn't suppress the urge to see her being fucked. I knew this rebellious feeling was bad, even pathetic, but watching my mother being fucked was strangely pleasurable, as if that was what she deserved—only then could I release my pent-up desires!

A month later, I successfully entered college and began my university life. My freshman class had over thirty students (I should mention I lived in an all-boys dorm), and I shared a room with a white guy. Since I was 1.85 meters tall and my physique wasn't inferior to the foreigner's, and communication wasn't a problem, I quickly became friends with my roommate.

Since I was new, the school administration gave me a box of condoms during my first week. I felt foreigners were really open-minded, and using them seemed like a matter of politeness. But I hadn't met any local girls yet, so I decided to keep them.

Unfortunately, something bad happened when I went home for my first week. When I arrived at Uncle Wang's house, I saw my mother crying outside the door, pulling our luggage out of the house. I immediately ran over and asked her what was wrong. My mother explained

that Uncle Wang's wife had come from China and was beating my mother when she saw her. Uncle Wang was like a mouse avoiding a cat, not daring to intervene, because Mrs. Wang was a notorious shrew, and all of Uncle Wang's connections in the US were thanks to her.

I had no choice but to help my mother pack, and we took a taxi to a nearby hotel to stay in. I asked my mom what we should do next. She said, "I'll go find a job. You just continue studying and don't worry about me!" We spent the weekend feeling depressed.

On Monday, I went to school to continue my studies. On the weekend, I visited my mother at the hotel. She told me she had found a job as a maid for a family nearby, helping with cooking and grocery shopping, and the income was good. I was relieved to see my mother looking better.

Soon, the semester passed, and I went home for winter break to stay with my mother. During this time, she worked regular hours from 4:00 PM to 9:00 PM every day.

One day, I was bored and couldn't stand staying at home. After my mother left, I secretly followed her. But this unexpected visit caused her trouble.

My mother arrived at a two-story wooden house. She opened the door, changed clothes, and cooked in the kitchen. I secretly followed her in. This family wasn't as big as Uncle Wang's, but they were still considered well-off. I looked around.

Just then, a blond Caucasian boy, not much older than me, came in. I could tell at a glance he wasn't a good person. He was wearing baggy pants, dressed like a hip-hop artist, and had a bunch of earrings and a nose ring. He started swearing as soon as he came in, which made me furious. He went to the toilet, urinated, drank some water, and then came back to the kitchen.

My mother greeted him and continued working, completely ignoring him.

He leaned against the door, staring at my mother from head to toe. Although my mother was wearing an apron, her beautiful figure was still undeniable. She had her hair tied up and covered by a white hat, perfectly illustrating her dedication. Suddenly, the boy rushed over and hugged my mother. She struggled to break free, and the boy said, "Do it again, and I'll give you double the money." (He must have done it with her before.) My mother kept hitting him, and the boy kept tearing at her clothes and trying to get her to obey. Tears of pain streamed down her face.

At that moment, I don't know where the lust came from, but I grabbed the boy's hair and dragged him into the living room. My mother seemed a little dazed, or perhaps she hadn't reacted yet. I punched him in the face, and he immediately sat down on the ground. Then I went over and started hitting and kicking him.

Just then, the door opened, and a tall, bald white man entered. Seeing me hitting him, he threw down what he was holding and shoved me aside, almost causing me to fall. The man then asked the boy what was going on. The boy made up lies, all blaming me, but the man, without asking any questions, tried to hit me.

My mother suddenly stepped forward and said, "This is my son. Please, master, let him go." I gritted my teeth, clenched my fists, and looked utterly defiant.

My mother told me to apologize to the boy, and before I could even finish my explanation, she slapped me twice. My eyes immediately welled up with tears, filled with resentment and indignation.

At that moment, the man told my mother to leave quickly, muttering insults. My mother, tears streaming down her face, dragged me out of the house. We remained silent the entire way.

From that time on, I never intervened when my mother was bullied again. I think my mother knew that this incident greatly influenced my future actions. Because I didn't communicate well with my mother at the time, she let me do as I pleased. We both bear some responsibility, but in retrospect, my mother's love for me was always silently endured (a weakness of Easterners, not good at expressing themselves). If she had expressed herself in a Western way, she wouldn't have suffered so much.

From that time on, I became estranged from my mother. I didn't care what she did, and she rarely said anything to me anymore.

After the start of the next semester, my grades plummeted, and I started hanging out with a bunch of bad students, constantly getting into fights and causing trouble. Towards the end of the school year, since I was introduced by Uncle Wang, the principal couldn't very well expel me, so he invited my mother to the school to talk about my problems.

It was a rest day after the school year ended; only the principal, my mother, and I were at the school. The principal was a tall man, almost 1.9 meters tall, in his fifties, a typical European—tall and imposing, wearing a suit and tie, sitting in his chaise longue; he certainly had a dignified air.

The principal's eyes kept wandering over my mother. My mother was wearing a low-cut, fitted white short-sleeved blouse, revealing her cleavage, and a brown midi skirt. Add to that my mother's often innocent gaze and slightly full lips, and she was even more alluring. What man wouldn't be tempted? Especially since Asians were so rare in this town, she was even more of a rarity.

After a while, the principal suggested I go outside and speak with my mother privately. I thought to myself, what a bastard, he's just after my mother.

I pressed my ear against the door and heard the sound of tables and chairs being moved.

The principal said, "No need to talk anymore. Actions speak louder than words. As long as you follow my rules, your son won't be expelled and will graduate smoothly." It seemed Mom signed something, and then I heard the sound of the principal unbuckling his belt, followed by Mom's low moans, "Ah, ah, ah..." Sometimes I could also hear the creaking of chairs and tables. The moans were sometimes slow, sometimes rapid.

