Abusive mother

The Abused Mother's

First Display of Lust: I'm 36 years old. My husband died in a car accident two years ago, leaving my 18-year-old son and me a large insurance payout—enough for us to live comfortably for the rest of our lives. So, of course, I stayed home contentedly as a carefree housewife. But one day, while tidying my son's room, I discovered some novels.

"My God!" What are these?! I randomly opened a few books on my son's bookshelf, and the pages were filled with images of penises...breasts...and vaginal fluids.

Although I knew my son was a poor student, I didn't care because the money was enough for him to live on for a lifetime. I never expected him to waste his energy on these things.

When I get home, I'm determined to give him a good talking-to, but my 18-year-old son is precocious; I probably can't physically punish him. It seems I can only try education.

Education requires understanding his mindset; maybe reading these will help.

I opened a book called "Incestuous Mother and Son," and oh my god, the explicit language made me blush. Slowly, my vagina became hot and itchy, and my hand unconsciously reached down, digging and scratching. Since my husband's death, I've been lonely and restless every night, and masturbation has become more and more frequent. Almost every morning, my labia and clitoris are red and swollen.

The incestuous scenes in the book made me think of my son. What was he doing and thinking while reading? He must have been rubbing his penis like I was. The crude words, "not penis," made my vaginal fluids flow even more. My son is precocious; every morning when I wake him, I see my erect penis pushing against the blanket. Did he think of me while reading? I think he did. No wonder his eyes are always so wild when he reads. If he knew his mother was so lewd, would he really commit incest with me? The thought of my son's big penis penetrating my dirty, lewd vagina made my body tense, and my waist arched violently—I was about to climax! "I'm home!!!" Oh my god, it's already evening, and my son is home from school. What if he sees me like this?! But the climax is coming right away. My hand, as if on cue, is rubbing my swollen clitoris, which is about the size of a peanut, even harder. Hearing my son's footsteps coming up the stairs, the pleasure of fearing exposure washes over me again. Ah! I bite my lip hard, and finally, I climax.

I hurriedly close my book, not even having time to put it back, and throw it aside. I quickly stand up and head towards the door. "...You're back...? I'll cook right away." Oh my god, why is my son looking at me like that? His initial surprise at seeing me has turned into a beastly gaze. It's not the look a son gives his mother, but the look a man gives a woman, full of conquest and contempt, like he's looking at his own possession.

Oh my god, I can't stay any longer. After the climax, my legs feel like they don't belong to me. I struggle past my son and down the stairs. Will he smell the scent of my vaginal fluid? I think I can smell it myself. I glance up at the large mirror at the corner of the stairs. Oh my god!!! My white house shorts were soaked with vaginal fluid, and the sticky discharge from my orgasm was slowly trickling down my inner thighs. My large breasts, without a bra, were almost bursting out, and my tight-fitting top was already soaked with sweat, making my two still-erect nipples clearly visible, almost down to the milk ducts.

My face flushed even more, and I quickened my pace downstairs to the kitchen, trying to convince myself that maybe my son hadn't noticed his mother's lewd behavior.

Oh God, that's right! My bra!! My bra was still in my son's room. Maybe he wouldn't find it, but how could that be! How could I face my son after behaving so lewdly? It seems I don't need to educate him anymore; it's me who needs to be educated.

But being naked and committing incest in front of my son really excited me, and I came again! I'm such a lewd woman, a negligent mother.

In the chaos, I quickly prepared a meal.

"...Son...time to eat..." I truly had no face left to play the role of a virtuous wife and loving mother.

Hearing my son's footsteps coming downstairs, I couldn't help but look up, and our eyes met.

Disdain, utter disdain! My son was looking at me with contempt, as if I were a shameless street prostitute, a plaything.

God, I'm doomed, he must have found out. My bra, his book, the chair—there must still be my vaginal fluid on them.

How can I be a mother?! Following my son's gaze, I looked down. Oh no, I had forgotten to change my clothes! My bra was still uselessly stuck to my breasts, and my shorts were still wet with vaginal fluid, the stains on my inner thighs extending all the way to my ankles.

I hurriedly sat down, desperately trying to hide it.

In my panic, I didn't see my son's mocking and teasing smile.

Dinner felt like an eternity. I spent almost the entire evening hiding my face behind my bowl, even though I knew it exposed my large breasts to my son's view. I simply couldn't bear to face his gaze.

What would he think of me, his wanton mother? Would he still consider me his mother? Would he treat me the same as before? What was he doing now? Was he staring at my breasts? Was he satisfied with them? They weren't as firm as a young woman's, but they hadn't sagged, especially considering their size. Perhaps my son disliked that my nipples and areolas were too big? If he wanted to have sex with me now, what would I do? I probably wouldn't resist. The incestuous thrill made my juices gush out like a bursting river, probably spilling everywhere.

God, what was I doing? A mother fantasizing about sex in front of her son, her own flesh and blood—a shameless, promiscuous woman.

I kept rubbing my legs together, masturbating in front of my son, exposing and humiliating myself. Suddenly, my uterus convulsed violently. Oh God, I'm going to orgasm! No! My last shred of decency told me I couldn't lose face in front of my son any longer. I forced myself to distract myself, but my son's erect penis and disdainful gaze were making it hard for me to hold on.

"I'm done eating, 'Mom'!" Hearing my son come upstairs, I finally collapsed onto the table, overwhelmed by the long-awaited orgasm.

I had no mind to understand what my son meant by saying "Mom" last.

Part Two [Abandoning Dignity] The sunlight woke me up. Staring at the ceiling, naked, I wished yesterday's events were all a dream, but the still slightly sore vulva told me it was all so real.

Last night, I masturbated almost all night. Looking at my still swollen labia minora, my clitoris swollen like a peanut and unable to retract, and the sheets almost completely soaked, I couldn't help but smile bitterly to myself. When did I become so lewd? Or was it something I was born this way and just hadn't noticed before? Why is this happening? Do I really enjoy incest and exhibitionism? Why does my son's disdainful look give me an orgasm? Am I a born pervert? I thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so I gave up! Yesterday's shorts and tank top are too small to wear anymore, so I just grabbed a pair of pajamas and went to make breakfast! Breakfast was ready, time to wake my son. I hesitated again when I got to his room. I was afraid to see him, afraid he would leave me because of his disdain.

Sigh, I can only hope he forgives my momentary lapse.

"Son," I gently pushed the door open, and the scene before me froze. My son was lying on the bed like a David statue, the only difference being that this "David's" penis was erect and huge. I was even a little proud of him now, probably nine inches, as thick as a teacup. I'd only ever seen this kind of sight in American porn.

I steadied myself and gently walked to my son's bedside. He must still be asleep, so cute. I can't let him leave me.

Following my son's adorable smiling face, I couldn't help but look down. He already had chest and abdominal muscles; he was really strong, like a real man.

But what I saw next convinced me even more that he had a penis that was over an inch long. A closer look was even more astonishing; the glans was like an egg, already swollen and purplish-red, with prominent veins. If this thing entered my body, I definitely wouldn't be able to handle it. My vagina has always been narrow and shallow; even his father's four-inch penis could enter my uterus. If it were to enter, it would definitely leak.

What was I thinking? I was actually imagining my son's penis inside my uterus! God, when I came to my senses, I found myself straddling my son, my nose almost touching his glans.

I should leave and wake him up. Yes, I should do that, but his purplish-red glans and the strong masculine scent mixed with urine held me firmly in place.

I'm such a lewd woman, a complete pervert, actually liking my son's penis and unable to extricate myself.

Maybe…maybe my son isn't awake yet; he usually sleeps very soundly. I slowly stuck out the tip of my tongue and licked his glans. It was dry, but burning hot. This heat almost set me ablaze too. My fingers rubbed his still-red clitoris again, and drops of vaginal fluid were already dripping onto his bed. What would my son think if he saw this? Oh well, whatever. Let him know his mother's true nature; he has a lewd and shameless mother! The feeling of depravity excited me even more, and I finally made up my mind to take my son's glans into my mouth.

Oh my god, just the glans was almost filling my mouth. To be honest, I'd never given a man oral sex before, but my lewd nature made me quickly figure it out. I licked the glans in circles with my tongue, which was really difficult because it almost filled my entire mouth. Sticky liquid was flowing from the urethral opening; it was a little bitter, but it intensely stimulated my taste buds, making me almost dizzy.

My fingers moved faster and faster, my vagina grew hotter and hotter, and my nipples swelled and ached. I really wanted to go back to my room and masturbate properly, but I couldn't bear to give up this delicious cock. Suddenly, the cock in my mouth trembled violently, and a stream of hot, thick liquid hit my palate. My son had ejaculated! My own son had ejaculated in his mother's mouth! This shame and incestuous stimulation brought me to another orgasm… When I woke up, I found my son staring at me, with that contemptuous look in his eyes. My heart skipped a beat. Did he know about my shameless act? "Mom, are you alright? Didn't you sleep well last night? How did you faint here?" A huge weight was lifted from my heart. So he didn't know. I was about to answer him when I realized the semen was still in my mouth, making it impossible to open my mouth. But I didn't want to swallow it, so I just nodded haphazardly. The semen had cooled down, was sticky, and had a slightly fishy smell, which was a bit nauseating, but I didn't hate it. On the contrary, the feeling of humiliation excited me.

Lost in thought, I walked out of my son's room, carefully savoring his semen. My tongue curled up from both sides, letting the semen slide between it and my palate, afraid that it would dissipate and I wouldn't be able to spit it out.

"Mom! Come eat!" My son pushed me to the table. Unable to refuse, I reluctantly sat down. "Here, Mom!" he said, handing me a glass of milk. Good heavens, I almost thought he was doing it on purpose, but his expression was so natural. I had no choice but to take the milk. The scalding milk and the slightly cold semen went down my throat together, like swallowing phlegm. Thinking about it, I gagged.

My son, seeing my expression, finally ate his meal with satisfaction.

As for me, I had no appetite at all.

My son finally went to school, and I started cleaning the room. As usual, I cleaned his room last.

Standing at the door, I thought about what happened that morning and felt ashamed of myself. How could I have done such a thing—giving my son oral sex and then collapsing into his groin after an orgasm?

Sigh… I opened the door and was surprised to find the room unusually tidy.

Just as I was about to leave, I accidentally glanced at my son's bed, and what I saw made me gasp.

A glaring puddle of water lay on the neatly made bed. Oh my god, it was my morning's vaginal fluid. Next to it was my bra from yesterday. So he knew everything. Thinking of this, I felt relieved. It seemed my son wasn't going to leave me because of my promiscuity.

There seemed to be something inside the bra. I picked it up, feeling a cool sensation in my palm. It was my son's semen. He had masturbated with his mother's bra yesterday. Oh my god, so much! It almost filled half the bra. This morning's was just a drop in the ocean. Thinking of this morning's semen, my vagina involuntarily contracted a few times. Damn it, the vaginal fluid flowed out again. I don't know how I have so much vaginal fluid. Smelling the pungent, fishy smell, I couldn't help but swallow the semen my son had left behind. This time it was really cold and disgusting, but it also made me feel ashamed and aroused.

Only after licking it clean did I turn away, satisfied. The fishy taste in my mouth gave me a strange sense of pleasure. This was my son's semen. My son was feeding his shameless, lewd mother with his semen... Wait, under the bra was a videotape and a note: "After watching the video, there's something you want under my bed..." Filled with curiosity, I started watching the video. My God, what is this? "The Rules of Sex Slavery." A woman wearing only an apron was serving a child about the same age as my son. Why was he giving me this? Where did this damn Japanese video come from? No way, could it be that my son wants me to do what's in the video? Looking at the woman on TV, being humiliated and abused by her master—perhaps her master was also her son—this thought actually excited me immensely.

After watching the video, I finally knew what my son wanted me to do, because under the bed I found a large box containing dildos of various sizes, whips, handcuffs, and many other things I couldn't even imagine what they were for.

What should I do? I am a mother, but a wanton mother, and a mother whose wanton nature has been discovered by my son. Thinking of his contemptuous and mocking gaze, I know that in his eyes I am no longer a mother,

but a woman, a shameless, lewd woman waiting to be played with. Son! I know what to do. I will abandon my maternal dignity, follow my wanton nature, and become my son's sex slave. Son, I will use my cunt, my breasts, my mouth, everything I have to satisfy you.

Having made up my mind, I felt much lighter and happier. I took off my clothes and picked up the maid's uniform from the box. It seemed to be a size too small, the top making my breasts look high and firm. Although I was a little short of breath, the feeling of returning to my youth excited me. The small apron barely covered my thick pubic hair, making me almost afraid to move. My completely naked back and buttocks were exposed to the air, and this wanton feeling made me tremble. Oh, right, there was one more important thing. I picked out the smallest penis from the box and inserted it into my vagina. Even though I was already overflowing with lust, it still made me gasp. This smallest one was still 4 inches long, and since my vagina is shallow, it almost reached my cervix.

I took two deep breaths and slowly walked towards the door. I wasn't used to having something so big inside my vagina; my legs felt almost impossible to touch. I couldn't ignore the large thing inside my vagina because of the excessive vaginal fluid. With each step, the dildo would slip out a bit, forcing me to contract my anus to pull it back in, like I was fucking myself. Every time the dildo reached my cervix, my heart skipped a beat.

The mirror in the hallway startled me. A middle-aged woman, her eyes filled with desire, wore a tight black top that accentuated her enormous breasts. I never imagined my breasts were so amazing. A flat stomach, a black dildo peeking out from under a black skirt with white trim, its length changing with my breath. Two glistening trails of fluid flowed from the inside of her long, snow-white legs. Was this me? I never thought I could be so beautiful. It seemed I was truly suited to be a wanton woman.

In the midst of continuous orgasms, I miraculously managed to safely make dinner—a true miracle.

Sitting at the table, I simply didn't have the strength to stand up. Looking at the wetness that streamed down my legs, as if I'd just come out of the water, oh my god, a glistening trail of semen was left on the floor where I'd walked. What if my son saw this? But I really didn't have the strength to clean it up. Let it be, let my son see how lewd his mother is.

Hearing the garage door open, I knew my son was home. Suddenly, I remembered my current identity—I was my son's sex slave. How could I not greet my master?

So I struggled to my feet and walked with difficulty to the door. Then I heard the key turn in the bedroom door. I hurriedly knelt down. I don't know why I did that, but I thought maybe my son would prefer his mother like this.

Kneeling down, I realized how pathetic I had made myself. The sudden drop caused the dildo to spill out more from my vagina, its blackened and shiny appearance from the vaginal fluids contrasting sharply with my pale thighs—a truly grotesque and obscene sight.

"Not bad, you slutty mother, you're learning fast!" My son slowly squatted in front of me, lifting my chin and forcing me to look him in the eye. Was this still the way a son looked at his mother?! I knew from this moment on, I had truly lost my identity as a mother. A new life had been born—my son's sex slave.

"You look really beautiful today, but what are you doing now?" My son's words left me speechless. It felt as if I had deliberately dressed like this to seduce him. Wasn't that true? Being so wanton, it was only natural that my son looked down on me.

"Son, forgive me. Your mother is a wanton woman, unworthy to be your mother. From today onwards, I am your… sex slave."

"That's not a good idea. You're my mother. How could you possibly listen to what I say?" "Well..." I didn't know what to do. "Maybe you can give me a promise or something...!" My son led me step by step, the embarrassment making me lose the ability to think. I was eager to get out of this situation and get my son to accept the new me.

"Okay, but how?" "If you're willing, you can come with me." My son got up and walked towards his room without looking back. I tried to stand up and follow, but my legs wouldn't obey me. Gritting my teeth, I could only crawl upstairs like a dog, using both hands and feet. Listening to the dripping sound of my juices on the floor, looking at my snow-white buttocks in the mirror, my swollen, red, and engorged labia holding that thick, shiny black penis, my wanton self made me almost feel like I should just die.