About twenty-five minutes later, there was no more sound, and Mom came out. I glanced inside; the principal had his eyes closed, was completely naked, covered in chest hair, looking like a gorilla. Mom closed the door. I noticed she was quite well-groomed, but I saw traces of semen on the hem of her skirt, which I didn't ask about.

My mother said, "That's fine. You have to study hard from now on!" I nodded.

From then on, my mother would go to the principal's office one day every weekend. If I did anything that violated school rules, the principal would suppress it, and everyone else would turn a blind eye.

As the saying goes, secrets can't stay hidden forever. Soon, the whole school knew about my mother's relationship with the principal. Some of my buddies said, "Your mom is pretty slutty. Does everyone want to sleep with her? When are you going to let us brothers have a taste? I've never slept with an Asian before!"

At first, I got angry when I heard them say that, and we even got into a few fights. After all, it wasn't something to be proud of. I felt ashamed for my mother, and it increased my resentment towards her. Why did I let that bastard fuck me? He kept fucking me, was I really that lewd?

Later, I did something I could never take back. My cronies said, "We'll let you experience the taste of white and black mothers, and you let us experience the taste of your mother, how about it? This is the perfect deal for you. The three of us (my best friends are two white and one black) will let you have your way with our mothers, and you can ejaculate whenever you want, without condoms, and you won't have to take any responsibility afterwards, how about it? We've all swapped mothers before, and the mothers all agreed. Maybe you're more conservative, but this is a chance to experience something new, and it'll make your life worthwhile. Do you know how good our mothers are?"

The three of them kept teasing me, and I couldn't stand it, so I agreed. Actually, I was wrong. The three of them were the most suitable because they would gang up on my mom, while I would be alone with their mom.

The first white friend told me one weekend, "Come over tonight, my mom will welcome you."

I dressed casually and arrived at his house at 8:00 PM. He said his mom was upstairs and would pick me up the next morning. I went upstairs, feeling both excited and nervous.

Upstairs, I saw a white woman, quite robust, about 1.75 meters tall, with blond hair, and the typical features of a European woman. She was wearing a black lace bikini and was somewhat attractive, but her appearance was really ordinary. I thought, "What's done is done," but I'd settle accounts with this guy tomorrow; she was nothing like the beautiful woman he described.

I greeted her, and seeing that she seemed dazed, I knew her son had drugged her with aphrodisiacs—what a load of crap. Then she fell into my arms, and I carried her to the bed. Seeing that she was still lost in her fantasies, I couldn't wait to take off my clothes. As soon as I finished, she started giving me oral sex. At that moment, I felt her oral sex skills were unparalleled; it felt like I was floating on air, and so warm. Most importantly, she could take it all in. Europeans really know how to enjoy sex!

I felt it had to be worth it, so I used both hands to hold her head down and thrust into her forcefully. I couldn't let myself be taken advantage of. After I was satisfied, I pulled down her panties. Holy crap! Her labia were so thick; she must have been fucked by thousands! I pulled back her clothes and saw she was all wet. I said, "That's so lewd." I shoved all five of my fingers inside and started thrusting in and out. She seemed satisfied, even urging me to hurry up and fuck her to death.

I really couldn't take it anymore, so I aimed my cock, which was as big and erect as a white man's, at her opening and thrust it in. It felt wet and warm enough, but it wasn't tight enough. I kept thrusting in and out, and she kept moaning. I caressed every inch of her skin, and her breasts kept trembling. I kept touching them, afraid of being taken advantage of.

After a while, I lay down and let her sit on top of me. She eagerly squatted down and put my penis inside. Holy crap! It felt amazing. Her movements were faster than my thrusting, and each time she went all the way in, feeling her cervix before pulling back. Even so, I let out a moan of pleasure. When

she slowed down a bit, I had her doggy style, with her hands on the bed and her legs kneeling, waiting for my penetration. I went in from behind and kept going, but it felt so loose and loose, and I didn't feel any pleasure going in or

out. So, for the first time in my life, I did what I'd seen in porn: anal sex. I spat twice for lubrication and then tried to push it in. At first, it hurt a little, and she probably did too, but once it was lubricated, I boldly pushed it in further. It was so tight, and it felt so good. After several frantic thrusts, amidst her moans, I ejaculated for the first time, inside her anus. She seemed satisfied, and then I came again, this time inside her vagina. This time I didn't feel much because her mother was asleep; I was just pushing hard, not cooperating.

I went to sleep too. In the morning, before my friend's mother woke up, he told me to leave. I told him about my dissatisfaction this time, and he said he'd make up for it with another beautiful woman later!

My second white friend's mother was also given aphrodisiacs, but she was relatively thin, tighter, and more comfortable to fuck. She was cooperative, and we also had sex twice a night, lasting longer than the first one.

I don't want to say much about the Black woman's mother because I personally don't like the look of Black women. I only did it in the dark. This time, his mother wasn't satisfied, so I ran away in the middle of the night.

They started pressuring me to tell my mother. I can't communicate with my mother anymore, which is really difficult. So, my three buddies and I came up with a plan: we would record everything when my mother and the principal met on the weekend, and then use that recording to blackmail them.

"Of course, the rest is up to you. I'm just recording the process. And Mom did it willingly, so you're getting a huge advantage. My mom's figure and looks are a hundred times better than your moms'!"

When Mom left over the weekend, I had them prepare a hidden camera in the principal's office. Then we waited until Mom came back that evening, retrieved the camera, and watched it at a Black classmate's house.