Thinking about the unknown fate that awaited me, I felt somewhat lost, but this feeling of being controlled also excited me.

I was almost upstairs. Even though it was just a short flight of stairs, today it tormented me along with the penis inside my vagina, feeling like it would never end. But I was about to climax again. I don't even know how many times this had happened. My vagina, starved for two years, was finally filled today, giving me a good, satisfying feeling.

My breathing became increasingly rapid. I hoped I could reach the top and climax again, at least so I wouldn't fall.

"Hey!" my son said, looking at me. But there was a running V8 between us. God, was this what he wanted?! "Mom, can you tell me why you're dressed like this? Are you trying to seduce your son?" I had no choice; I had to go all in! "Yes, Mom is seducing you because Mom is actually a slutty woman. From now on, I'm no longer your mother. I belong to you. Everything I have is yours. You are my master, and I will obey your orders unconditionally.

Please give me this chance, please accept the lowly demands of your perverted mother.

" Humiliated tears dripped onto the floor, while hot, sticky vaginal fluid also dripped from my soaked pubic hair.

"How do I know you did it willingly, my dear mother?" Oh God, is this torment not over yet?! The humiliation and the flashing camera pushed me to the peak of pleasure. I used my last strength to climb to the second-floor floor. "Look, son, this is your mother's guarantee of loyalty!" Without hesitation, I rolled up my skirt, completely exposing my most intimate parts to my son and the camera. I spread my legs wide, my uterus convulsed violently, and a stream of hot liquid gushed from my vagina, even pushing out the large dildo, which arced in a bright parabola through the air. At the same time, immense pleasure filled my brain. A thought flashed through my mind, and I fainted, "I lost control of my bladder in front of my son..." ————————————————————————- Three Sexual Life In my sleep, familiar pleasure surged from my vagina again, wave after wave, while my breasts throbbed with intense pain, as if my nipples were being pulled off.

Slowly opening my eyes, I found myself in a long-abandoned basement.

No wonder my limbs felt bound; my hands were tied behind my back, my calves and thighs were folded together, and the three ropes binding my hands and feet were tied to a ring, leaving me hanging face down in mid-air.

The pleasure in my vagina came from an electric dildo, which I guessed was much larger than the previous one, as it was constantly rubbing against my cervix. Even though I was hanging there, the pleasure it gave me still made me twitch and tremble. But with each movement, my breasts would ache terribly. I really didn't know what my son had done to me, or where he was! "Awake?!" My son appeared in the doorway like a ghost. "My slutty mother, your little hole is enjoying itself now! Do you know what this is?" My son held up a transparent disposable cup filled with a slightly cloudy, sticky liquid. I shook my head in confusion.

"Mom, this is your own vaginal fluid! Haha!" My God, I had never seen so much vaginal fluid before, and it was my own. Although I knew I had a lot of vaginal fluid yesterday, I didn't expect it to be so considerable when collected.

"You must be thirsty after so many orgasms. Here, drink this. From now on, this will be your morning tea.

" My son picked up a straw and inserted it into the cup. I knew it was inevitable, so I resignedly opened my mouth, took the straw in, and slowly sucked my own vaginal fluid. It wasn't bad. Having had the experience of eating semen, I naturally finished the fluid in the cup. I wasn't embarrassed anymore. In front of my son, I had completely abandoned my self-respect.

"Alright, I have to go to school now." My son looked at me with satisfaction and lowered me to his waist height. He already knew what to do. I had been waiting for this moment to come. To be honest, I was really looking forward to it.

"What are you waiting for? Don't you have any slave instincts? Unzip it with your mouth!" I stuck out my tongue and licked the zipper. The cold, metallic taste gave me a feeling of slavery. The zipper was open, and my son wasn't wearing underwear. But because his precious cock was so big, even with the zipper open, it still couldn't be released. I had no idea what to do. All I could think about was quickly tasting my son's delicious cock and filling my filthy mouth with it. I stretched my tongue out to try and lick the cock still inside his pants, but how could I possibly muster any strength while hanging in mid-air?

I saw a lewd middle-aged woman hanging naked in the air, a screeching sound coming from her cunt. She was trying to stick out her tongue to chase after a huge cock—her own son's cock. What an obscene scene! "Haha..." My son laughed wildly as he watched my clumsy attempt.

"Give it to me, please, master, let your lowly slave, your slutty mother, eat your big cock! Please..." I was consumed by lust and had lost my mind; carnal desire was the most important thing to me now.

"Alright, here you go, dear mother, give your son's big cock, let me see your oral skills."

Saying that, he unbuttoned his jeans, and instantly, my son's huge cock, which I had been dreaming of, slapped against my face.

Of course, I didn't hesitate to take that huge glans into my mouth. It tasted so good; the strong masculine scent made me feel that it was good to be a woman.

At this moment, my son suddenly grabbed my hair without warning, and with a sudden stop, his 9-inch cock was completely pushed into my throat. Oh my god, I almost suffocated, and even felt this terrifying weapon enter my stomach.

But my son forcefully kept my mouth and throat at the same level, so it wasn't difficult. It's just that every time my son pulled in and out, his big glans would dangle from the back of my tongue, making me feel nauseous.

My son fucked my mouth like this for a full five minutes. I think this must have been very enjoyable for him, because he had already let out a pleasant moan.

Just when I thought everything would continue like this until the end, my son suddenly stopped. "Maybe... we can do something else, I think you'll like it, because it will make you look even more despicable.

" As he spoke, he pulled his big cock out of my throat, now covered in my saliva, the friction and my sucking making it thicker, bigger and redder.

My son is only 18 years old. I can't even imagine what he'll be like in the future. But so far, he hasn't used his big cock to teach his slutty mother a lesson, which is somewhat disappointing.

Just as I was lost in thought, my son grabbed my shoulders and swung me back forcefully. "Swinging on the swing, little mouth, do you like it?" I knew I wouldn't be able to answer in time, because my son's erect cock was getting bigger and bigger in front of me. I could only tilt my head

back and open my mouth wide, hoping my teeth wouldn't hurt my son's precious thing, my future source of pleasure. "Ugh~!" With the momentum, I quickly swallowed my son's big cock whole. I really admire myself; my endurance and adaptability are really strong.

My lower lip even touched my son's scrotum, which means I put a whole 9-inch cock in my mouth. You know, I only gave him oral sex for the first time yesterday. It seems I'm really suited to be a sex slave.

Although my mouth was swollen and my throat felt like it was on fire, the feeling of being played with and dominated was also very exciting. Besides, I was sucking my son's penis. How many mothers can understand this?

After about 30 thrusts, just when I thought my neck was about to cramp, my son grabbed me. I saw his flushed face and knew he was about to ejaculate. My son steadied my body and slapped my cheeks hard with his big penis a few times, then frantically fucked my mouth. After a few thrusts, I felt it twitch in my mouth. It was coming! I excitedly waited for this moment. "Oh!~..." With my son's roar, three thick streams of semen poured into my mouth. My God, so much! The taste seemed much better today, not as nauseating as yesterday. If you tasted it carefully, there was even a hint of sweetness in the fishy smell. I think I have fallen in love with my son's semen.

"Don't swallow or spit it out," my son's cold voice pulled me back to reality. "Keep it in your mouth until I get back! Take one pill each morning and evening.

Don't touch anything on your body. My clothes are under my bed today." He then untied the ropes binding me, tossed down an unlabeled bottle of pills, and turned to leave the basement.

I think I was probably suspended for the entire night, because when I was lowered, I could barely feel my limbs. With my son's semen still in my mouth, my vagina was still throbbing, waves of tingling sensations spreading through my vagina. It felt like something was pressing down on me. I struggled to turn over, and that's when I realized what was causing my breast pain: two 7-inch-long, entirely black dildos were clipped to my nipples with clothespins, turning my already dark nipples a dark reddish-black.

I lay there for about 20 minutes, my own vaginal fluids spilling onto the floor, before I regained the ability to walk.

I decided to hurry back to the room to see what my son had prepared for me, but after searching the basement for ages, I realized there was nothing to cover myself with.

Good heavens, to get from the basement to the room I had to cross the courtyard, and outside the courtyard was the road! Good heavens, was I going to be naked in broad daylight? What if the neighbors or passersby saw me? Besides, the two large penises on my chest felt like they were going to tear my nipples off with every movement, and the vibrating dildo in my vagina was making me weak all over. I had no choice but to go back. I gently opened the door with one hand, the other supporting my penises. Luckily, it was still early, and there was no one on the street.

I released the penises and rushed towards the door. The penises on my breasts were throbbing with pain, but that couldn't mask the pleasure from the friction and vibration of the vibrating dildo in my groin. The pleasure and fear of exposure made my senses incredibly heightened.

Finally, I reached the front door and breathed a huge sigh of relief. But when I tried to open the door, my heart sank to ice. God, my son had locked the door.

I frantically tried to move the handle, hoping it was all a lie.

But aside from the clicking sound of the handle, the door remained unresponsive.

Frustrated, I knelt on the floor, only to find a note slipped under the door: "Mom, what does it feel like to have the sun shining on your butt? Show off your cunt, it looks like it hasn't dried in two days.

Oh, and the key's in the crack above the door, grab it yourself." I couldn't possibly fulfill my son's request, because I heard several housewives chatting in the distance.

I stared at the key above my head; no matter how high I stood, I couldn't reach it. It seemed I'd have to jump.

I gritted my teeth; the sounds were getting closer. I had to take a gamble! Once, twice, three times… the black dildo on my chest swung back and forth, my breasts swaying left and right with it. The vibrating dildo inside my vagina was now stuck at my cervix from the strain of my lower abdomen. My sensitive uterus trembled with the vibrations. No, the laughter was getting closer; they would see! This thought only further excited my brain.

My lewd nature is about to become public knowledge, and my reputation is about to be ruined.

No, I have to try again! Clang! I finally knocked the door down, ignoring the stimulation coming from different parts of my body. I hurriedly opened the door, and I heard shuffling footsteps behind me. Did they see me? What would they think if they did? I leaned against the door and collapsed to the ground. The pleasure of exposure made me a little crazy. I kneaded my breasts hard with both hands, spread my legs apart, put my knees together, leaned forward, and squeezed the vibrating dildo into my pussy. God, it really entered my uterus! The orgasm came as expected! I've gradually gotten used to the pleasure of orgasm. Now I won't faint anymore, but the vibrating dildo is churning wildly in my uterus, making the pleasure of orgasm come wave after wave.

When I was able to get up, the doormat was soaked with sweat, but even more so with the lustful fluid flowing from my pussy.

Pulling the vibrator out of my uterus was a difficult move, because the pleasure was so intense. As it was pulled out, my vaginal fluid gushed out uncontrollably, flowing down my hands to my elbows—enough to wash my hands. I smiled helplessly; I couldn't control my own body. Should I thank it for the pleasure or curse its wantonness?

I should go see what my son had prepared for me.

I dragged out yesterday's suitcase—a white leather outfit. Just looking at the small amount of fabric, I already knew what it was for.

I changed into it; whatever my son asked for was my command.

The top was more like a vest, except with two large, adjustable holes at the breast area, making my breasts stand up high again. Even with two long, dark artificial pubic hairpins hanging from my nipples, it only made my breasts hurt more.

I was wearing long pants that were tightly constricting my body, with an opening at the vulva. The taut leather constricted the sides of my labia majora, making my vulva, with the vibrating dildo inserted, even more prominent. But what bothered me most was the three-inch-long, two-finger-thick dildo that was attached to my anus. The dildo was hollow in the middle, with an opening outside the pants, and a small, bean-sized hole at the urethral opening.

It seemed my anus was going to be "trained" too.

Inexperienced, I assumed it was inserted like a regular dildo, so I forcefully spread my anus, trying to sit the head of the dildo inside.

My anal muscles were so tight that I couldn't get it in. I was sweating profusely, but still couldn't get it right. How could I be a good sex slave to my son like this? I couldn't help but hate myself for being so useless. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and sat down hard. "Ah...!" I couldn't help but cry out. The dildo had gone in completely, the head of it was huge. My poor little anus must have been torn. I touched my anus in fear, thankfully it was okay.

But my usually wrinkled anus was now round, almost indistinguishable from my buttocks. My once smooth buttocks suddenly had a pillar sticking out, which was kind of funny.

Everything is difficult at the beginning. The dildo went in a little, and the rest slowly squeezed into my rectum. It felt like I had to poop, as if I would have to pull it out if I didn't push. Every time the dildo went in a little, my anal muscles would contract, squeezing the dildo tightly. I don't know what anal sex feels like for other women, but I actually enjoyed the process. I actually felt pleasure.

I finally let out a long sigh of relief when I inserted the entire dildo into my rectum. Pulling up my pants, I realized I couldn't move at all. The vibrating dildo in my vagina and the one in my rectum felt like they were glued together, both vibrating as if in unison. I'd never felt so completely fulfilled before. Being a wanton woman is truly blissful! I tried my best to close my legs, to walk more gracefully. Now I'm more willing to look in the mirror than before, seeing the woman in it, becoming more and more depraved each day, yet radiating a wicked and alluring charm.

Look, in the mirror, a white bodysuit makes my petite frame appear much longer. A pair of large, shiny black dildos sway beneath my high breasts, a dazzling contrast to the white surroundings. My pubic hair and the vibrating dildo protruding from my body reveal my wanton nature.

Who would know that I still have my son's semen in my mouth and a large dildo inserted in my anus?

I like myself now.

Oh right, I still need to take some medicine. I don't know what it's for, but my son ordered me to do it. I know it will give me more pleasure; the only purpose in my life right now is to release my desires.

But I still have my son's semen in my mouth, how can I take the medicine? I'll just spit it out, take the medicine, and then keep it in my mouth.

I didn't know it was medicine. After taking it, I could clearly feel the direction and frequency of the two penises vibrating in my vagina and rectum. My breasts clearly felt the pulling pleasure and pain, but it didn't seem to hurt as much as before, allowing me to fully enjoy the pleasure of not being tortured.

I've never made a meal so difficult before. I spent almost the entire time in the pleasure of orgasm. My fingers were cut in many places, but I didn't feel any pain at all. My brain was completely dominated by the pleasure from my vagina and rectum.

By the time dinner was ready, I was already collapsed at the table from a series of orgasms.

The sound of my son opening the garage door pulled me back from my unreal world of desire. The battery in my vibrating dildo was probably dead; it was only trembling slightly. It was time to get up and greet my son, my master. My hand slipped, and I fell to the floor again, my large breasts slapping against the ground with a loud thud. It turned out that the continuous orgasms had left me completely soaked in a large puddle of vaginal fluid. I was sure I had an endless supply of vaginal fluid.

Dragging a long trail of water, I finally made it to the door. "Master! You're back. Your sex slave mom missed you so much.

" {I said such shameless things so naturally. I couldn't believe that it had only been three days since the beginning. It seemed I was a born sex slave.}

"Take off my shoes!" As I obediently knelt down and respectfully extended my hands, my son slapped my large breasts hard, leaving a red handprint. The two black dildos hanging from my chest flew high.

What had I done wrong to deserve this punishment from my son, my master? I looked at my master, bewildered.

"Your hands are only fit to play with your cunt, use your mouth!" So this is how lowly I am. Fine, I was always a sex slave without dignity. My task was to carry out my son's orders.

So I crawled on the ground like a dog, my buttocks raised high, the two fake penises seeming to penetrate even deeper, my bulging breasts becoming huge cones under the pull of the dildo.

To untie the shoelaces while avoiding spilling the semen in my mouth, I had to grit my teeth and pull the shoelaces with my lips.