The four of us sat on the sofa, genuinely excited. We really wanted to see the usually respectable principal's sordid behavior in private. I was excited to see how Mom was fucked by foreigners.

After a few camera rolls, the footage came through, all focused on the principal's desk. I think the camera was placed high up. The principal was dressed very formally in a suit, but underneath he was only wearing white shorts while sitting at the desk. He looked very anxious, and his legs were trembling. A moment later, my mother came in and sat on a guest chair. She was wearing a black halter-neck dress, a one-piece outfit, flesh-colored shiny stockings, and black strappy mid-heeled sandals. Since only her back was visible, her expression wasn't clear.

The principal stood up and hung up the sheer curtains behind him. Then my mother stood up, turned to the principal, and began to touch his crotch, saying a few words. My mother squatted down and took out the principal's penis, starting to lick and suck it. By this time, the four of us had already taken off our pants, our penises were erect, and we were holding them. The other three even said, "Look how horny your mom is! She can't resist any color penis!" I was speechless but continued watching.

After she had finished sucking, the principal put my mother on the desk and started tearing at her underwear. I looked closer and realized it was pantyhose. He tore it open and put it in the drawer. How perverted. Then he started licking my mother's vulva. All I saw was my mother with her legs spread apart, letting him do whatever he wanted. Then the principal stood up and started thrusting. He spread my mother's legs as wide as possible, lifted her dress up, pulled off the straps, and then took off her hair clips. He grabbed her loose hair, stuck out his tongue, and aimed it directly at my mother's mouth. My mother opened her mouth as he pulled her hair.

He began to have oral sex with his mother, while simultaneously thrusting his penis into her tender vagina. His mother's legs trembled uncontrollably, her head moving back and forth with the principal's movements. She pressed her hands firmly against the table, maintaining this position for over five minutes. Then he rode on top of the principal for a few more minutes, before having his mother hold onto the table. He lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder, thrusting from the side. After a while, he lowered her leg and thrust from behind, slapping her buttocks to make her clench her thighs.

Soon after, the principal ejaculated. Satisfied, he quickly pulled up his pants, grabbed his briefcase as if he had something to do, and left. What I want to say is that neither my mother nor the principal took off their tops, so it was very quick. My mother took out tissues from her bag and slowly wiped herself, and soon she was out of the frame, and that was the end.

I ejaculated first, and then the three of them ejaculated. I should mention my Black friend; he lasted about thirty minutes and his ejaculation was much more forceful than ours. At that moment, I thought my mother was really going to suffer!

I asked them how they planned to do it to my mother, and when. They said, "Next weekend, you can watch us do it to your mother from a secluded spot. We guarantee she'll feel like she's in heaven." For the entire week, I couldn't concentrate on my classes; my mind was filled with thoughts of how they would have sex with my mother!

When the weekend came, they told me to go to my Black classmate's basement. I arrived first, and they arranged for me to sit in a dark spot behind the bookshelves, telling me to watch the show and to abide by the agreement not to show myself. The three of them sat on a large bed in front of the bookshelves, discussing how to do it!

A moment later, I heard the doorbell. My mother was wearing black fishnet stockings and black stilettos, a white school uniform skirt, and a tight white shirt. Her hair was loose and flowing over her shoulders. She wore light makeup, and again, she had that innocent look in her eyes, while her red lips accentuated her sexiness.

Once inside, Mom discussed things with them. After a while, she placed the strap on the bedside table and said, "Do whatever you want!" The three of them quickly stripped off all their clothes and surrounded Mom. At that moment, I was excited and eager to see what would happen.

One friend unzipped the side of Mom's uniform skirt, and another pulled it down. Mom stepped out, and at that moment, she looked like a saint. Her black, sexy fishnet stockings and black lace panties were unbuttoned by the black men, leaving her only in a black lace bra. Later, I learned that they had bought these underwear for Mom beforehand.

The three men groped her thoroughly, then took turns performing oral sex on her, constantly rubbing her genitals through her underwear, to which she simply cooperated.

One man pulled down her underwear first, then two white men used two fingers to penetrate her, and a little while later, the black man, after kissing her, also penetrated her breasts; the white men began licking them. They seemed to have a well-organized division of labor, and her 34D breasts soon became uncontrollably hard, her vaginal fluids flowing continuously, yet they continued to penetrate her at an increasing speed.

Under the prolonged combined assault of the three men, her mother experienced her first orgasm. At this point, she could no longer stand and lay on the bed, urging them to hurry up and finish her. I couldn't believe that my mother, usually a housewife, was now acting like a wanton woman.

My mother started giving oral sex to the white man, while another white man began thrusting into her vagina. Because the white man's penis was longer and thicker than the Asian man's, it seemed too much for my mother's vagina. The white man had to spread her tender pink labia, and my mother helped by pressing her clitoris with her left hand. Her right hand was gripping and rubbing the black man's penis. The three friends chatted and laughed, commenting on my mother's performance, pointing out what she wasn't doing right, and even posing for me to see, giving me a thumbs-up.

The three men took turns, and my mother kept working. The black man said, "No more, we have to make her feel good!" I didn't quite understand. The black man then started inserting a finger into my mother's anus.

The mother looked down and said, "No."

The black man said, "I have experience, I guarantee it won't hurt." Before the mother could say anything more, a white man grabbed her hair, put his penis in her mouth, and began to thrust in and out violently without any mercy.

The Black man placed one, two, three fingers gradually, and after a while, when his fingers were sufficiently lubricated with saliva, he told the White man who was penetrating her, "Lie down."