Then I stuck them in my son's heel, a sour smell of sweat filling my nostrils, but I didn't hate it. I liked any scent of my son.

Finally, I used my nose to slowly nudge my son's shoe off.

"I didn't expect you to be so talented, a natural slave! Today I'll reward you properly," my son laughed smugly.

I also felt a sense of happiness.

Throughout the entire dinner, my son didn't make a move, and I grew increasingly impatient, finishing my dinner absentmindedly.

"Mom, call the teacher," my son said, handing me the phone. Based on past experience, he must have gotten into trouble at school again.

"What have you done now?!" I was a little angry, suddenly remembering my role as a mother. "Ah!" My son suddenly grabbed the dildo dangling from my nipple, the pain causing me to fall at his feet.

"Have you forgotten who you are, you lowly, lewd slut!" I snapped back to reality. What right did I have to educate my son now? I should be receiving sex education from him.

"Master, please forgive this ignorant slave girl, please punish my disrespect.

" "Make the call first.

" "Yes, Master.

" I took the phone, and my son dialed the teacher's number.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" A soft, effeminate male voice came from the receiver. "

Hello, I'm Gao Jie's mother. I heard you have something to say to me.

" At this moment, my son pressed my head down, and I obediently lay face down at a 90-degree angle on the phone table. Then he spread my legs. What was he going to do? "Hello, my surname is Chen. I've wanted to talk to you about Gao Jie for a long time. These past few days..." Suddenly, with a loud "pop," the vibrating dildo was pulled out of my vagina. The sound was so loud it was like turning on a champagne. Without even looking, I knew a lot of vaginal fluid was gushing out, because my previously swollen uterus felt much lighter.

Just as I was feeling a little frustrated by the sudden emptiness in my vagina after a day, something hot and huge thrust into my vagina with a "plop." I couldn't help but let out a "ah." I was such a happy woman. My son's big cock was finally going to fill my source of lust. He was finally using his big cock to teach his lewd mother a lesson. Was this his reward? The violent thrusting almost pierced me. I thought my uterus was going to be pulled out. My entire vagina was moving in and out with the thrusting. I knew that from now on, I would sacrifice everything to earn my son's reward.

"Are you alright?!" Teacher Chen's voice brought me back to my senses. Of course, I wouldn't tell him that my son's huge cock was pounding my cunt. "I'm fine... um... I'm fine, it's just... I... I've been... a little... a little cold lately. You said... your... ah..." My son seemed to be deliberately thrusting his huge cock all the way in. My God, it felt like his huge cock was going to pierce my throat.

I bit my lip tightly, and I couldn't hear what Teacher Chen was saying anymore.

"I was just unconsciously responding, but it's more accurate to say that it was a nasal sound that came out with my son's thrusting," um... um... ah... "My son is really good, he really knows how to fuck, manipulating his huge cock fast and slow, deep and shallow. I never knew a woman could be this happy. Would Teacher Chen recognize that this was my moaning? But I couldn't care less anymore. My son's huge cock never pulled out of my uterus, the big glans constantly rubbing against my uterine wall. My naturally lewd nature was being fucked for less than 20 times before I reached an unprecedented orgasm, "Ah...!" "During my climax, I fainted again, followed by an endless stream of pleasure emanating from my vagina.

When I woke up, I found myself hanging in the basement just like I had that morning. The only difference was that there was no vibrating dildo inside my vagina; instead, my labia minora were experiencing a painful yet pleasurable sensation.

My son was fiddling with something by the sink.

'Awake? My slutty mom?' he said, turning around with a 500cc syringe in his hand, filled with a clear, sticky fluid drawn from a small basin. No way, it looks so familiar. Could that basin be all my vaginal fluid? How many times did I climax?" This thought made me lower my head in embarrassment. My son seemed to have read my mind. "That's right, dear Mom, this is all your vaginal fluid. There's quite a lot, isn't there? You really put me in a difficult position just now, making such lewd moans in front of my teacher. Every time I pulled, a large gush of vaginal fluid was squeezed out. I was afraid your vaginal fluid would flood the house, so I had to use something to catch it. There's still a lot left in the living room!" My son's words made me even more ashamed. I really am a lewd slut. If Teacher Chen recognizes that it's my moaning, how will my son be able to stand in school?

Then, without warning, my son inserted a syringe into the dildo in my anus. The small opening in the dildo could be pushed open from the outside, while the inside remained tightly closed due to the pressure of my rectum. "Ah..." I cried out softly. I had already expected this outcome. How could my son give up on developing another hole in me that could bring him pleasure? Of course, I wouldn't object, because I'm one of the few women who can truly experience pleasure from anal sex. Using everything I have to serve my son is what a sex slave mother should do, isn't it? But the cool, viscous liquid made me cry out. As the liquid was poured down, my stomach gradually swelled, the bloating and cold sensation causing me to writhe in pain.

"What does it feel like, my little slave?" Master, good master, your lowly slave mother is in so much pain. "

I know the more lewd I say, the more my son likes it. Sure enough, my son looked at me smugly." Where does it hurt? What can I do to help you, my dear mother? My asshole, my asshole, this lowly slave's asshole is about to burst, please let Mommy poop it out. Please, your sex slave mother will do anything.

Of course, but you have to satisfy me first, okay? Hurry up and fuck me, hurry up and fuck my cunt, my cunt is always ready to be fucked by my son's big cock.

"The juices in my belly are already gurgling, let me abandon my last bit of shame, I'll say whatever is lewd, I hope my son will release his desire soon, so I can be freed from this hellish torment.

" You are such a slut, actually asking your own son to fuck your cunt, a born sex slave.

"As he spoke, he pulled out his nine-inch cock and thrust it hard into my cunt. Although my cunt was never dry, my son's cock was so big and thick. Besides, my vagina was already narrow and shallow, and the cunt in my rectum was pressing against it. My son's insertion actually made me feel like I was losing my virginity. "Ah... son, your cock is so big, my cunt is about to burst!" "Mom, your vagina is really top-notch, so narrow and shallow, almost every man can make you orgasm. You are a slut who lives for sex.

" My son's words and the constant thrusting of his penis made me truly understand that I live for sex. Indeed, everything about my body is so suitable for sex and being abused.

"Ah... son... your cock is so hard and big... God... um... you're going to fuck Mom to death... be gentle... your big cock is going to burst my uterus, Mom still has to feed you and give birth to your children... ah... good... again... fuck Mom harder!..." God, please let me spend my time in the climax of sex! In the vast basement, the only sounds besides the splashing of my son's huge penis entering and exiting my vagina, accompanied by the sounds of our moans and groans, were the sounds of our lewd conversation.

My son's penis was truly amazing; although it was so big it almost choked me, what more could a woman ask for than to have such a penis inside her once in her life?

One orgasm after another, the second time I was fucked by my son's huge penis, the enema had brought even more pleasure than the first time.

But why didn't I faint like before when these intense orgasms kept coming? Instead, I was fully conscious, enjoying every thrust of his penis into my vagina. The mixture in my rectum churned within my vagina, creating a throbbing, pleasurable sensation. I had never felt so sensitive before, able to perceive every subtle pleasure both externally and internally. But I had lost the ability to think; all my words and actions were simply instinctive reactions of my body.

Therefore, every word I uttered was the most genuine, every action the most desperately needed from my heart.

"What are we doing... Mom?" "We... are... fucking." "You... with whom?" "Me... with... my own... biological son." "What's that sound... me, you slutty mom?" "It's... my son's... big cock... fucking... my cunt." "How... are you feeling now?" "My son's... big cock... is fucking... me so good, I... keep... having orgasms, thank you son's... big cock.

" A middle-aged woman was hanging upside down in a triangle shape. Her eyes were slightly open, and lewd moans came from her nose. Her mouth was almost never closed as she kept moaning. Her breasts, which were stretched into cone shapes by two large penises, were covered with long lines of vaginal fluid. Her legs were spread wide apart, and a young man was squeezing her buttocks and fucking her hard. If anyone could see this, I believe even an impotent man would get hard.

"Ah... I'm coming, Mom! I'm going to shoot inside your womb!" "Come on... mmm... shoot into Mom's... womb, let this slutty Mom... have another daughter... for you to fuck!" "Ah..." My son and I cried out at the same time. I felt my son's big cock suddenly grow even bigger. My son desperately pushed his big cock into my cunt, as if he wouldn't feel at ease until he inserted his testicles as well. My 9-inch cock was already too much for me to handle, and now I was being fucked so hard that my eyes kept rolling back.

My son's big cock trembled violently a few times inside my womb, and a stream of hot semen burned my uterine wall... The month of incestuous sex between my son and me passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, I returned to the happy little woman I used to be.

During the day, I live like an ordinary mother, shuttling between the market, the shopping mall, and home. At night, I enjoy joyful incestuous nights with my son. We try every possible sexual position. Now I'm used to the violation of my son's large penis, and I skillfully give him oral sex. Only my anus is still uncooperative, unable to provide for him. But I think I'm probably a qualified sex slave now.

However, recently, my son hasn't abused me except for using his penis to penetrate my vagina, which makes me somewhat disappointed. I long for more varied ways of playing with and abusing me, so that I can experience simultaneous physical and mental orgasms.

Actually, I already have my son's unusually large penis, what more could I ask for?

The medicine my son got from somewhere is truly amazing. For a month now, I've had at least ten orgasms almost every night when I have sex with my son. Not only do I not experience pain the next day, but each orgasm is more than one, and my vagina hasn't become loose because of my son's large penis.

I only sleep three or four hours a day, yet I'm still full of energy. What amazes me most is that my nipples and labia minora, which had accumulated a lot of melanin due to age, have started to blush, and my skin is becoming increasingly fair. Everything makes me feel like I'm ten years younger, back in my high school days, except I now have a 36D bust and a 32E hip.

Everything is so perfect. The only thing that worries me is that I've become noticeably less sensitive to pain. I only notice accidental cuts when they bleed. I don't know what this will bring me, but focused on sexual pleasure, I quickly stop caring. Maybe it's just my imagination.

One morning, nothing out of the ordinary for me, my son, dressed in a neat school uniform, appeared before me. "Mom," he said. I hadn't heard him call me that in a long time. Slut, whore—those have become my names.

"Please change my clothes, will you take me to school?" Although I didn't understand my son's purpose, I followed him into my room out of habit. I thought he would pick out some of my new, revealing clothes, but to my surprise, he chose a light blue, tight-fitting, sleeveless, high-necked sweater and a brown skirt. And, incredibly, he made me wear underwear! Although it was a see-through, sexy outfit, knowing I couldn't enjoy the thrill of exposure made me somewhat disappointed. "Is that all?" I asked unwillingly. My son didn't seem to notice my disappointment and longing. "Hurry up, we're running late," he urged impatiently.

Perhaps he didn't want his classmates to know he had a promiscuous mother. Reluctantly, I changed.

It had been so long since I'd been a dutiful wife and mother; aside from a misty look in my eyes and a hint of desire on my lips, I almost felt like I'd returned to the past.

Urged on by my son, we left home early. "Aren't you driving?" I asked curiously. "Oh no, we'll take the bus today."

Whatever, the slave goes with the master.

It had been a long time since I'd taken the bus, and I was surprised to see so many people. It was probably because it was so early; the bus was almost entirely filled with students. My son pulled me to the back of the bus. "Hey, good morning, guys!" he excitedly greeted four people in matching school uniforms. But I noticed their eyes were almost all on me. Turns out, even in my pajamas, I'm quite attractive. My son pulled me closer. "This is my mom." "Hello, Auntie!" the four boys greeted me simultaneously. I politely responded and then quietly listened to my son's conversation with his classmates.

As the bus started moving, I found myself surrounded by my son and his classmates. Because I'm not very tall, only about 1.5 meters

, while they were at least 1.75 meters, I couldn't see anyone on the outer ring, and of course, they couldn't see me either.

I don't know when, but my son was already standing behind me; I could only reach the overhead handrail.

Then, a cold hand reached inside my shirt and unhooked my bra. Was my son going to expose me in front of his classmates? It was wonderful; the exposure I'd been waiting for had finally arrived. This feeling of being humiliated felt so good.

My bra moved slowly through my sweater, so clearly visible. I had to let go of the straps and lean against my son's firm chest. My right hand gripped his pants, while my left hand nervously covered my breasts. My nipples, stimulated by the sweater and the fear of exposure, quickly became engorged and erect.

Two barely visible grapes appeared on my high mounds of flesh.

Would they see? Was this what my son wanted? The tall, thin man with blond hair to my right winked at my son, who then shoved a pair of earphones into my ears. "Want to listen to some music?" But I couldn't hear a sound! "Are you really alright?" The bespectacled fat man on the left asked cautiously. His son seemed to nod behind him. "Wow, boss, you're amazing! You even managed to handle Auntie!" The young, white-haired man opposite said admiringly. "Boss, you're so lucky! You can fuck her whenever you want, do whatever you want with her!" Another 190cm big guy on the opposite side roared, "Yeah, Auntie is so beautiful and sexy, even prettier than our girls, not to mention she's become her son's sex slave. Just thinking about it makes me hard." The blond man licked his lips. "Boss, my drug works well, right? It's helped a lot in training Auntie, hasn't it?!" The bespectacled fat man on the right asked. "Damn, stop talking about your lousy drug. How come there's no change? My mom is so lewd. She doesn't need any training. She'll do anything and everything. She's a natural sex slave."

"Ohhhhhh!" everyone exclaimed in unison. Even I hadn't expected to be such an excellent sex toy.

"Impossible!" the fat man protested loudly. "The drug's effects are subtle. It enhances a woman's sensitivity to her genitals and skin, making sex more pleasurable; it reduces the slave's pain, making it easier to abuse; most importantly, it increases a woman's muscle elasticity and speeds up metabolism tenfold, meaning it makes a woman's vagina and breasts more elastic, preventing them from loosening and prolonging, extending orgasm time, and allowing for faster recovery. It can be used all day, without worrying about the sex slave being unable to handle it..." the fat man argued, sounding like an expert.

"We'll wait and see.

" My son's conversation with his classmate had already made me blush. Oh God, they knew everything! How could I face them now? But what dignity did I have left in front of them? My nipples were swollen, my vagina was already wet, and what's more, I actually hoped to hear more insults from them, wanting to appear even more wanton in their presence.

Thinking about it, I unconsciously started rubbing my throbbing nipples with my hands.

"Hey, boss, when are we going to get to see it?" the blond thief sneered. "We're brothers for life. She's not my mother anymore. She's my woman now, my sex slave. Of course, I'll share good things with my brother!" Good heavens, my son was going to share me with his brother. I was probably somewhat prepared, so I didn't feel too much shame or pain. On the contrary, I was even thinking that I had four more dicks fucking me! I squeezed my legs tightly together, afraid that my overflowing lustful fluids would spill out.

"When is it, boss? I've been thinking about Auntie and masturbating every day these past few days.

" the big guy asked impatiently. "Boss, Auntie's in heat!" the fat guy noticed my embarrassment.

Besides my son, eight burning eyes were on my big breasts. My nipples were almost bursting from the heat! Overwhelmed by a shameful pleasure, I finally couldn't hold back the juices from my cunt any longer. They gushed out of my vagina like a tidal wave. "Look, the juices are actually flowing down!" the bald-headed guy exclaimed, his gaze shifting back to my thighs. What could I do? I'm naturally very wet, and after holding back for so long, I could only watch helplessly as my glistening juices slowly trickled down my inner thighs. "Damn, so much! It's even gotten into my shoes! It's a miracle! Your mom's amazing, boss!" the blond guy shouted in disbelief. "A born slut, a born sex slave!" the fat guy exclaimed as well.

Don't look! Don't say anything!! This feeling of shame made my legs tremble uncontrollably.

Say more, let me expose more, humiliate me to your heart's content, I felt my climax approaching.

"Hehe, I brought her here today to show everyone," my son said, resting his chin on my shoulder. "Looks like you're all ready. You're quite the slut, Mom. Does exposing yourself in front of people make you this happy?" He then removed my headphones. "Did Auntie hear everything just now?!" The big guy and the others were still wary of my mother's identity.

My son seemed to sense their hesitation. "Slut, these are my brothers, and also your masters. You know what to do, right?

" At this point, I had nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, the temptation of four big dicks made me, who prioritized pleasure, willing to risk everything.

"Masters! I am your lowly sex slave. I await your training anytime, anywhere.

" My words surprised them, including my son. Even he hadn't expected me to submit so easily.

"Hehe, that's surprising, Auntie. You can even say such lewd things. Boss, it seems your training is extraordinary."

"What?! I told you she doesn't need any training. This slut was born this wanton!

" the son laughed smugly. "You say you're a sex slave, but how do you expect us to believe you?" the blond-haired guy asked mischievously.

"Yeah, give us a show!" the others chimed in.

I glanced around. These tall, imposing men surrounded me, while the other passengers chatted loudly, oblivious to our presence.

Gritting my teeth, I slowly lifted my thin sweater, and a pair of snow-white breasts, freed from its confinement, bounced and were exposed to the air.

I pinched my breasts at the base with both hands and lifted them up. "These are the breasts of a sex slave, please, masters, appreciate them!" My son's classmates' gazes had changed from the respect they showed when they got on the bus to contempt. Before I knew it, several people had sandwiched me between them. "Since this slut has asked for this, let's all reluctantly play with her!" My son said, taking the lead by pinching one of my nipples from behind. "Mmm... thank you, son, harder, it's going to burst!" The other guys seemed to have suddenly turned on a power source, reaching out to wherever they wanted. Ten hands roamed over different parts of my body. My sensitive skin allowed me to feel the different pressure and techniques of each hand, clearly experiencing the pleasure from every inch they touched, as if every part of my body was on fire! I dared not and was powerless to open my eyes. Their mocking and crazed eyes filled me with endless shame, as if constantly reminding me, "You lowly slut! Your appearance tells us that you like exhibitionism, you like incest, you like being humiliated."

Those eyes were like a mirror, reflecting my lewd and filthy body and mind.

At this point, nothing could stop their exploration of my body. My coffee-colored skirt had somehow been pushed up to my waist, and my son, as always, untied the thin strap of my thong and put it in his pocket. Of course, it offered virtually no protection; in their eyes, this tiny thing was practically nonexistent.

Gradually, I could distinguish the owners of each hand. Apart from my son's hand, which casually guided me, it took me some effort to identify the others.

The fat man's hand was the easiest to spot—short and thick. He seemed more interested in my anus. One hand was rubbing the most fertile part of my buttocks, while the other hand, following the pull of my gluteal muscles, spiraled and pressed my anus flat with his thumb. I knew he must be an expert at anal manipulation because he didn't use his index finger like most people, but rather his thumb, pressing flat. This way, he wouldn't penetrate due to force, but would give me a strong urge to defecate.

The big guy was interested in my firm breasts, but I really hoped it wasn't true, because he was clearly a sadist. He immediately grabbed my left breast with his basketball-sized hand, his five fingers digging deep into my thick flesh, leaving five deep holes in the smooth surface. I felt like my entire left side was being squeezed by his hand. His five iron pincers continued to knead the hardest part of my breast, my milk ducts. Even after taking the fat man's medication, the pain made me break out in a cold sweat, and I writhed in agony. I wanted to escape this hell, but then I changed my mind. The big guy's other hand gently caressed my swollen, red nipple like a lover. His rough palm lifted and rubbed the sensitive area at the bottom of my breast. The moderate pinching and caressing of his fingers and the constant gentle rubbing of his palm were so comfortable and sweet. The completely different treatment of my two breasts gave me an unprecedented and wonderful feeling. It was as if both breasts were being caressed and abused at the same time. I couldn't tell whether the pain or pleasure was more intense. Both pleasure and pain stimulated me at the same time, exponentially.

Of course, the blond-haired and prematurely gray-haired men weren't going to miss out on this lavish, obscene feast. They both had their eyes on the very source of my lust—my little cunt. They practically couldn't get enough of it. They reached past my thick labia majora, each grabbing a labia minora with one hand and forcefully pulling them outwards. Finally, they pressed them against my inner thighs. I think the fat man's drug was working; I didn't experience any tearing pain. Although it hurt, it was bearable. Besides, I was completely immersed in the cool sensation of the air blowing through my vaginal fluids and the pleasurable feeling of my vaginal folds being completely stretched open. It was a feeling I'd never experienced before. The initial itch in my vagina, upon first contact with the cool air, relieved the itch more effectively than my son's large penis. But then came the more sensitive parts within the folds, expanding and requiring even more friction. This itch was excruciating, like countless ants crawling all over my heart, just like my vagina. My labia minora pressed against my thighs, as if my vagina were protruding from my body. The red against the white was strikingly conspicuous and lewd. My woman's most private place became the object of study and manipulation under the watchful eyes of everyone, causing my vaginal fluids to flow even more joyfully in the unfolded vagina.

After admiring them, they commented, "I've never seen a woman with so much fluid. This is the most talented sex slave.

" "Come look, I'm washing my hands with this slut's fluids!" All five men simultaneously turned their gaze to my vulva. "It's a miracle!" the fat man exclaimed after seeing it. "This woman is fucking slutty, she's unaffected by all this!" the big guy added his own comment.

I couldn't help but open my eyes in curiosity, staring at the lewd scene unfolding beneath me. The blond-haired man and the prematurely gray-haired man's hands were entwined between my wide-open legs, their hands glistening with the vaginal fluid dripping directly from my vagina. My genitals, which I had considered sacred just a month ago, were now the focus of everyone's play, the most degrading and lewd part of my body.

"How's it going, exciting, Mom!" my son's teasing voice rang out behind me. Good heavens, I had forgotten that this was in front of my own son, on the bus to school, and his mother was shamelessly and excitedly letting his classmates play with her as they pleased, right before everyone's eyes! "Mmm...!" My lower body suddenly tightened, my anus clamping down on the fat man's thick thumb. The pair of breasts in the big guy's hands suddenly swelled up. The blond guy and the white-haired guy simultaneously felt their labia minora contracting and trembling violently as they were being pulled. A stream of hot liquid splattered onto my hands between my legs, white with a hint of yellow. They stared in astonishment at my genitals and eyes, almost unable to believe their eyes—a woman had actually orgasmed without any stimulation to her vagina or clitoris! Yes, I had orgasmed. Under the manipulation of my son's classmate, on a crowded bus, I had orgasmed so easily.

"God, I can't take it anymore, boss, your mom's too horny, she orgasmed so easily,

" the fat man said.

"Damn, this old slut's having a good time, I've been holding back," the big guy said, as he and the fat man pulled out their respective penises from their pants.

One of them grabbed my hand and pressed it onto their genitals. It was the first time I had touched two young men's penises at the same time. Still in the throes of orgasm, I couldn't help but roll my eyes in pleasure. "Hurry up, give me a handjob!" Although I had already orgasmed, my vagina hadn't received any real stimulation, so I still had a strong desire. The sensations in my body had already surpassed my reason and consciousness. I needed a big penis, so before the big guy could finish speaking, I had already started to use my hand to serve them.

What pleased me even more was that the big guy had a penis thicker than my son's. I could barely grasp two-thirds of it with one hand. So I changed from rhythmically stroking it up and down to cupping his glans with my palm and stimulating the tip. But because the big guy's glans was so big, the fluid secreted from the urethral opening couldn't wet it all, which made the big guy a little sore. Not taking good care of my master made me, the slave, very anxious. What if my master hates this big penis? No, I can't lose this big penis. Ignoring the surprised looks from the blond and gray-haired men, I quickly reached for my pussy, smeared my hand with the semen, and gently moistened the big guy's glans, carefully squeezing it. In return, the big guy tortured my breasts even more.

The fat man's penis was much shorter, a very ordinary length. The difference was that it had many small bumps, some large, some small. I guessed it was natural, because under my caresses, he quickly pressed his glans tightly against my anus, forcefully pulling my buttocks apart, creating a small slit just in front of his urethral opening. *Sizzle*, three streams of hot semen burned my rectum, pushing my slightly subsiding orgasm back to its peak.

This was the performance of a virgin, and I was happy to have taken a virgin. I told myself I would take good care of this cute little fat man.

The blond-haired and prematurely gray-haired men, having nowhere to vent their desires, unleashed their frustration on my vulva, which was exactly what I had been hoping for, because my vulva hadn't been truly played with and couldn't take it anymore. Instead of

letting go of my labia, they used their free hands to work together; the prematurely gray-haired man targeted my clitoris, while the blond-haired man focused on my vagina.

The man with the white hair was clearly an experienced lover. He gently stroked the clitoris with his fingertips, letting it pop out from between the already stretched labia minora. At this point, the clitoris was only slightly larger than a soybean. The man with the white hair suddenly grabbed it, pulled it upwards, and then squeezed and rubbed it back and forth with his hand.

Instantly, the clitoris in the man with the white hair became the size of a peanut in the man with the white hair, as hard as a man's penis.

I couldn't help but gasp.

I felt as if I had been pulled out of my body, as if everything had ceased to exist. All my weight and sensations were concentrated on the clitoris in the man with the white hair's hand. I used it to think, to hear, to see; all my sensations converged there. If the man with the white hair wanted me to do something now, I would do it, because I felt that I belonged to him. I lived between his two fingers; he could manipulate my pleasure and pain.

His two fingers firmly pinned me to the crest of pleasure.

At this moment, another person broke everything, causing my sensations to disperse from the clitoris to the vagina, and then back to all parts of my body—it was the man with the yellow hair.

Taking advantage of the earlier opportunity, he used his labia minora to pull open the vaginal opening, and without warning, he simultaneously inserted four fingers into the vagina, which appeared to be only as thick as a little finger. He forcefully rotated and dug out the vaginal fluid. If it weren't for the abundance of vaginal fluid and the fact that I hadn't taken the fat man's medicine, which gave my vagina an unusual elasticity, it probably would have torn long ago. Even so, I gritted my teeth and gasped for breath. Now I was even more grateful to the fat man; if it weren't for his medicine, I probably wouldn't have been able to go home today.

So, I couldn't help but gently grasp the fat man's already limp penis in my hand and rub it back and forth between my buttocks as my thanks. I believe this would make him feel very good, because I heard him take a deep breath and groan, "Oh…!"

My lower body was still being forcefully dug, with pain and pleasure intertwined in equal amounts.

Suddenly, pain took over, emanating from my large breasts. The burly man was about to ejaculate; his eyes were wide open in a frightening way, his breathing noticeably heavier, like an enraged bull, roaring incessantly, "You slut, you wanton whore! I'm going to squeeze your big tits raw, I'm going to squeeze out your milk!!!" He said it, and he did it.

He no longer treated my breasts with the alternating gentleness and brutality of the past; now he treated them as if they were inanimate, gripping and twisting the nipples just below the areolas with all his might. I could only watch helplessly as the lower part of my breasts swelled like a steamed bun, while the upper part squeezed out thin slices from between his iron fingers, leaving only two nipples protruding from his fist. These nipples were no longer rosy, but had turned a dark purple, almost doubling in size, the wrinkles on the nipples stretched out, the milk ducts large enough to fit toothpicks.

I wanted to scream, but the pain brought back my reason, telling me that if I screamed, I would be the one who suffered the most.

A mother who willingly became her son's sex slave, even actively soliciting her son's classmates to play with her on the bus—who would sympathize with such a slut like me?

Since I've chosen this path of no return, I can only endure it. His sharp teeth dug tightly into my snow-white lips.

I dared not utter a sound, only gasping for breath intermittently, my hands moving faster, hoping to stimulate the big guy to ejaculate sooner. Suddenly, the mushroom head in my hand twitched; I knew I was finally free. The big guy really released my ravaged breasts, grabbed my hair, and pressed me down. Before my mouth could even reach it, the urethral opening on his glans closed a few times before suddenly spurting out a beam of white light, hitting my face heavily. The semen flowed from my bangs to the tip of my nose; the second and third streams accurately entered my mouth, smearing my tongue and throat. I instinctively curled my body into a 70-degree angle. Holding the still trembling glans in my mouth, under my son's tutelage, I've mastered how to use my tongue when my mouth is stretched to its limit and completely stuffed. Although the big guy's penis is thicker, I quickly adapted to the new limit. Perhaps because of the exercise, his semen had a very strong sperm smell, and it was exceptionally concentrated. His glans is really big; no wonder there's so much semen. I could almost stick the tip of my tongue inside. The big guy probably wanted me to do this, and he stroked my back with satisfaction. I also liked the feeling of his rough, big hands caressing me, but such moments were too rare.

The blond-haired and prematurely gray-haired men, who always felt ignored, dragged me off the big guy's penis.

"Slut, now it's time to let us have some fun.

" It seems that today's events are far from over. I was really scared by these crazy brats.

"Everything on the slave's body belongs to the master. Please do with it as you see fit." I hope my earlier neglect didn't drive them too crazy.

The scene they had just witnessed had probably greatly stimulated them, so they didn't make things too difficult for me. One of them was fucking my mouth, and the other was fucking my pussy. The

one fucking my mouth was blond. His penis was thin, very white, with little hair, but long—longer than my son's, and when it got hard, it was like an iron bar.

Because it wasn't too thick, although it wasn't very comfortable to have it in my throat, it was still better than the feeling of not being able to breathe from my son's or a big guy's penis. So I obediently let him thrust in and out of my mouth as he pleased.

The young man with the white hair truly lived up to his reputation as a sex expert. Although his penis wasn't as large as his son's or the big guy's, it was still a masterpiece. Its thickness and length were perfectly suited to my vagina. He probably discovered that my vagina was shallow and I orgasmed easily, and he quickly found the secret to fucking me. He didn't insert his penis all the way into my vagina, but only to the cervix each time. Every time I wanted to meet his thrusts into my uterus and bring me to orgasm, he would gently withdraw, rubbing against my cervix like that. It was so itchy that I almost wanted to stick my hand in and scratch it. Until the blond guy ejaculated in my mouth, I never got to taste what his semen tasted like, which was a bit of a regret, because he ejaculated into my throat, directly into my stomach. It was as if my mouth was a free tunnel, going in and out without even paying me a toll.

At this point, the young man with the white hair began to really fuck my cunt hard, breaking through the cervix each time. Before ten thrusts were up, I felt myself about to orgasm. This time it felt even better than last time. I really have to thank the young man with the white hair for fucking me so well.

Just as I was about to let my egg and the prematurely gray-haired man's sperm meet in my uterus, the prematurely gray-haired man suddenly pulled his penis out of my vagina and forcefully pressed my head down. I was almost headfirst, toes touching the ground, my body completely folded over, my wet, throbbing vagina facing the car roof. Just as I was feeling completely bewildered, my long-silent son suddenly pulled a toothbrush from his pocket and forcefully pressed the bristled end into my writhing anus. A little of the fat man's semen was also squeezed out of my anus. The sudden stimulation of the toothbrush caused my rectum to contract violently, causing my entire vagina and uterus to contract and rub against each other. Splat! A spray of water gushed out of my vagina, and I finally experienced the orgasm I had been waiting for.

It was late spring, and the car's vent was already open. My vaginal fluids sprayed out dramatically from the vent, even though my pussy was almost 1.5 meters away from it! It must have been quite a sight for anyone outside the car, like a whale spouting water, except it spouts for breathing, while mine spouts water because of lust.