The White man was on the bottom, and he moved the mother onto him. The White man aimed his penis at her anus and began to gently enter. The Black man straddled the White man's legs, spreading the mother's legs apart with one hand each. The Black man held the mother's legs through her fishnet stockings, his heels pointing upwards. The Black man's penis touched the mother's labia and the surrounding area for the first time, then aimed and thrust into her vagina. The Black man's penis was the longest, and he didn't hesitate, thrusting it into her uterus in one go, making the mother take it all in. The mother cried out, "Please be gentle, I can't take it anymore."

The black man pulled out and began rapidly thrusting with only half his penis. Meanwhile, the white man below also made progress, inserting halfway and increasing speed with a leg movement. A chase ensued between the two holes in Mom's lower body, while the other white man made Mom continuously suck on his penis. At this point, I heard mostly their moans and cheers. Mom, with the white man's penis in her mouth, could only make nasal sounds.

The black man's speed increased, his two hands constantly caressing Mom's breasts, while Mom's hands could only support her on either side of the white man below.

After a while, they switched places. Two white men were in the two holes below, while the black man's long penis was for Mom to taste. In this alternation, the black man ejaculated into Mom's vagina without withdrawing; the white men ejaculated into her anus, and the other ejaculated onto Mom's face after giving her oral sex.

All three were drenched in sweat, and Mom's skin shone exceptionally brightly from the perspiration. Mom lay limp on the bed, semen continuously flowing from the two holes below. The black man, pushing open my side, kept smearing semen on Mom's body.

I had already ejaculated long ago, and seeing Mom's limp state filled me with guilt. I quietly slipped out of the basement and went home in the darkness. My mother didn't get home until after 5 a.m. the next day, before dawn. When I saw her, I noticed that her stockings were covered in white patches and had tears in some places. Her hair was also stuck together in places. Since I couldn't see her face clearly before dawn, and she just drank some water and limped off to take a shower, I knew that she must have been thoroughly violated by those beasts. My mother slept all day that day.

The next day at school, I talked to them. It turned out they had secretly recorded the whole thing and given me a copy. I saw my mother being gang-raped four or five times that day, in various positions. And when they were done, they used sex toys to fill her vagina, vibrating it constantly until she collapsed from exhaustion! After more than ten hours in the basement, my mother finally got the videotape that had threatened her reputation. But she didn't know that she would only be used as a sex object by others, and that they would have a lot of leverage over her.

After a long period of maneuvering and with Uncle Wang's guarantee, my mother and I went to a small town in the western United States to seek refuge with Uncle Wang, whom my father had previously helped.

As soon as I got off the plane and walked to the airport exit, I saw a middle-aged man in a black suit, about 1.8 meters tall and weighing over 200 pounds, with a big belly, bald head, round face, triangular eyes, a flat nose, and thin lips, smiling and waving at my mother. I thought that must be Uncle Wang.

After exchanging greetings, we got into Uncle Wang's car. (It's said that he used to be the director of a customs office on China's coast. My father had given him a lot of money to seek his protection during smuggling operations, and they even seemed to be on very good terms, like brothers. After embezzling a large sum of money, he fled to the United States and successfully obtained political asylum. This city in the US even awarded him the title of honorary citizen! I think he's very experienced in the world of power and can get along well wherever he goes.) After a short drive, we arrived at his house.

Wow! The house was a two-story detached wooden cabin by the roadside. The area was full of cabins with individual lawns, and they all looked quite nice. Inside, the first floor had a living room, dining room, and kitchen; the second floor had bedrooms. Without further ado, everyone has seen foreigners' living conditions on TV. My mother and I were assigned a bedroom on the left side of the second floor.

After dinner that evening, my mother chatted with him and asked how we would manage. I was very tired and went to sleep first.

I woke up in the middle of the night to get some water. I checked the time; it was around 1 a.m. I poured myself a glass of water in the kitchen on the first floor, and then I heard a creaking sound coming from the soft bed above the kitchen. I quietly went upstairs and saw a room with its door tightly closed. I pressed my ear against the door and listened.

My mother was making low moaning sounds, and intermittently I heard her say, "From now on, we'll both rely on you..."

Uncle Wang said softly, "I'll take care of you two."

Hearing this, I started to feel resentment towards my mother. How could she be so lewd? But then I thought about how hard it was for my mother. After all, finding someone to rely on in an unfamiliar place was all for my sake.

At that moment, I noticed that my crotch was bulging terribly. I'm a grown man, after all! After listening to their lewd sounds outside the door, I unconsciously ejaculated. A while later, I went back to my room to sleep.

A few uneventful days passed, and sometimes my mother would still have sex with Uncle Wang after I went to bed at night.

A week later, my mother told me that she had contacted a school for me, and I should go there for an interview the next day. I agreed, and the next day Uncle Wang and my mother took me to the school. After a short conversation in English and some questions (I think I did quite well), Uncle Wang went in and said a few words to the examiner, then came back to wait for the letter. The following day, I received my acceptance letter.

It turned out that this smooth process was due to Uncle Wang's strong guarantee and his good reputation in the area. This was a fairly good private college in the area, and the degree I would receive after two years would be the same as a junior college degree in China. I still needed to pass the school's entrance English and related subject exams before I could enter the college. I still need to undergo a month of basic training. Uncle Wang paid for my training fees on behalf of my mother, so the rest was up to me.

Since the academy was very close to Uncle Wang's house, I walked home at four o'clock every day after my afternoon classes. One day during this month, since there was only morning training, I was able to go home early at noon.

After getting home, I looked downstairs to see if anyone was home, then went to the kitchen to see what food was ready. When I got to the kitchen, I was shocked by what I saw!