(The End)

My First Display of Lust: I'm 36 years old. My husband died in a car accident two years ago, leaving me and my 18-year-old son a large insurance payout—enough for us to live comfortably for the rest of our lives. So, of course, I stayed home as a carefree housewife. But one day, while tidying my son's room, I found some novels.

"My God!" What are these? I randomly opened a few books on my son's bookshelf, and the pages were filled with images of penises…breasts…vaginal fluids, and the like.

Although I knew my son was a terrible student, I didn't care because the money was enough for him to live on for the rest of his life. I never imagined he would spend all his energy on these things.

When I get back, I'll definitely give him a good talking to, but my 18-year-old son is so precocious, I probably can't beat him. It seems I can only try to educate him.

To educate him, I need to understand his mindset; maybe reading this will help.

I opened a book called "Incestuous Mother and Son," and oh my god, the explicit language made me blush. Slowly, my lower body became hot and itchy, and my hand unconsciously reached down, digging and scratching hard. Since my husband passed away, I've been lonely and restless every night, and my masturbation has become more and more frequent. Almost every morning, my labia and clitoris are red and swollen.

The incestuous acts in the book made me think of my son. What was he doing and thinking when he read the book? He must have been rubbing his penis like me. Not just any penis, but the crude words made me wet even more. My son is very precocious; every morning when I call him, I see my erect penis pushing against the blanket. Did he think of me when he read the book? I think he did. No wonder his eyes are always full of wildness when he reads it. If he knew his mother was so lewd, would he really commit incest with me? The thought of my son's huge penis penetrating my filthy, wanton vagina made my body tense, and my waist arched violently—I was about to climax! "I'm home!!!" Oh my god, it was already evening, and my son was coming home from school. What if he saw me like this?! But the climax came immediately, and my hands, as if on cue, rubbed my swollen clitoris, which was the size of a peanut, even harder. Hearing my son's footsteps coming upstairs, the pleasure of fearing exposure surged again. Ah! I bit my lip hard, and finally, I climaxed.

I hurriedly closed the book, not even bothering to put it back, and tossed it aside. I quickly stood up and headed for the door. "...You're back...? I'll cook right away." Oh my god, why was my son looking at me like that? His initial surprise at seeing me had turned into a beastly gaze, not the look a son gives his mother, but the look a man gives a woman, full of conquest and contempt, as if he were looking at his own possession.

Oh my god, I couldn't stay any longer. After the climax, my legs felt like they weren't my own. I struggled past my son down the stairs. Would he smell the scent of my vaginal fluid? I could almost smell it myself. I glanced up at the large mirror at the corner of the stairs. My God!!! My white house shorts were soaked with vaginal fluid, the sticky discharge from the climax slowly dripping down my inner thighs. My large breasts, without a bra, were almost bursting out. Sweat had already soaked my tight-fitting top, making my two still-erect nipples clearly visible, almost down to the milk ducts.

My face flushed even more, and I quickened my pace downstairs to the kitchen, trying to convince myself that maybe my son hadn't noticed his mother's lewd behavior.

Oh God! My bra!! My bra was still in my son's room. Maybe he wouldn't find it, but how could that be! How could I face my son after behaving so lewdly? It seems I don't need to educate him anymore; it's me who needs to be educated.

But being naked and committing incest in front of him really excited me immensely, and I got wet again! I'm such a lewd woman, a negligent mother.

In the chaos, I quickly prepared a simple meal.

"...Son...eat...eat..." I really had no face to play the role of a virtuous wife and mother anymore.

Hearing my son's footsteps coming downstairs, I couldn't help but look up, barely meeting his gaze.

Disdain, utter disdain! My son was looking at me with disdain, as if I were a shameless street prostitute, a plaything.

Oh God, it's over! He must have found out. My bra, his book, the chair—there must still be my vaginal fluid on them.

How can I be a mother?! Following my son's gaze, I looked down. Oh no! I'd forgotten to change! My bra was still stuck to my breasts, uselessly, and my shorts were still wet with vaginal fluid, leaving stains on my inner thighs all the way to my ankles.

I hurriedly sat down, desperately trying to hide it.

In my panic, I didn't see my son's mocking and teasing smile.

Dinner felt like an eternity. I spent almost the entire evening hiding my face behind my bowl, even though I knew it only exposed my large breasts to my son's view. But I couldn't face his gaze.

What would he think of me, his wanton mother? Would he still consider me his mother? Would he treat me the same way he used to? What was he doing now? Was he staring at my breasts? Was he satisfied with them? Although they weren't as firm as a young woman's, they hadn't sagged, especially considering their size. Perhaps my son would dislike that my nipples and areolas were too big? What would I do if he wanted to have sex with me now? I probably wouldn't resist. The incestuous stimulation made my juices gush out like a burst dam, probably spilling everywhere.

God, what am I doing? A mother fantasizing about sex in front of her son, and with her own son at that—a shameless, lewd woman.

I kept rubbing my legs together, masturbating in front of my son, exposing and humiliating myself. Suddenly, my uterus convulsed violently. God, I'm going to orgasm! No! My last shred of decency told me I couldn't lose face in front of my son any longer. I forced myself to distract myself, but my son's erect penis and disdainful gaze were making it hard for me to hold on.

"I'm finished, 'Mom'!" Hearing my son come upstairs, I finally collapsed onto the table, overwhelmed by the long-awaited orgasm.

I had no mind to understand what my son meant by saying "Mom" last.

Part Two [Abandoning Dignity] The sunlight woke me. Staring at the ceiling, naked, I wished yesterday's events were all a dream, but the slight pain in my genitals told me it was all so real.

Last night, I masturbated almost all night. Looking at my still swollen labia minora, my clitoris swollen like a peanut and unable to retract, and the sheets almost completely soaked, I couldn't help but smile bitterly to myself. When did I become so lewd? Or was it just something I was born with and hadn't noticed before? Why is this happening? Do I really like incest and exhibitionism? Why can my son's disdainful gaze give me an orgasm? Am I a born pervert? I thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so I gave up! Yesterday's shorts and tank top were no longer wearable, so I just grabbed a nightgown and went to make breakfast! Breakfast was ready, time to wake my son. I went to his room again, but hesitated. I was still afraid to see him, afraid he would leave me because of his disdain.

Sigh, I can only hope he forgives my momentary lapse.

"Son," I gently pushed open the door and entered. The scene before me froze me. My son lay on the bed like a statue of David, the only difference being that this "David's" penis was erect and towering. It was huge! I was even a little proud of my son now. It was probably nine inches long, as thick as a teacup. I had only ever seen such a sight in American porn.

Composing myself, I quietly walked to my son's bedside. He was still asleep, so adorable. I couldn't let him leave me.

Following my son's cute smiling face, I couldn't help but look down. My son already had pectoral and abdominal muscles; he had really grown strong, like a man.

But what followed convinced me even more that he had a penis over an inch long. A closer look was even more astonishing. The glans was like an egg, already swollen and purplish-red, with prominent veins. If this thing entered my body, I definitely wouldn't be able to bear it. My vagina has always been narrow and shallow; even his father's four-inch penis could enter my uterus. If it did, it would definitely leak.

What was I thinking? I was actually imagining my own son's penis entering my uterus! Oh my god, when I came to, I found myself straddling my son, my nose almost touching his glans.

I should leave and wake him up, yes, I should do that, but his purplish-red glans and the strong masculine scent mixed with urine held me firmly in place.

I'm such a lewd woman, a complete pervert, actually liking my son's penis and unable to extricate myself.

Maybe...maybe my son isn't awake yet; he usually sleeps very soundly. I slowly stuck out the tip of my tongue and licked his glans. It was dry, but burning hot, and that heat almost set me ablaze too. My fingers rubbed his still-red clitoris again, and drops of vaginal fluid were already dripping onto his bed. What would my son think if he saw this? Oh well, whatever, let him know his mother's true nature, let him have a lewd and shameless mother! The feeling of depravity excited me even more, and I finally made up my mind to take my son's glans into my mouth.

My God, just one glans almost filled my mouth. To be honest, I had never given a man oral sex before, but my lewd nature made me quickly know what to do. I licked the big glans in circles with my tongue. It was really difficult because the glans almost filled my entire mouth. Sticky liquid was flowing from the urethral opening. It was a little bitter, but it strongly stimulated my taste buds, making me almost dizzy.

My fingers moved faster and faster, my vagina grew hotter and hotter, and my nipples swelled and ached. I really wanted to go back to my room and masturbate properly, but I couldn't bear to give up this delicious cock. Suddenly, the cock in my mouth trembled violently, and a stream of hot, thick fluid hit my palate. My son had ejaculated. My own son had ejaculated in his mother's mouth! This shame and incestuous stimulation brought me to another climax... When I woke up, I found my son staring at me with that contemptuous look in his eyes. My heart skipped a beat. Did he know about my shameless act? "Mom, are you alright? Didn't you sleep well last night? How did you faint here?" The weight on my heart finally lifted. He didn't know. I was about to answer him when I realized the semen was still in my mouth, making it impossible to open my mouth. But I didn't want to swallow it, so I could only nod haphazardly. The semen had cooled down, sticky, and had a slightly fishy smell, which was a bit disgusting, but I didn't hate it. On the contrary, the feeling of humiliation excited me.

Lost in thought, I left my son's room, savoring his semen. My tongue curled up, letting the semen slide between my tongue and palate, as if afraid it would dissipate and I wouldn't be able to spit it out.

"Mom! Come eat!" My son pushed me to the table. Unable to refuse, I reluctantly sat down. "Here, Mom!" he said, handing me a glass of milk. Good heavens, I almost thought he was doing it on purpose, but his expression was so natural. I had no choice but to take the milk. The scalding milk and the slightly cold semen went down my throat together, like swallowing phlegm. Thinking about it, I gagged.

My son, seeing my expression, finally ate his meal with satisfaction.

As for me, I had no appetite at all.

My son finally went to school, and I started cleaning the rooms, as usual, finishing his room last.

Standing at the door, thinking about what happened that morning, I felt ashamed of myself. How could I have done such a thing—giving my son oral sex and then collapsing into his groin after an orgasm?

Sigh… Pushing open the door, I was surprised to find the room unusually tidy.

Just as I was about to leave, I glanced at my son's bed, and what I saw made me gasp.

A glaring puddle of liquid was on the neatly made bed. Oh my god, it was my morning's vaginal fluid, and next to it was my bra from yesterday. So he knew everything. Thinking this, I felt a strange sense of relief; it seemed my son hadn't wanted to leave me because of my promiscuity.

There seemed to be something inside the bra. I picked it up, and felt a cool sensation in my palm. It was my son's semen. He had masturbated with his mother's bra yesterday. Oh my god, so much! It almost filled half the bra. This morning's semen was just a drop in the ocean. Thinking about this morning's semen, my vagina involuntarily contracted a few times, and my damn vaginal fluid flowed out again. I don't know how I have so much vaginal fluid. Smelling the pungent, fishy smell, I couldn't help but gulp down the semen my son had left behind. This time it was really cold and disgusting, but it also made me feel ashamed and aroused.

Only after licking it clean did I turn away, satisfied. The fishy taste in my mouth gave me a strange sense of pleasure. This was my son's semen. My son was feeding his shameless, lewd mother with his semen... Wait, under the bra was a videotape and a note: "After watching the video, there's something you want under my bed..." Filled with curiosity, I started watching the video. My God, what is this? "The Rules of Sex Slavery." A woman wearing only an apron was serving a child about the same age as my son. Why was he giving me this? Where did this damn Japanese video come from? No way, could it be that my son wants me to do what's in the video? Looking at the woman on TV, being humiliated and abused by her master—perhaps her master was also her son—this thought actually excited me immensely.

After watching the video, I finally knew what my son wanted me to do, because under the bed I found a large box containing dildos of various sizes, whips, handcuffs, and many other things I couldn't even imagine what they were for.

What should I do? I am a mother, but a wanton mother, and a mother whose wanton nature has been discovered by my son. Thinking of his contemptuous and mocking gaze, I know that in his eyes I am no longer a mother,

but a woman, a shameless, lewd woman waiting to be played with. Son! I know what to do. I will abandon my maternal dignity, follow my wanton nature, and become my son's sex slave. Son, I will use my cunt, my breasts, my mouth, everything I have to satisfy you.

Having made up my mind, I felt much lighter and happier. I took off my clothes and picked up the maid's uniform from the box. It seemed to be a size too small, the top making my breasts look high and firm. Although I was a little short of breath, the feeling of returning to my youth excited me. The small apron barely covered my thick pubic hair, making me almost afraid to move. My completely naked back and buttocks were exposed to the air, and this wanton feeling made me tremble. Oh, right, there was one more important thing. I picked out the smallest penis from the box and inserted it into my vagina. Even though I was already overflowing with lust, it still made me gasp. This smallest one was still 4 inches long, and since my vagina is shallow, it almost reached my cervix.

I took two deep breaths and slowly walked towards the door. I wasn't used to having something so big inside my vagina; my legs felt almost impossible to touch. I couldn't ignore the large thing inside my vagina because of the excessive vaginal fluid. With each step, the dildo would slip out a bit, forcing me to contract my anus to pull it back in, like I was fucking myself. Every time the dildo reached my cervix, my heart skipped a beat.

The mirror in the hallway startled me. A middle-aged woman, her eyes filled with desire, wore a tight black top that accentuated her enormous breasts. I never imagined my breasts were so amazing. A flat stomach, a black dildo peeking out from under a black skirt with white trim, its length changing with my breath. Two glistening trails of fluid flowed from the inside of her long, snow-white legs. Was this me? I never thought I could be so beautiful. It seemed I was truly suited to be a wanton woman.

In the midst of continuous orgasms, I miraculously managed to safely make dinner—a true miracle.

Sitting at the table, I simply didn't have the strength to stand up. Looking at the wetness that streamed down my legs, as if I'd just come out of the water, oh my god, a shiny trail of wetness had been left on the floor where I'd walked. What if my son saw this? But I really didn't have the strength to clean it up. Let it be, let my son see how lewd his mother is.

Hearing the garage door open, I knew my son was home. Suddenly, I remembered my current identity—I was my son's sex slave. How could I not greet my master?

So I struggled to my feet and walked with difficulty to the door. Then I heard the key turn in the lock. I hurriedly knelt down. I didn't know why I did this, but I thought maybe my son would prefer his mother like this.

Kneeling down, I realized how pathetic I'd made myself. Because of the sudden kneeling, the dildo slipped out more from my vagina, the wetness making it black and shiny, a grotesque and obscene sight against my snow-white thighs.

"Not bad, you slutty mom, you're learning pretty fast!" My son slowly squatted down in front of me, lifting my chin with his hand, forcing me to look him in the eye. Was this still the way a son looked at his mother?! I knew from this moment on, I had truly lost my identity as a mother, and a new life had been born—my son's sex slave.

"You look really beautiful today, but what are you doing now?" My son's words left me speechless, as if I had deliberately dressed up like this to seduce him. Sigh, wasn't that right? I was so lewd, it was only natural that my son looked down on me.

"Son, forgive me, your mother is a lewd woman, unworthy to be your mother. From today onwards, I am your… sex slave."

"That's not good, you're my mother, how could you possibly listen to what I say?" "Then…" I didn't know what to do, "Maybe you can give me a guarantee or something…!" My son led me step by step, the embarrassment making me lose the ability to think. I was eager to escape this situation and get my son to accept the new me.

"Okay, but how do we do it?" "You can come with me if you want." My son got up and walked towards his room without looking back. I tried to stand up and follow, but my legs wouldn't obey me. Gritting my teeth, I could only crawl upstairs like a dog, using both hands and feet. Listening to the dripping sound of my juices on the floor, looking at my snow-white buttocks in the mirror, my swollen, red labia holding that thick, shiny black penis, my wanton self made me almost feel like I should just die.

Thinking about the unknown fate that awaited me, I felt a little lost, but this feeling of being controlled also excited me. I

was almost upstairs. Although it was just a short flight of stairs, today it tormented me along with the penis in my vagina, as if it would never end. But I was about to climax again. I didn't know how many times this had happened. My vagina, which had been starved for two years, was finally filled today. I felt so good. My

breathing became more and more rapid. I hoped that I could climax again when I got upstairs, at least so I wouldn't fall.

"Hey!" my son said, looking at me. But there was a running V8 between us. Oh my god, was this what he wanted?! "Mom, can you tell me why you're dressed like this? Are you trying to seduce your son?" I had no choice but to go all out! "Yes, Mom is seducing you because Mom is actually a slutty woman. From now on, I'm no longer your mother. I belong to you. Everything I have is yours. You are my master, and I will obey your orders unconditionally.

Please give me this chance. Please accept your perverted mother's despicable demands.

" Humiliation tears dripped onto the floor, and hot, lustful fluids also dripped from my soaked pubic hair.

"How do you know you're doing this willingly, my dear mother?" Oh my god, is this torment not over yet?! The humiliation and the flashing camera pushed me to the peak of pleasure. I used my last strength to climb onto the second-floor floor. "Look, son, this is Mom's guarantee of loyalty to you!" Without hesitation, I rolled up my skirt, completely exposing my most intimate parts to my son and the camera. I spread my legs wide, my uterus convulsing violently, and a gush of scalding liquid spurted from my vagina, even pushing out the large dildo, which arced in a bright parabola through the air. At the same time, immense pleasure filled my brain, and a thought flashed through my mind before I fainted, "I lost control of my bladder in front of my son..." ———————————————————————— In my sleep, the familiar pleasure returned from my vagina, wave after wave, while my breasts throbbed with intense pain, as if my nipples were being pulled off.

Slowly opening my eyes, I found myself in a long-abandoned basement.

No wonder my limbs felt bound; my hands were tied behind my back, my calves and thighs were folded together, and the three ropes binding my hands and feet were tied to a ring, leaving me hanging face down in mid-air.

The pleasure in my vagina came from an electric dildo. I guessed it was much bigger than the previous one because it was constantly rubbing against my cervix. Even though it was hanging down, the pleasure it gave me still made me twitch and tremble. But with each movement, my breasts would ache terribly. I really didn't know what my son had done to him, or where he was! "Awake?!" My son appeared in the doorway like a ghost. "My slutty mom, your pussy feels good now! Do you know what this is?" My son held up a transparent disposable cup, which was filled with a slightly cloudy and sticky liquid. I shook my head in confusion, indicating my bewilderment.

"Mom, this is your own vaginal fluid! Haha!" My God, I had never seen so much vaginal fluid before, and it was my own. Although I knew I had a lot of vaginal fluid yesterday, I didn't expect it to be so considerable when collected.

"You must be thirsty after so many orgasms. Here, drink this. From now on, this will be your morning tea.

" My son picked up a straw and inserted it into the cup. I knew it was inevitable, so I resignedly opened my mouth, took the straw in, and slowly sucked my own vaginal fluid. It wasn't bad. Having had the experience of eating semen, I naturally finished the fluid in the cup. I wasn't embarrassed anymore. In front of my son, I had completely abandoned my self-respect.

"Alright, I have to go to school now." My son looked at me with satisfaction and lowered me to his waist height. He already knew what to do. I had been waiting for this moment to come. To be honest, I was really looking forward to it.

"What are you waiting for? Don't you have any slave instincts? Unzip it with your mouth!" I stuck out my tongue and licked the zipper. The cold, metallic taste gave me a feeling of slavery. The zipper was open, and my son wasn't wearing underwear. But because his precious cock was so big, even with the zipper open, it still couldn't be released. I had no idea what to do. All I could think about was quickly tasting my son's delicious cock and filling my filthy mouth with it. I stretched my tongue out to try and lick the cock still inside his pants, but how could I possibly muster any strength while hanging in mid-air?

I saw a lewd middle-aged woman hanging naked in the air, a screeching sound coming from her cunt. She was trying to stick out her tongue to chase after a huge cock—her own son's cock. What an obscene scene! "Haha..." My son laughed wildly as he watched my clumsy attempt.

"Give it to me, please, master, let your lowly slave, your slutty mother, eat your big cock! Please..." I was consumed by lust and had lost my mind; carnal desire was the most important thing to me now.

"Alright, here you go, dear mother, give your son's big cock, let me see your oral skills."

Saying that, he unbuttoned his jeans, and instantly, my son's huge cock, which I had been dreaming of, slapped against my face.

Of course, I didn't hesitate to take that huge glans into my mouth. It tasted so good; the strong masculine scent made me feel that it was good to be a woman.

At this moment, my son suddenly grabbed my hair without warning, and with a sudden stop, his 9-inch cock was completely pushed into my throat. Oh my god, I almost suffocated, and even felt this terrifying weapon enter my stomach.

But my son forcefully kept my mouth and throat at the same level, so it wasn't difficult. It's just that every time my son pulled in and out, his big glans would dangle from the back of my tongue, making me feel nauseous.

My son fucked my mouth like this for a full five minutes. I think this must have been very enjoyable for him, because he had already let out a pleasant moan.

Just when I thought everything would continue like this, until the end, my son suddenly stopped. "Maybe... we can play something else. I think you'll like it, because it will make you look even more depraved.

" As he spoke, he pulled his large penis out of my throat. Now it was covered in my saliva; the friction and my sucking had made it thicker, bigger, and redder.

My son is only 18 years old; I can't even imagine what he'll be like in the future. But so far, he hasn't used his big penis to teach his slutty mother a lesson, which is somewhat disappointing.

Just as I was lost in thought, my son grabbed my shoulders and swung me back forcefully. "Swinging on your little mouth, do you like it?" I knew I wouldn't have time to answer, because my son's erect penis was getting bigger and bigger in front of me. I could only forcefully tilt my head back and open my mouth wide, hoping my teeth wouldn't hurt my son's precious treasure, my future source of pleasure.

"Ugh!" With the momentum, I quickly swallowed my son's entire penis. I really admire myself; my endurance and flexibility are truly remarkable.

My lower lip actually touched my son's scrotum, meaning I put his entire 9-inch penis into my mouth. Keep in mind, this was my first time giving oral sex just yesterday. It seems I'm really suited to be a sex slave.

Although my mouth was swollen and my throat felt like it was on fire, the feeling of being played with and dominated was also very exciting. Besides, I was sucking my son's penis. How many mothers can understand this?

After about 30 swings, just when I thought my neck was about to cramp, my son grabbed me. Seeing his flushed face, I knew he was about to ejaculate. He steadied me, slapping my cheeks hard with his large penis, then frantically fucked my mouth. A few moments later, I felt it twitch inside my mouth—it was coming! I excitedly awaited this moment. "Oh!~..." With a roar from my son, three thick streams of semen poured into my mouth. Good heavens, so much! The taste seemed much better today, not as nauseating as yesterday. Upon closer tasting, there was even a hint of sweetness amidst the fishy smell. I think I've fallen in love with my son's semen. "

Don't swallow or spit it out," my son's cold voice pulled me back to reality. "Keep it in your mouth until I come back! Take one pill each morning and evening.

Don't touch anything on your body. Today's clothes are under my bed." With that, he untied the ropes binding me, threw down an unlabeled bottle of pills, and turned to leave the basement.

I think I was probably hung up all night, because when I was put down, I could barely feel my limbs. With my son's semen inside, my vagina was still throbbing, waves of tingling pleasure washing over me. It felt like something was pressing down on me. I struggled to turn over, and that's when I realized what was causing my breast pain: two 7-inch-long, entirely black dildos were clipped to my nipples with clothespins, turning my already dark nipples a dark reddish-black.

I lay there for about 20 minutes, my own vaginal fluids spilling onto the floor, before I regained the ability to walk.

I decided to get back to the room as soon as possible to see what my son had prepared for me, but after searching the basement for ages, I realized there was nothing to cover myself with.

Good heavens, to get from the basement to the room I had to cross the courtyard, and outside the courtyard was the road! Good heavens, was I going to be naked and exposed to the elements? What if the neighbors or passersby saw me? Besides, the two large penises on my chest felt like they were going to tear my nipples off if I moved them. And the vibrating dildo in my vagina left me weak all over. I had no choice but to go back. I gently opened the door with one hand, the other supporting the penises on my chest. Luckily, it was still early, and no one was on the street.

I released the penises and rushed towards the door. The penises on my breasts caused a slight, stinging pain, but it couldn't mask the pleasure from the friction and vibration of the vibrating dildo in my groin. The pleasure and fear of exposure made my senses incredibly acute.

Finally, I reached the door and breathed a huge sigh of relief. But when I tried to open the door, my heart sank to ice. God, my son had locked the door.

I frantically tried to move the handle, hoping it was all a dream.

But apart from the clicking sound of the handle, the door remained unresponsive.

I knelt on the floor in frustration, only to find a note under the door: "Mom, what does it feel like to have the sun shining on your butt? Show off your cunt, it looks like it hasn't dried for two days.

Oh, and the key is in the crack above the door, grab it yourself." I really couldn't fulfill my son's request because I heard several housewives chatting in the distance.

I stared at the key above my head, but no matter how high I stood, I couldn't reach it; it seemed I could only get it by jumping.

I gritted my teeth; the sounds in the distance were getting closer, I had to try one more time! Once, twice, three times… the black dildo on my chest swung back and forth, my breasts swaying left and right with them, and the vibrating dildo in my vagina was now stuck at the cervix because of the pressure in my lower abdomen. My sensitive uterus made me tremble all over with the vibration of the vibrating dildo. No, the laughter and chatter were getting closer, they would see! This thought only excited my brain more.

My lewd nature was about to be known to everyone, my reputation was about to be ruined.

No, I had to try one more time, clang! I finally managed to knock the door down, ignoring the stimulation emanating from different parts of my body. I hurriedly opened the door, and behind me, I heard soft footsteps. Had they seen me? What would they think if they did? I leaned against the door and collapsed to the ground. The pleasure of exposure drove me somewhat mad. I kneaded my breasts hard with both hands, spread my legs apart, brought my knees together, leaned forward, and forced the vibrating dildo inside my vagina. Oh God, it really entered my uterus! The orgasm came as expected! I was gradually getting used to the pleasure of orgasm; I wouldn't faint anymore. But the vibrating dildo was churning wildly inside my uterus, sending waves of orgasmic pleasure crashing over me.

When I was able to get up, the doormat was soaked through, with sweat, but even more so, the vaginal fluid flowing from my vagina.

Pulling the vibrator out of my uterus was a difficult move, because the pleasure was so intense. As it was pulled out, my vaginal fluid gushed out uncontrollably, flowing down my hands to my elbows—enough to wash my hands. I smiled helplessly; I couldn't control my own body. Should I thank it for the pleasure or curse its wantonness?

I should go see what my son had prepared for me.

I dragged out yesterday's suitcase—a white leather outfit. Just looking at the small amount of fabric, I already knew what it was for.

I changed into it; whatever my son asked for was my command.

The top was more like a vest, except with two large, adjustable holes at the breast area, making my breasts stand up high again. Even with two long, dark artificial pubic hairpins hanging from my nipples, it only made my breasts hurt more.

I was wearing long pants that were tightly constricting my body, with an opening at the vulva. The taut leather constricted the sides of my labia majora, making my vulva, with the vibrating dildo inserted, even more prominent. But what bothered me most was the three-inch-long, two-finger-thick dildo that was attached to my anus. The dildo was hollow in the middle, with an opening outside the pants, and a small, bean-sized hole at the urethral opening.

It seemed my anus was going to be "trained" too.

Inexperienced, I assumed it was inserted like a regular dildo, so I forcefully spread my anus, trying to sit the head of the dildo inside.

My anal muscles were so tight that I couldn't get it in. I was sweating profusely, but still couldn't get it right. How could I be a good sex slave to my son like this? I couldn't help but hate myself for being so useless. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and sat down hard. "Ah...!" I couldn't help but cry out. The dildo had gone in completely, the head of it was huge. My poor little anus must have been torn. I touched my anus in fear, thankfully it was okay.

But my usually wrinkled anus was now round, almost indistinguishable from my buttocks. My once smooth buttocks suddenly had a pillar sticking out, which was kind of funny.

Everything is difficult at the beginning. The dildo went in a little, and the rest slowly squeezed into my rectum. It felt like I had to poop, as if I would have to pull it out if I didn't push. Every time the dildo went in a little, my anal muscles would contract, squeezing the dildo tightly. I don't know what anal sex feels like for other women, but I actually enjoyed the process. I actually felt pleasure.

I finally let out a long sigh of relief when I inserted the entire dildo into my rectum. Pulling up my pants, I realized I couldn't move at all. The vibrating dildo in my vagina and the one in my rectum felt like they were glued together, both vibrating as if in unison. I'd never felt so completely fulfilled before. Being a wanton woman is truly blissful! I tried my best to close my legs, to walk more gracefully. Now I'm more willing to look in the mirror than before, seeing the woman in it, becoming more and more depraved each day, yet radiating a wicked and alluring charm.

Look, in the mirror, a white bodysuit makes my petite frame appear much longer. A pair of large, shiny black dildos sway beneath my high breasts, a dazzling contrast to the white surroundings. My pubic hair and the vibrating dildo protruding from my body reveal my wanton nature.

Who would know that I still have my son's semen in my mouth and a large dildo inserted in my anus?

I like myself now.

Oh right, I still need to take medicine. I don't know what it's for, but my son ordered me to do it. I know it will give me more pleasure. Pursuing the release of desire is my only purpose in life now.

But I still have my son's semen in my mouth, how can I take the medicine? I'll spit it out first, take the medicine

, and then keep it in my mouth. I didn't know it was medicine. After taking it, I could only feel the direction and frequency of the two penises vibrating in my vagina and rectum. My breasts clearly felt the pulling pleasure and pain, but it didn't seem to hurt as much as before, allowing me to fully enjoy the pleasure of not being tortured.

I've never made a meal so difficult. I spent almost the entire time in the pleasure of orgasm. My fingers were cut in many places, but I didn't feel any pain at all. My brain was completely dominated by the pleasure from my vagina and rectum.

By the time dinner was ready, I was already collapsed at the table from a series of orgasms.

The sound of my son opening the garage door pulled me back from my unreal world of desire. The battery in my vibrating dildo was probably dead; it was only trembling slightly. It was time to get up and greet my son, my master. My hand slipped, and I fell to the floor again, my large breasts slapping against the ground with a loud thud. It turned out that the continuous orgasms had left me completely soaked in a large puddle of vaginal fluid. I was sure I had an endless supply of vaginal fluid.

Dragging a long trail of water, I finally made it to the door. "Master! You're back. Your sex slave mom missed you so much.

" {I said such shameless things so naturally. I couldn't believe that it had only been three days since the beginning. It seemed I was a born sex slave.}

"Take off my shoes!" As I obediently knelt down and respectfully extended my hands, my son slapped my large breasts hard, leaving a red handprint. The two black dildos hanging from my chest flew high.

What had I done wrong to deserve this punishment from my son, my master? I looked at my master, bewildered.

"Your hands are only fit to play with your cunt, use your mouth!" So this is how lowly I am. Fine, I was always a sex slave without dignity. My task was to carry out my son's orders.

So I crawled on the ground like a dog, my buttocks raised high, the two fake penises seeming to penetrate even deeper, my bulging breasts becoming huge cones under the pull of the dildo.

To untie the shoelaces while avoiding spilling the semen in my mouth, I had to grit my teeth and pull the shoelaces with my lips.