Because the kitchen door was made of tinted glass, I could see into the backyard. The backyard was surrounded by walls on three sides, with many flowers planted on the ground, a lawn in the middle, a few lounge chairs for sunbathing, and a round table. I saw bras, panties, and men's underwear scattered around the round table. My mother sat at the table, her hair disheveled, completely naked, sometimes tilting her head back, sometimes twisting back and forth. Seeing this, I felt a surge of excitement, thinking how slutty she was, a stark contrast to her usual self.

Then I saw flashes of light; it was Uncle Wang's bald head reflecting the sunlight. He was licking my mother's vulva. I saw him thrusting his hand inside, faster and faster, then spreading her labia. Soon, his hand grazed out some fluid, probably my mother's vaginal fluid. He seemed to be an experienced womanizer, knowing how to bring women to pleasure.

About five minutes later, he started having his mother lick his penis. Uncle Wang's penis was limp and not erect at all, so his mother pinched the base of his penis and then licked and stroked it. After a while, I was almost shocked because normally a man's penis gets longer after becoming erect, but Uncle Wang's penis, like him, grew wider, and when it was erect, it was very swollen, about twice the thickness of an average man's.

After becoming erect, he spread his mother's legs apart and thrust into her. Uncle Wang seemed to enjoy it after entering, sometimes closing his eyes and sometimes opening them, looking directly at his mother. After seeing his mother's innocent expression, he hugged her waist and began to thrust. Perhaps the position was uncomfortable, so he picked up his mother, and she straddled his waist. Holding her, his penis slid in and out of her secret place with a series of thrusting sounds. Perhaps because her vagina was small, he had to use force to fully insert it, otherwise part of it would stick out.

After a while, Uncle Wang was covered in sweat. He put his mother down, and she stood there wearing black shoes with thin straps and high heels. Uncle Wang, sitting in a chair, panting heavily, let his mother ride on his back. Mom tossed her hair a couple of times, then squatted down, straddling Uncle Wang's legs, facing the glass door I was looking at. She then grasped Uncle Wang's penis from below with her right hand, aimed, and squatted down, fully penetrating him. Mom pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and thoroughly enjoyed herself.

At this point, I was about to have a nosebleed; my own penis was already erect. I pulled down my pants and masturbated. Looking at Mom, I realized she was quite diligent, vigorously performing squatting movements. Uncle Wang was enjoying himself, constantly reaching forward to touch Mom's 34D breasts, which bounced up and down with the rhythm, her nipples hard.

Because of Mom's efforts, Uncle Wang used his last bit of strength to keep meeting Mom's squatting position after five minutes, and then he roared and ejaculated. I thought to myself, Uncle Wang seems to have no stamina! He was done in ten minutes, and we didn't even get to try many positions. It seems he's been having sex with Mom too often.

At this moment, Mom stood up, lowered her head, and used her hand to scoop out the semen inside, which flowed down her left leg. Mom seemed unsatisfied, looking at Uncle Wang and asking, "Are you satisfied?" Uncle Wang smiled.

I was still erect at this point. I saw them finish and immediately run to the toilet until the semen was ejaculated. Then, to avoid being discovered, I secretly slipped out and returned home normally at four o'clock.

Mom saw that I seemed unaffected. At this moment, I thought about how lewd Mom looked and how she really acted like a dutiful housewife. I felt that Mom was a good actress, and I felt truly ashamed because of my mother who was ridden by everyone, yet I couldn't suppress the urge to see Mom being fucked even more. I know this rebellious mentality is really bad, and somewhat pathetic, but watching my mother being fucked is inexplicably pleasurable, as if she deserves to be ridden by everyone, only then can I release my pent-up urges!

A month later, I successfully entered the college and began my university life. My freshman class had more than thirty students (I should mention that I lived in an all-boys school), and I shared a room with a white guy. Since I was 1.85 meters tall and my physique was no worse than the foreigner's, and I had no communication problems, I quickly became familiar with my roommate.

Because I was new, the school administration gave me a box of condoms in the first week. I felt that foreigners were really open-minded, and using them seemed to be a matter of politeness, but I hadn't met any local girls yet, so I decided to keep them!

The first week back home, something unfortunate happened. When I got to Uncle Wang's house, I saw my mother crying outside the door, pulling our luggage out of the house. I immediately ran over to ask my mother what was wrong. She explained

that Uncle Wang's wife had come from China and started beating my mother as soon as she saw her. Uncle Wang was like a mouse avoiding a cat, not daring to intervene, because Mrs. Wang was a notorious shrew, and all of Uncle Wang's connections in the US were thanks to her.

I had no choice but to help my mother pack, and we took a taxi to a nearby hotel to stay in. I asked my mother what we should do from now on. She said, "I'll look for a job. You continue to focus on your studies and don't worry about me!" We spent the weekend feeling depressed.

On Monday, I went to school to continue my studies. On the weekend, I visited my mother at the hotel. She told me she had found a job as a maid for a family nearby, helping with cooking and grocery shopping, and the income was good. I was relieved to see my mother looking better.

Soon, the semester passed, and I went home for winter break to stay with my mother. During this time, she worked regular hours from 4:00 PM to 9:00 PM every day.

One day, I was bored and couldn't stand staying at home. After my mother left, I secretly followed her. But this unexpected visit caused her trouble.

My mother arrived at a two-story wooden house. She opened the door, changed clothes, and cooked in the kitchen. I secretly followed her in. This family wasn't as big as Uncle Wang's, but they were still considered well-off. I looked around.