Then I stuck them in my son's heel, a sour smell of sweat filling my nostrils, but I didn't hate it. I liked any scent of my son.

Finally, I used my nose to slowly nudge my son's shoe off.

"I didn't expect you to be so talented, a natural slave! Today I'll reward you properly," my son laughed smugly.

I also felt a sense of happiness.

Throughout the entire dinner, my son didn't make a move, and I grew increasingly impatient, finishing my dinner absentmindedly.

"Mom, call the teacher," my son said, handing me the phone. Based on past experience, he must have gotten into trouble at school again.

"What have you done now?!" I was a little angry, suddenly remembering my role as a mother. "Ah!" My son suddenly grabbed the dildo dangling from my nipple, the pain causing me to fall at his feet.

"Have you forgotten who you are, you lowly, lewd slut!" I snapped back to reality. What right did I have to educate my son now? I should be receiving sex education from him.

"Master, please forgive this ignorant slave girl, please punish my disrespect.

" "Make the call first.

" "Yes, Master.

" I took the phone, and my son dialed the teacher's number.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" A soft, effeminate male voice came from the receiver. "

Hello, I'm Gao Jie's mother. I heard you have something to say to me.

" At this moment, my son pressed my head down, and I obediently lay face down at a 90-degree angle on the phone table. Then he spread my legs. What was he going to do? "Hello, my surname is Chen. I've wanted to talk to you about Gao Jie for a long time. These past few days..." Suddenly, with a loud "pop," the vibrating dildo was pulled out of my vagina. The sound was so loud it was like turning on a champagne. Without even looking, I knew a lot of vaginal fluid was gushing out, because my previously swollen uterus felt much lighter.

Just as I was feeling a little frustrated by the sudden emptiness in my vagina after a day, something hot and huge thrust into my vagina with a "plop." I couldn't help but let out a "ah." I was such a happy woman. My son's big cock was finally going to fill my source of lust. He was finally using his big cock to teach his lewd mother a lesson. Was this his reward? The violent thrusting almost pierced me. I thought my uterus was going to be pulled out. My entire vagina was moving in and out with the thrusting. I knew that from now on, I would sacrifice everything to earn my son's reward.

"Are you alright?!" Teacher Chen's voice brought me back to my senses. Of course, I wouldn't tell him that my son's huge cock was pounding my cunt. "I'm fine... um... I'm fine, it's just... I... I've been... a little... a little cold lately. You said... your... ah..." My son seemed to be deliberately thrusting his huge cock all the way in. My God, it felt like his huge cock was going to pierce my throat.

I bit my lip tightly, and I couldn't hear what Teacher Chen was saying anymore.

"I was just unconsciously responding, but it's more accurate to say that it was a nasal sound that came out with my son's thrusting," um... um... ah... "My son is really good, he really knows how to fuck, manipulating his huge cock fast and slow, deep and shallow. I never knew a woman could be this happy. Would Teacher Chen recognize that this was my moaning? But I couldn't care less anymore. My son's huge cock never pulled out of my uterus, the big glans constantly rubbing against my uterine wall. My naturally lewd nature was being fucked for less than 20 times before I reached an unprecedented orgasm, "Ah...!" "During my climax, I fainted again, followed by an endless stream of pleasure emanating from my vagina.

When I woke up, I found myself hanging in the basement just like I had that morning. The only difference was that there was no vibrating dildo inside my vagina; instead, my labia minora were experiencing a painful yet pleasurable sensation.

My son was fiddling with something by the sink.

'Awake? My slutty mom?' he said, turning around with a 500cc syringe in his hand, filled with a clear, sticky fluid drawn from a small basin. No way, it looks so familiar. Could that basin be all my vaginal fluid? How many times did I climax?" This thought made me lower my head in embarrassment. My son seemed to have read my mind. "That's right, dear Mom, this is all your vaginal fluid. There's quite a lot, isn't there? You really put me in a difficult position just now, making such lewd moans in front of my teacher. Every time I pulled, a large gush of fluid was squeezed out. I was afraid your fluid would flood the house, so I had to use something to catch it. There's still a lot left in the living room!" My son's words made me even more ashamed. I was such a lewd slut. If Teacher Chen recognized my moans, how would my son face his classmates at school?

At this moment, without warning, my son inserted a syringe into the dildo in my anus. It turned out that the small opening in the dildo could be pushed open from the outside, while the inside remained tightly closed due to the pressure of the rectum. "Ah..." I let out a soft cry. I had already expected this outcome. How could my son give up on developing another hole in me that could bring him pleasure? Of course, I wouldn't object, because I am one of the few women who can truly experience pleasure from anal sex. Using everything I have to serve my son is what a sex slave mother should do, isn't it? The cool, erotic sensation made me cry out. As more and more of it was poured down, my stomach swelled, the bloating and cold sensation causing me to writhe in pain.

"What does it feel like, my little slave?" Master, good master, your lowly slave mother is in so much pain.

"I know the more lewd I say, the more my son likes it. Sure enough, son looks at me smugly." Where does it hurt? What can I do to help you, my dear mother? My asshole, my asshole, my lowly slave's asshole is about to burst! Please let me poop it out, okay? Please, your sex slave mother is willing to do anything.

Of course, but you have to satisfy me first, okay? Hurry up and fuck me, hurry up and fuck Mommy's cunt, Mommy's cunt is always ready to be fucked by her son's big cock.

"The juices in my belly are already gurgling, making me abandon my last shred of shame, I'll say whatever's lewd, hoping my son will release his desires soon so I can be freed from this hellish torment.

" You're such a slut, actually asking your own son to fuck you, a born sex slave.

"As he spoke, he pulled out his nine-inch cock and thrust it hard into my cunt. Although my cunt was never dry, my son's cock was so big and thick. Besides, my vagina was already narrow and shallow, and the cunt in my rectum was pressing against it. My son's insertion actually made me feel like I was losing my virginity. "Ah... son, your cock is so big, my cunt is about to burst!" "Mom, your vagina is really top-notch, so narrow and shallow, almost every man can make you orgasm. You are a slut who lives for sex.

" My son's words and the constant thrusting of his penis made me truly understand that I live for sex. Indeed, everything about my body is so suitable for sex and being abused.

"Ah... son... your cock is so hard and big... God... um... you're going to fuck Mom to death... be gentle... your big cock is going to burst my uterus, Mom still has to feed you and give birth to your children... ah... good... again... fuck Mom harder!..." God, please let me spend my time in the climax of sex! In the vast basement, the only sounds besides the splashing of my son's huge penis entering and exiting my vagina, accompanied by the sounds of our moans and groans, were the sounds of our lewd conversation.

My son's penis was truly amazing; although it was so big it almost choked me, what more could a woman ask for than to have such a penis inside her once in her life?

One orgasm after another, the second time I was fucked by my son's huge penis, the enema had brought even more pleasure than the first time.

But why didn't I faint like before when these intense orgasms kept coming? Instead, I was fully conscious, enjoying every thrust of his penis into my vagina. The mixture in my rectum churned within my vagina, creating a throbbing, pleasurable sensation. I had never felt so sensitive before, able to perceive every subtle pleasure both externally and internally. But I had lost the ability to think; all my words and actions were simply instinctive reactions of my body.

Therefore, every word I uttered was the most genuine, every action the most desperately needed from my heart.

"What are we doing... Mom?" "We... are... fucking." "You... with whom?" "Me... with... my own... biological son." "What's that sound... me, you slutty mom?" "It's... my son's... big cock... fucking... my cunt." "How... are you feeling now?" "My son's... big cock... is fucking... me so good, I... keep... having orgasms, thank you son's... big cock.

" A middle-aged woman was hanging upside down in a triangle shape. Her eyes were slightly open, and lewd moans came from her nose. Her mouth was almost never closed as she kept moaning. Her breasts, which were stretched into cone shapes by two large penises, were covered with long lines of vaginal fluid. Her legs were spread wide apart, and a young man was squeezing her buttocks and fucking her hard. If anyone could see this, I believe even an impotent man would get hard.

"Ah... I'm coming, Mom! I'm going to shoot inside your womb!" "Come on... mmm... shoot into Mom's... womb, let this slutty Mom... have another daughter... for you to fuck!" "Ah..." My son and I cried out at the same time. I felt my son's big cock suddenly grow even bigger. My son desperately pushed his big cock into my cunt, as if he wouldn't feel at ease until he inserted his testicles as well. My 9-inch cock was already too much for me to handle, and now I was being fucked so hard that my eyes kept rolling back.

My son's big cock trembled violently a few times inside my womb, and a stream of hot semen burned my uterine wall... The month of incestuous sex between my son and me passed in the blink of an eye. During this time, I returned to the happy little woman I used to be.

During the day, I live like an ordinary mother, shuttling between the market, the shopping mall, and home. At night, I enjoy joyful incestuous nights with my son. We try every possible sexual position. Now I'm used to the violation of my son's large penis, and I skillfully give him oral sex. Only my anus is still uncooperative, unable to provide for him. But I think I'm probably a qualified sex slave now.

However, recently, my son hasn't abused me except for using his penis to penetrate my vagina, which makes me somewhat disappointed. I long for more varied ways of playing with and abusing me, so that I can experience simultaneous physical and mental orgasms.

Actually, I already have my son's unusually large penis, what more could I ask for?

The medicine my son got from somewhere is truly amazing. For a month now, I've had at least ten orgasms almost every night when I have sex with my son. Not only do I not experience pain the next day, but each orgasm is more than one, and my vagina hasn't become loose because of my son's large penis.

I only sleep three or four hours a day, yet I'm still full of energy. What amazes me most is that my nipples and labia minora, which had accumulated a lot of melanin due to age, have started to blush, and my skin is becoming increasingly fair. Everything makes me feel like I'm ten years younger, back in my high school days, except I now have a 36D bust and a 32E hip.

Everything is so perfect. The only thing that worries me is that I've become noticeably less sensitive to pain. I only notice accidental cuts when they bleed. I don't know what this will bring me, but focused on sexual pleasure, I quickly stop caring. Maybe it's just my imagination.

One morning, nothing out of the ordinary for me, my son, dressed in a neat school uniform, appeared before me. "Mom," he said. I hadn't heard him call me that in a long time. Slut, whore—those have become my names.

"Please change my clothes, will you take me to school?" Although I didn't understand my son's purpose, I followed him into my room out of habit. I thought he would pick out some of my new, revealing clothes, but to my surprise, he chose a light blue, tight-fitting, sleeveless, high-necked sweater and a brown skirt. And, incredibly, he made me wear underwear! Although it was a see-through, sexy outfit, knowing I couldn't enjoy the thrill of exposure made me somewhat disappointed. "Is that all?" I asked unwillingly. My son didn't seem to notice my disappointment and longing. "Hurry up, we're running late," he urged impatiently.

Perhaps he didn't want his classmates to know he had a promiscuous mother. Reluctantly, I changed.

It had been so long since I'd been a dutiful wife and mother; aside from a misty look in my eyes and a hint of desire on my lips, I almost felt like I'd returned to the past.

Urged on by my son, we left home early. "Aren't you driving?" I asked curiously. "Oh no, we'll take the bus today."

Whatever, the slave goes with the master.

It had been a long time since I'd taken the bus, and I was surprised to see so many people. It was probably because it was so early; the bus was almost entirely filled with students. My son pulled me to the back of the bus. "Hey, good morning, guys!" he excitedly greeted four people in matching school uniforms. But I noticed their eyes were almost all on me. Turns out, even in my pajamas, I'm quite attractive. My son pulled me closer. "This is my mom." "Hello, Auntie!" the four boys greeted me simultaneously. I politely responded and then quietly listened to my son's conversation with his classmates.

As the bus started moving, I found myself surrounded by my son and his classmates. Because I'm not very tall, only about 1.5 meters

, while they were at least 1.75 meters, I couldn't see anyone on the outer ring, and of course, they couldn't see me either.

I don't know when, but my son was already standing behind me; I could only reach the overhead handrail.

Then, a cold hand reached inside my shirt and unhooked my bra. Was my son going to expose me in front of his classmates? This is wonderful! The exposure I've been waiting for has finally arrived. It feels so good to be humiliated.

The bra moved so noticeably through my sweater that I had to let go of the armbands and lean against my son's firm chest. My right hand gripped his pants, while my left hand nervously covered my breasts. My nipples, stimulated by the sweater and the fear of exposure, quickly became engorged and erect.

Two barely visible grapes appeared on my high mounds of flesh.

Would they see? Was this what my son wanted? The tall, thin man with blond hair to my right winked at my son, who then put a pair of earphones into my ears. "Want to listen to some music?" But I couldn't hear anything! "Are you really okay?" the chubby man with glasses to my left asked cautiously. My son seemed to nod behind me. "Wow, boss, you're amazing! You even managed to handle Auntie!" the young, gray-haired man opposite said admiringly. "Boss, you're so lucky! You can have sex whenever you want, however you want!" Across from them, another burly man, about 190cm tall, roared, "Yeah, Auntie's so beautiful and sexy, even prettier than our girls, not to mention she's become her son's sex slave. Just thinking about it makes me hard!" The blond-haired guy licked his lips. "Boss, my drug works well, right? It's helped a lot with training Auntie, hasn't it?!" A fat man with glasses on his right asked. "Damn, stop with your lousy drug! How come there's no change? My mom's incredibly slutty, she doesn't need any training at all, she'll do anything, she's a natural sex slave."

"Ohhhhhh!" everyone exclaimed in unison. Actually, even I never imagined I'd be such an excellent sex toy.

"Impossible!" The fat man protested loudly, "The effects of this drug are subtle. It can enhance a woman's sensitivity to her sexual organs and skin, making sex more pleasurable; it reduces the slave's pain, making it easier to abuse; most importantly, it can increase the elasticity of a woman's muscles and speed up metabolism tenfold, meaning it makes a woman's vagina and breasts more elastic, so they won't loosen or prolong the orgasm, and recovery is faster. It can be used all day long, so there's no need to worry about the sex slave not being able to handle it..." The fat man argued like an expert.

"We'll wait and see.

" My son's conversation with his classmate had already made me blush. Oh my god, they knew everything. How could I face people now? But what dignity did I have left in front of them? My nipples were swollen, my vagina was already wet, and what's more, I actually hoped to hear more insults from them, and wanted to appear even more wanton in front of them.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but rub my swollen nipples with my hands.

"Hey, boss, when are we going to get to see her?" the blond thief sneered. "We're brothers for life. She's not my mother anymore, she's my woman, my sex slave. Of course, I'll share good things with my brother!" Good heavens, my son was going to share me with his brother, so I was probably somewhat prepared, and I didn't feel much shame or pain. On the contrary, I was even thinking that I had four more dicks fucking me! I squeezed my legs tightly together, afraid that my overflowing juices would spill out.

"When? Boss! I've been thinking about Auntie and masturbating every day these past few days,

" the big guy asked impatiently. "Boss, Auntie's in heat!" the fat guy noticed my embarrassment.

Besides my son, eight burning eyes were fixed on my big breasts; my nipples were practically bursting from the heat! Overwhelmed by a shameful pleasure, I finally couldn't hold back the juices from my cunt any longer. They gushed out of my vagina like a tidal wave. "Look, the juices are actually flowing down!" the bald-headed guy exclaimed, his gaze shifting back to my thighs. What could I do? I'm naturally very wet, and after holding back for so long, I could only watch helplessly as my glistening juices slowly trickled down my inner thighs. "Damn, so much! It's even gotten into my shoes! It's a miracle! Your mom's amazing, boss!" the blond guy shouted in disbelief. "A born slut, a born sex slave!" the fat guy exclaimed as well.

Don't look! Don't say anything!! This feeling of shame made my legs tremble uncontrollably.

Say more, let me expose more, humiliate me to your heart's content, I felt my climax approaching.

"Hehe, I brought her here today to show everyone," my son said, resting his chin on my shoulder. "Looks like you're all ready. You're quite the slut, Mom. Does exposing yourself in front of people make you this happy?" He then removed my headphones. "Did Auntie hear everything just now?!" The big guy and the others were still wary of my mother's identity.

My son seemed to sense their hesitation. "Slut, these are my brothers, and also your masters. You know what to do, right?

" At this point, I had nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, the temptation of four big dicks made me, who prioritized pleasure, willing to risk everything.

"Masters! I am your lowly sex slave. I await your training anytime, anywhere.

" My words surprised them, including my son. Even he hadn't expected me to submit so easily.

"Hehe, that's surprising, Auntie. You can even say such lewd things. Boss, it seems your training is extraordinary."

"What?! I told you she doesn't need any training. This slut was born this wanton!

" the son laughed smugly. "You say you're a sex slave, but how do you expect us to believe you?" the blond-haired guy asked mischievously.

"Yeah, give us a show!" the others chimed in.

I glanced around. These tall, imposing men surrounded me, while the other passengers chatted loudly, oblivious to our presence.

Gritting my teeth, I slowly lifted my thin sweater, and a pair of snow-white breasts, freed from its confinement, bounced and were exposed to the air.

I pinched my breasts at the base with both hands and lifted them up. "These are the breasts of a sex slave, please, masters, appreciate them!" My son's classmates' gazes had changed from the respect they showed when they got on the bus to contempt. Before I knew it, several people had sandwiched me between them. "Since this slut has asked for this, let's all reluctantly play with her!" My son said, taking the lead by pinching one of my nipples from behind. "Mmm... thank you, son, harder, it's going to burst!" The other guys seemed to have suddenly turned on a power source, reaching out to wherever they wanted. Ten hands roamed over different parts of my body. My sensitive skin allowed me to feel the different pressure and techniques of each hand, clearly experiencing the pleasure from every inch they touched, as if every part of my body was on fire! I dared not and was powerless to open my eyes. Their mocking and crazed eyes filled me with endless shame, as if constantly reminding me, "You lowly slut! Your appearance tells us that you like exhibitionism, you like incest, you like being humiliated."

Those eyes were like a mirror, reflecting my lewd and filthy body and mind.

At that moment, nothing could hinder their exploration of my body. My coffee-colored skirt had somehow been pushed up to my waist, and my son, as always, untied the thin strap of my thong and put it in his pocket. Of course, it offered virtually no protection; in their eyes, this tiny thing was practically nonexistent.

Gradually, I could distinguish the owners of each hand. Apart from my son's hand, which casually guided me, it took me some effort to identify the others.

The fat man's hand was the easiest to spot—short and thick. He seemed more interested in my anus, one hand rubbing the most fertile part of my buttocks, while the other hand, following the pull of my gluteal muscles, spiraled and pressed my anus flat with his thumb. I knew he must be an expert at anal manipulation because he didn't use his index finger like most people, but rather his thumb, pressing flat. This way, he wouldn't penetrate due to force, but would give me a strong urge to defecate.

The big guy was interested in my firm breasts, but I really hoped it wasn't true, because he was clearly a sadist. He immediately grabbed my left breast with his basketball-sized hand, his five fingers digging deep into my thick flesh, leaving five deep holes in the smooth surface. I felt like my entire left side was being squeezed by his hand. His five iron pincers continued to knead the hardest part of my breast, my milk ducts. Even after taking the fat man's medication, the pain made me break out in a cold sweat, and I writhed in agony. I wanted to escape this hell, but then I changed my mind. The big guy's other hand gently caressed my swollen, red nipple like a lover. His rough palm lifted and rubbed the sensitive area at the bottom of my breast. The moderate pinching and caressing of his fingers and the constant gentle rubbing of his palm were so comfortable and sweet. The completely different treatment of my two breasts gave me an unprecedented and wonderful feeling. It was as if both breasts were being caressed and abused at the same time. I couldn't tell whether the pain or pleasure was more intense. Both pleasure and pain stimulated me at the same time, exponentially.

Of course, the blond-haired and prematurely gray-haired men weren't going to miss out on this lavish, obscene feast. They both had their eyes on the very source of my lust—my little cunt. They practically couldn't get enough of it. They reached past my thick labia majora, each grabbing a labia minora with one hand and forcefully pulling them outwards. Finally, they pressed them against my inner thighs. I think the fat man's drug was working; I didn't experience any tearing pain. Although it hurt, it was bearable. Besides, I was completely immersed in the cool sensation of the air blowing through my vaginal fluids and the pleasurable feeling of my vaginal folds being completely stretched open. It was a feeling I'd never experienced before. The initial itch in my vagina, upon first contact with the cool air, relieved the itch more effectively than my son's large penis. But then came the more sensitive parts within the folds, expanding and requiring even more friction. This itch was excruciating, like countless ants crawling all over my heart, just like my vagina. My labia minora pressed against my thighs, as if my vagina were protruding from my body. The red against the white was strikingly conspicuous and lewd. My woman's most private place became the object of study and manipulation under the watchful eyes of everyone, causing my vaginal fluids to flow even more joyfully in the unfolded vagina.

After admiring them, they commented, "I've never seen a woman with so much fluid. This is the most talented sex slave.

" "Come look, I'm washing my hands with this slut's fluids!" All five men simultaneously turned their gaze to my vulva. "It's a miracle!" the fat man exclaimed after seeing it. "This woman is fucking slutty, she's unaffected by all this!" the big guy added his own comment.

I couldn't help but open my eyes in curiosity, staring at the lewd scene unfolding beneath me. The blond-haired man and the prematurely gray-haired man's hands were entwined between my wide-open legs, their hands glistening with the vaginal fluid dripping directly from my vagina. My genitals, which I had considered sacred just a month ago, were now the focus of everyone's play, the most degrading and lewd part of my body.

"How's it going, exciting, Mom!" my son's teasing voice rang out behind me. Good heavens, I had forgotten that this was in front of my own son, on the bus to school, and his mother was shamelessly and excitedly letting his classmates play with her as they pleased, right before everyone's eyes! "Mmm...!" My lower body suddenly tightened, my anus clamping down on the fat man's thick thumb. The pair of breasts in the big guy's hands suddenly swelled up. The blond guy and the white-haired guy simultaneously felt their labia minora contracting and trembling violently as they were being pulled. A stream of hot liquid splattered onto my hands between my legs, white with a hint of yellow. They stared in astonishment at my genitals and eyes, almost unable to believe their eyes—a woman had actually orgasmed without any stimulation to her vagina or clitoris! Yes, I had orgasmed. Under the manipulation of my son's classmate, on a crowded bus, I had orgasmed so easily.

"God, I can't take it anymore, boss, your mom's too horny, she orgasmed so easily,

" the fat man said.

"Damn, this old slut's having a good time, I've been holding back," the big guy said, as he and the fat man pulled out their respective penises from their pants.

One of them grabbed my hand and pressed it onto their genitals. It was the first time I had touched two young men's penises at the same time. Still in the throes of orgasm, I couldn't help but roll my eyes in pleasure. "Hurry up, give me a handjob!" Although I had already orgasmed, my vagina hadn't received any real stimulation, so I still had a strong desire. The sensations in my body had already surpassed my reason and consciousness. I needed a big penis, so before the big guy could finish speaking, I had already started to use my hand to serve them.

What pleased me even more was that the big guy had a penis thicker than my son's. I could barely grasp two-thirds of it with one hand. So I changed from rhythmically stroking it up and down to cupping his glans with my palm and stimulating the tip. But because the big guy's glans was so big, the fluid secreted from the urethral opening couldn't wet it all, which made the big guy a little sore. Not taking good care of my master made me, the slave, very anxious. What if my master hates this big penis? No, I can't lose this big penis. Ignoring the surprised looks from the blond and gray-haired men, I quickly reached for my pussy, smeared my hand with the semen, and gently moistened the big guy's glans, carefully squeezing it. In return, the big guy tortured my breasts even more.

The fat man's penis was much shorter, a very ordinary length. The difference was that it had many small bumps, some large, some small. I guessed it was natural, because under my caresses, he quickly pressed his glans tightly against my anus, forcefully pulling my buttocks apart, creating a small slit just in front of his urethral opening. *Sizzle*, three streams of hot semen burned my rectum, pushing my slightly subsiding orgasm back to its peak.

This was the performance of a virgin, and I was happy to have taken a virgin. I told myself I would take good care of this cute little fat man.

The blond-haired and prematurely gray-haired men, having nowhere to vent their desires, unleashed their frustration on my vulva, which was exactly what I had been hoping for, because my vulva hadn't been truly played with and couldn't take it anymore. Instead of

letting go of my labia, they used their free hands to work together; the prematurely gray-haired man targeted my clitoris, while the blond-haired man focused on my vagina.

The man with the white hair was clearly an experienced lover. He gently stroked the clitoris with his fingertips, letting it pop out from between the already stretched labia minora. At this point, the clitoris was only slightly larger than a soybean. The man with the white hair suddenly grabbed it, pulled it upwards, and then squeezed and rubbed it back and forth with his hand.

Instantly, the clitoris in the man with the white hair became the size of a peanut in the man with the white hair, as hard as a man's penis.

I couldn't help but gasp.

I felt as if I had been pulled out of my body, as if everything had ceased to exist. All my weight and sensations were concentrated on the clitoris in the man with the white hair's hand. I used it to think, to hear, to see; all my sensations converged there. If the man with the white hair wanted me to do something now, I would do it, because I felt that I belonged to him. I lived between his two fingers; he could manipulate my pleasure and pain.

His two fingers firmly pinned me to the crest of pleasure.

At this moment, another person broke everything, causing my sensations to disperse from the clitoris to the vagina, and then back to all parts of my body—it was the man with the yellow hair.

Taking advantage of the earlier opportunity, he used his labia minora to pull open the vaginal opening, and without warning, he simultaneously inserted four fingers into the vagina, which appeared to be only as thick as a little finger. He forcefully rotated and dug out the vaginal fluid. If it weren't for the abundance of vaginal fluid and the fact that I hadn't taken the fat man's medicine, which gave my vagina an unusual elasticity, it probably would have torn long ago. Even so, I gritted my teeth and gasped for breath. Now I was even more grateful to the fat man; if it weren't for his medicine, I probably wouldn't have been able to go home today.

So, I couldn't help but gently grasp the fat man's already limp penis in my hand and rub it back and forth between my buttocks as my thanks. I believe this would make him feel very good, because I heard him take a deep breath and groan, "Oh…!"

My lower body was still being forcefully dug, with pain and pleasure intertwined in equal amounts.

Suddenly, the pain took over. It came from my big breasts. The big guy was about to ejaculate. His eyes were wide open in a frightening way, and his breathing became noticeably heavy, like an angry bull. He kept roaring, "Slut, you wanton bitch! I'm going to squeeze your big breasts until they burst, I'm going to squeeze your milk out!!!" That's what he said, and that's what he did.

He no longer treated my breasts with the alternating gentleness and brutality of the past. Now, he treated them as if they were inanimate, gripping and twisting the nipples just below the areolas with all his might. I could only watch helplessly as the lower part of my breasts swelled up like a steamed bun, while the upper part was squeezed through the gaps in his iron fingers, leaving only two nipples protruding from his fist. These nipples were no longer rosy, but had turned a dark purple, almost doubling in size. The wrinkles on the nipples were stretched out, and the milk ducts were large enough to fit toothpicks.

I wanted to scream, but the pain brought back my rationality, telling me that if I screamed, I would be the one who suffered the most.

Who would pity a mother who willingly became her son's sex slave and actively asked her son's classmate to play with her on the bus?

Since I had chosen this path of no return, I could only endure it. His sharp teeth dug tightly into my snow-white red lips.

I dared not utter a sound, only able to gasp for breath intermittently, my hands moving faster, hoping to stimulate the big guy to ejaculate sooner. Suddenly, the mushroom head in my hand twitched, and I knew I was finally going to be free. The big guy really released my pair of ravaged breasts, grabbed my hair and pressed me down. Before my mouth could even reach it, the urethral opening on the glans closed a few times and then suddenly spurted out a beam of white light, hitting my face heavily. The semen ran from my bangs all the way to the tip of my nose, and the second and third streams accurately entered my mouth, sticking to my tongue and throat. I instinctively curled my body into a 70-degree angle. Holding the still trembling glans in my mouth, under my son's tutelage, I've mastered how to use my tongue when my mouth is stretched to its limit and completely stuffed. Although the big guy's penis is thicker, I quickly adapted to the new limit. Perhaps because of the exercise, his semen had a very strong sperm smell, and it was exceptionally concentrated. His glans is really big; no wonder there's so much semen. I could almost stick the tip of my tongue inside. The big guy probably wanted me to do this, and he stroked my back with satisfaction. I also liked the feeling of his rough, big hands caressing me, but such moments were too rare.

The blond-haired and prematurely gray-haired men, who always felt ignored, dragged me off the big guy's penis.

"Slut, now it's time to let us have some fun.

" It seems that today's events are far from over. I was really scared by these crazy brats.

"Everything on the slave's body belongs to the master. Please do with it as you see fit." I hope my earlier neglect didn't drive them too crazy.

The scene they had just witnessed had probably greatly stimulated them, so they didn't make things too difficult for me. One of them was fucking my mouth, and the other was fucking my pussy. The

one fucking my mouth was blond. His penis was thin, very white, with little hair, but long—longer than my son's, and when it got hard, it was like an iron bar.

Because it wasn't too thick, although it wasn't very comfortable to have it in my throat, it was still better than the feeling of not being able to breathe from my son's or a big guy's penis. So I obediently let him thrust in and out of my mouth as he pleased.

The young man with the white hair truly lived up to his reputation as a sex expert. Although his penis wasn't as large as his son's or the big guy's, it was still a masterpiece. Its thickness and length were perfectly suited to my vagina. He probably discovered that my vagina was shallow and I orgasmed easily, and he quickly found the secret to fucking me. He didn't insert his penis all the way into my vagina, but only to the cervix each time. Every time I wanted to meet his thrusts into my uterus and bring me to orgasm, he would gently withdraw, rubbing against my cervix like that. It was so itchy that I almost wanted to stick my hand in and scratch it. Until the blond guy ejaculated in my mouth, I never got to taste what his semen tasted like, which was a bit of a regret, because he ejaculated into my throat, directly into my stomach. It was as if my mouth was a free tunnel, going in and out without even paying me a toll.

At this point, the young man with the white hair began to really fuck my cunt hard, breaking through the cervix each time. Before ten thrusts were up, I felt myself about to orgasm. This time it felt even better than last time. I really have to thank the young man with the white hair for fucking me so well.

Just as I was about to let my egg and the prematurely gray-haired man's sperm meet in my uterus, the prematurely gray-haired man suddenly pulled his penis out of my vagina and forcefully pressed my head down. I was almost headfirst, toes touching the ground, my body completely folded over, my wet, throbbing vagina facing the car roof. Just as I was feeling completely bewildered, my long-silent son suddenly pulled a toothbrush from his pocket and forcefully pressed the bristled end into my writhing anus. A little of the fat man's semen was also squeezed out of my anus. The sudden stimulation of the toothbrush caused my rectum to contract violently, causing my entire vagina and uterus to contract and rub against each other. Splat! A spray of water gushed out of my vagina, and I finally experienced the orgasm I had been waiting for.

It was late spring, and the car's vent was already open. My vaginal fluids sprayed out dramatically from the vent, even though my pussy was almost 1.5 meters away from it. It must have been quite a sight for anyone outside the car, because it looked a bit like a whale spouting water, except its purpose was breathing, mine was from lust.

(The End)

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