Just then, a blond Caucasian boy, not much older than me, came in. I could tell at a glance he wasn't a good person. He was wearing baggy pants, dressed like a hip-hop artist, and had a bunch of earrings and a nose ring. He started swearing as soon as he came in, which made me furious. He went to the toilet, urinated, drank some water, and then came back to the kitchen.

My mother greeted him and continued working, completely ignoring him.

He leaned against the door, staring at my mother from head to toe. Although my mother was wearing an apron, her beautiful figure was still undeniable. She had her hair tied up and covered by a white hat, perfectly illustrating her dedication. Suddenly, the boy rushed over and hugged my mother. She struggled to break free, and the boy said, "Do it again, and I'll give you double the money." (He must have done it with her before.) My mother kept hitting him, and the boy kept tearing at her clothes and trying to get her to obey. Tears of pain streamed down her face.

At that moment, I don't know where the lust came from, but I grabbed the boy's hair and dragged him into the living room. My mother seemed a little dazed, or perhaps she hadn't reacted yet. I punched him in the face, and he immediately sat down on the ground. Then I went over and started hitting and kicking him.

Just then, the door opened, and a tall, bald white man entered. Seeing me hitting him, he threw down what he was holding and shoved me aside, almost causing me to fall. The man then asked the boy what was going on. The boy made up lies, all blaming me, but the man, without asking any questions, tried to hit me.

My mother suddenly stepped forward and said, "This is my son. Please, master, let him go." I gritted my teeth, clenched my fists, and looked utterly defiant.

My mother told me to apologize to the boy, and before I could even finish my explanation, she slapped me twice. My eyes immediately welled up with tears, filled with resentment and indignation.

At that moment, the man told my mother to leave quickly, muttering insults. My mother, tears streaming down her face, dragged me out of the house. We remained silent the entire way.

From that time on, I never intervened when my mother was bullied again. I think my mother knew that this incident greatly influenced my future actions. Because I didn't communicate well with my mother at the time, she let me do as I pleased. We both bear some responsibility, but in retrospect, my mother's love for me was always silently endured (a weakness of Easterners, not good at expressing themselves). If she had expressed herself in a Western way, she wouldn't have suffered so much.

From that time on, I became estranged from my mother. I didn't care what she did, and she rarely said anything to me anymore.

After the start of the next semester, my grades plummeted, and I started hanging out with a bunch of bad students, constantly getting into fights and causing trouble. Towards the end of the school year, since I was introduced by Uncle Wang, the principal couldn't very well expel me, so he invited my mother to the school to talk about my problems.

It was a rest day after the school year ended; only the principal, my mother, and I were at the school. The principal was a tall man, almost 1.9 meters tall, in his fifties, a typical European—tall and imposing, wearing a suit and tie, sitting in his chaise longue; he certainly had a dignified air.

The principal's eyes kept wandering over my mother. My mother was wearing a low-cut, fitted white short-sleeved blouse, revealing her cleavage, and a brown midi skirt. Add to that my mother's often innocent gaze and slightly full lips, and she was even more alluring. What man wouldn't be tempted? Especially since Asians were so rare in this town, she was even more of a rarity.

After a while, the principal suggested I go outside and speak with my mother privately. I thought to myself, what a bastard, he's just after my mother.

I pressed my ear against the door and heard the sound of tables and chairs being moved.

The principal said, "No need to talk anymore. Actions speak louder than words. As long as you follow my rules, your son won't be expelled and will graduate smoothly." It seemed Mom signed something, and then I heard the sound of the principal unbuckling his belt, followed by Mom's low moans, "Ah, ah, ah..." Sometimes I could also hear the creaking of chairs and tables. The moans were sometimes slow, sometimes rapid.

About twenty-five minutes later, there was no more sound, and Mom came out. I glanced inside; the principal had his eyes closed, was completely naked, covered in chest hair, looking like a gorilla. Mom closed the door. I noticed she was quite well-groomed, but I saw traces of semen on the hem of her skirt, which I didn't ask about.

My mother said, "That's fine. You have to study hard from now on!" I nodded.

From then on, my mother would go to the principal's office one day every weekend. If I did anything that violated school rules, the principal would suppress it, and everyone else would turn a blind eye.

As the saying goes, secrets can't stay hidden forever. Soon, the whole school knew about my mother's relationship with the principal. Some of my buddies said, "Your mom is pretty slutty. Does everyone want to sleep with her? When are you going to let us brothers have a taste? I've never slept with an Asian before!"

At first, I got angry when I heard them say that, and we even got into a few fights. After all, it wasn't something to be proud of. I felt ashamed for my mother, and it increased my resentment towards her. Why did I let that bastard fuck me? He kept fucking me, was I really that lewd?

Later, I did something I could never take back. My cronies said, "We'll let you experience the taste of white and black mothers, and you let us experience the taste of your mother, how about it? This is the perfect deal for you. The three of us (my best friends are two white and one black) will let you have your fill with our mothers, and you can ejaculate whenever you want, without condoms, and you won't have to take any responsibility afterwards. How about it? We've all swapped mothers before, and they all agreed. Maybe you're a bit conservative, but this is a chance to experience something new and make your life worthwhile. Do you know how skilled our mothers are?"

The three of them kept taunting me, and I agreed out of spite. Actually, I was wrong. They were the most suitable, because the three of them would gang rape my mom, while I'd be alone with their mom.

The first white friend told me one weekend, "Come over tonight, my mom will welcome you."

I dressed casually and arrived at his house at 8 PM. He said his mom was upstairs and would pick me up the next morning. I went upstairs, feeling both excited and nervous.

Upstairs, I saw a white woman, quite robust, about 1.75 meters tall, with blond hair, a typical European face, wearing a black lace bikini, which was slightly attractive, but her appearance was really ordinary. I figured I might as well make the best of it, but I'd settle the score with that guy tomorrow. He was nothing like the beautiful woman he described.

I greeted her, and seeing how dazed she seemed, I knew her son had drugged her with aphrodisiacs. What a load of crap. Then she fell into my arms, and I carried her to the bed. Seeing she was still lost in her fantasies, I eagerly took off my clothes. As soon as I finished, she started giving me oral sex. At that moment, I felt her oral sex skills were unparalleled; it felt like I was floating on air, and so warm. Most importantly, she could take it all in. Europeans really know how to enjoy sex!

I felt it had to be worth it, so I held her head down with both hands and thrust into her hard. I couldn't let myself be taken advantage of. Feeling satisfied, I pulled down her panties. Holy crap! Her labia were so thick! She must have been fucked by thousands! I pulled back my clothes and saw that everything was wet. I said, "That's so lewd." I shoved all five fingers inside and started thrusting in and out. She seemed satisfied, even urging me to hurry up and fuck her to death.

I really couldn't take it anymore, so I aimed my cock, which was as big and erect as a white man's, at her opening and thrust it in. It felt wet and warm enough, but it wasn't tight enough. I kept thrusting, and she kept moaning. I vigorously caressed every inch of her skin; her breasts were trembling, and I kept touching them, afraid of missing out.

After a while, I lay down and let her sit on top of me. She eagerly squatted down and put my cock inside. Holy crap! That felt amazing. Her movements were faster than my thrusting, and each time she went all the way in, feeling her touch my cervix before withdrawing, which made me moan with pleasure. When

she slowed down a bit, I had her doggy style, her hands on the bed, her legs kneeling, waiting for my penetration. I entered her from behind and kept going, but it felt so loose and unsatisfying. So, for the first time in my life, I did what I'd seen in porn: anal sex. I spat twice for lubrication and tried to push in.

At first, it hurt a little, and she probably did too, but once it was lubricated, I pushed in boldly. It was incredibly tight, and felt amazing. After several frantic thrusts, amidst her moans, I ejaculated for the first time, inside her anus. She seemed satisfied, and then I did it again, ejaculating inside her vagina. This time I didn't feel much because her mother was asleep; I was just pushing hard, not cooperating.

I went to sleep too, and in the morning, before my friend's mother woke up, he told me to leave. After I told him about my dissatisfaction this time, he said he'd make it up to me with a beautiful woman later!

My second white friend's mother was also given an aphrodisiac, but she was relatively thin, tighter, and more comfortable to fuck. She was cooperative, and we did it twice in one night, lasting longer than the first one. As for

the black mother, I don't want to say much because I personally don't like the looks of black women. I only did it with the lights off. This time, his mother wasn't satisfied, so I ran away in the middle of the night.

They started pressuring me to hand over my mom. I can't communicate with her anymore, so it's really difficult. My three buddies and I came up with a plan: we'd record everything when my mom and the principal met on the weekend, and then use that to blackmail her.

"Of course, the rest is up to you. I'm just recording it, and Mom did it willingly. You're getting a huge advantage! My mom's figure and looks are a hundred times better than your moms!"

When my mom left on the weekend, I had them prepare a hidden camera in the principal's office. Then we waited until she came home that evening, retrieved the camera, and watched the recording at a Black classmate's house.

The four of us were really excited sitting on the sofa, eager to see the sordid side of the seemingly respectable principal in private. I was particularly excited to see how my mother would be taken advantage of by a foreigner.

After a few takes, the camera came on, all focused on the principal's desk. I think the camera was placed high up. The principal was dressed very formally in a suit, but underneath he was only wearing white shorts while sitting at the desk. He looked very anxious, and his legs were trembling. A moment later, my mother came in and sat on a guest chair. She was wearing a black halter-neck mini-dress, a one-piece suit, flesh-colored shiny stockings, and black strappy mid-heeled sandals. Since the camera could only see behind my mother, we couldn't see her expression.

The principal stood up and hung up the sheer curtains behind him. Then my mother stood up, turned to the principal, and began to stroke his crotch, saying a few words. My mother then knelt down, took out the principal's penis, and began to lick and suck it. By this time, the four of us had already taken off our pants, our penises erect, and we were all holding them. The other three even said, "Look how horny your mom is! She can't resist any color penis!" I was speechless but continued watching.

After she'd finished sucking, the principal put my mother on the desk and started tearing at her underwear. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was pantyhose. He tore it open and put it in the drawer. How perverted! Then he started licking my mother's vulva. All I saw was my mother with her legs spread apart, letting him do whatever he wanted. Then the principal stood up and started thrusting. He spread my mother's legs as wide as possible, lifted her dress up, pulled off the straps, and then took off her hair clips. He grabbed her loose hair, stuck out his tongue, and aimed it directly at my mother's mouth. My mother opened her mouth as he pulled her hair.

He began to have oral sex with his mother, while simultaneously thrusting his penis into her tender vagina. His mother's legs trembled uncontrollably, her head moving back and forth with the principal's movements. She pressed her hands firmly against the table, maintaining this position for over five minutes. Then he rode on top of the principal for a few more minutes, before having his mother hold onto the table. He lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder, thrusting from the side. After a while, he lowered her leg and thrust from behind, slapping her buttocks to make her clench her thighs.

Soon after, the principal ejaculated. Satisfied, he quickly pulled up his pants, grabbed his briefcase as if he had something to do, and left. What I want to say is that neither my mother nor the principal took off their tops, so it was very quick. My mother took out tissues from her bag and slowly wiped herself, and soon she was out of the frame, and that was the end.

I ejaculated first, and then the three of them ejaculated. I should mention my Black friend; he lasted about thirty minutes and his ejaculation was much more forceful than ours. At that moment, I thought my mother was really going to suffer!

I asked them how they planned to do it to my mother, and when. They said, "Next weekend, you can watch us do it to your mother from a secluded spot. We guarantee she'll feel like she's in heaven." For the entire week, I couldn't concentrate on my classes; my mind was filled with thoughts of how they would have sex with my mother!

When the weekend came, they told me to go to my Black classmate's basement. I arrived first, and they arranged for me to sit in a dark spot behind the bookshelves, telling me to watch the show and to abide by the agreement not to show myself. The three of them sat on a large bed in front of the bookshelves, discussing how to do it!

A moment later, I heard the doorbell. My mother was wearing black fishnet stockings and black stilettos, a white school uniform skirt, and a tight white shirt. Her hair was loose and flowing over her shoulders. She wore light makeup, and again, she had that innocent look in her eyes, while her red lips accentuated her sexiness.

Once inside, Mom discussed things with them. After a while, she placed the strap on the bedside table and said, "Do whatever you want!" The three of them quickly stripped off all their clothes and surrounded Mom. At that moment, I was excited and eager to see what would happen.

One friend unzipped the side of Mom's uniform skirt, and another pulled it down. Mom stepped out, and at that moment, she looked like a saint. Her black, sexy fishnet stockings and black lace panties were unbuttoned by the black men, leaving her only in a black lace bra. Later, I learned that they had bought these underwear for Mom beforehand.

The three men touched her all over, then took turns having sex with her, and kept rubbing her genitals through her underwear, to which she simply cooperated.

One of them pulled down her underwear first, then two white men started poking her with two fingers. A little while later, the black man, after kissing her breasts, also started poking. The white men began licking them. They seemed to have a well-organized division of labor. Her 34D breasts quickly became uncontrollably hard, and her vaginal fluids began to flow continuously, yet they continued to thrust at an increasing pace.

Under the combined assault of the three men, her first orgasm occurred. She could no longer stand and lay on the bed, urging them to hurry up and finish. I couldn't believe that my mother, usually a housewife, was now acting like a wanton woman.

My mother started giving oral sex to the white man, while another white man began thrusting into her vagina. Because the white man's penis was longer and thicker than the Asian man's, it seemed too much for my mother's vagina. The white man had to spread her tender pink labia, and my mother helped by pressing her clitoris with her left hand. Her right hand was gripping and rubbing the black man's penis. The three friends chatted and laughed, commenting on my mother's performance, pointing out what she wasn't doing right, and even posing for me to see, giving me a thumbs-up.

The three men took turns, and my mother kept working. The black man said, "No more, we have to make her feel good!" I didn't quite understand. The black man then started inserting a finger into my mother's anus.

The mother looked down and said, "No."

The black man said, "I have experience, I guarantee it won't hurt." Before the mother could say anything more, a white man grabbed her hair, put his penis in her mouth, and began to thrust in and out violently without any mercy.

The black man placed one, two, three fingers gradually, and after a while, when his fingers were sufficiently lubricated with saliva, he told the white man who was penetrating her, "Lie down."

The white man was on the bottom, and he moved his mother onto him. The white man's penis was aimed at her anus and began to gently enter. The black man straddled the white man's legs and spread his mother's legs apart, one leg at a time. Through her fishnet stockings, the black man held his mother's legs, his heels pointing upwards. The black man's penis touched his mother's labia and the surrounding area for the first time, then aimed and thrust into her vagina. The black man's penis was the longest, and he didn't hesitate, thrusting it into her uterus in one go, making his mother take it all in. His mother cried out, "Please be gentle, I can't take it anymore."

The black man pulled out and then began to thrust rapidly with half of his penis. Meanwhile, the white man below was also making progress, penetrating halfway in. He quickened his pace, and a chase ensued between the two holes below the mother. The other white man was also making the mother suckle continuously. At this point, what I heard most were the moans and cheers of the three of them. Because the mother was sucking the white man's penis, she could only make nasal sounds.

The black man increased his speed, and his two hands constantly caressed the mother's breasts. The mother's two hands could only support her on either side of the white man below.

After a while, they switched places. Two white men were in the two holes below, while the black man's long penis was for Mom to taste. In this alternation, the black man ejaculated into Mom's vagina without withdrawing; the white men ejaculated into her anus, and the other ejaculated onto Mom's face after giving her oral sex.

All three were drenched in sweat, and Mom's skin shone exceptionally brightly from the perspiration. Mom lay limp on the bed, semen continuously flowing from the two holes below. The black man, pushing open my side, kept smearing semen on Mom's body.

I had already ejaculated long ago, and seeing Mom's limp state filled me with guilt. I quietly slipped out of the basement and went home in the darkness. My mother didn't get home until after 5 a.m. the next day, before dawn. When I saw her, I noticed that her stockings were covered in white patches and had tears in some places. Her hair was also stuck together in places. Since I couldn't see her face clearly before dawn, and she just drank some water and limped off to take a shower, I knew that she must have been thoroughly violated by those beasts. My mother slept all day that day.

I went to school the next day and talked to them. It turned out they had secretly recorded the whole thing and given me a copy. I saw that my mother had been gang-raped by them four or five times that day, in all sorts of positions. And when they couldn't finish, they used some sex toys to fill my mother's vagina and vibrate it constantly until my mother was exhausted! After more than ten hours in the basement, my mother finally got the videotape that had threatened her reputation. But my mother didn't know that in the future, she would only be used as a sex toy by others, and that she would have a lot of leverage over them.

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