My homeroom teacher is my mother.

I attended a middle school that was considered a minor key school. I'm of average height and have a somewhat androgynous appearance. Because of my well-off family background, the environment I grew up in gave me fair and delicate skin, resulting in a slightly effeminate demeanor. My academic performance was also somewhat biased towards humanities subjects.

Moreover, I'm different from other students in one way: our beautiful homeroom teacher is my mother.

My androgynous appearance is probably inherited from my mother; she's a well-known beauty at school. However, to be honest, because of our age, although we're starting to experience sexuality, we're still quite naive.

In addition, our parents often intentionally avoid the topic, leaving us, at our age, confused about related sexual knowledge.

Therefore, in daily life and school, although some people occasionally mention my mother, it's usually just to compliment her looks, and more often, they talk about how strict she is in teaching and how harsh she is in her criticism.

Yes, I deeply feel my mother's strictness, perhaps related to her strong work ethic. She takes everything very seriously, and it's common for her to lose her temper with her students.

In fact, her strictness at home is even greater. She's stricter with me, her son, than with anyone else.

At school, she demanded that we keep our relationship a strict secret, and I dared not disobey, never revealing a word to anyone. Although I resembled my mother somewhat, I was, after all, a boy, and unless someone said it, no one would recognize me.

Because no one knew that my homeroom teacher was my mother, others spoke freely about me. When I heard complaints, I didn't feel upset, because they were all the truth.

However, a couple of times, when I heard classmates telling dirty jokes about my mother, I still felt uncomfortable. Besides that, I had an indescribable feeling; my lower abdomen would feel slightly hot, and my penis would involuntarily become hard.

I didn't know why I had this reaction, and I was too embarrassed to tell anyone, so it remained a secret in my heart.

"Liao Se, can't you see me? Move aside!"

The break was about to end, and because the teacher had extended the class time, I was in such a hurry to go to the toilet.

Liao Se was a classmate sitting by the door, tall but all show and no substance. He was the class's notorious punching bag. Because of his poor grades, Teacher Man had him sit by the door.

When I asked him to move his seat, I berated him, making him even more contemptible. Although my mother is strict, my father is very indulgent towards me, and without realizing it, I've developed a slightly domineering attitude towards others.

Especially towards this kind of spineless coward, I never take him seriously. This time, he only slightly moved aside, which only made me more disdainful of him.

When I ran to the door, the homeroom teacher was also coming in from the doorway, blocking my way.

"Where are you going? Class is about to start, get back to your seat!"

Her unquestionable tone froze me in place. My mother is less than 1.5 meters tall, and even many junior high boys are taller than her.

Even at the average age, I'm a head taller than her.

However, compared to junior high students who are only tall, she, as a teacher, has a greater presence. No one dares to look up in front of her.

I, her son, am even more afraid of her, like a mouse in front of a cat.

But this time, I really couldn't hold my pee any longer. So I replied, "I just need to go to the toilet." "Why didn't you go earlier? Why are you only going now?!" "The teacher just dismissed class." I was about to retort when the bell rang.

"The bell has rung, go back to your seats, you can go after class!"

The homeroom teacher spoke sternly, and I didn't dare say anything more, so I returned to my seat.

When I turned around, I saw that Le Se was smiling at me, which made me furious.

I glanced at the homeroom teacher and saw that she wasn't looking in my direction, so I went to her seat and shoved her desk hard. Many of her stationery items fell to the ground. Then I returned to my seat, the one behind Le Se's deskmate.

When I got back to my seat, I saw that the homeroom teacher was holding onto the podium with both hands, frowning as she watched Le Se pick up her things.

Did she see me bullying a classmate?

She didn't say anything, but her brows furrowed even more. Because I was close to the podium, I could see that her hands were gripping the podium tightly, even trembling slightly.

I just felt that she seemed very angry, like a volcano about to erupt. All the students had now returned to their seats.

This bizarre situation left everyone bewildered. Some whispered among themselves, asking those around them what had happened.

My mother, who always hated people talking in her class, seemed oblivious, continuing to stare in the direction of the color. At that moment, I vaguely saw sweat beading on her forehead.

Suddenly, for a fleeting instant, I thought I saw my usually cold and stern homeroom teacher, my mother, show a look of submission and pleading. For a brief moment, her eyes were like autumn water, incredibly bright.

But the next instant, she immediately lowered her head, pretending to organize her textbook, making one wonder if they had really witnessed what had just happened.

Fortunately, after a while, she seemed to return to her usual self, lecturing as usual, leaving everyone wondering whether the strange event was real or not.

The students didn't seem to remember it; it seemed no one would take this trivial matter to heart.

But a lingering unease remained in my heart.

I couldn't concentrate on the rest of the lesson, partly because I still needed to urinate, and partly because the scene from earlier wouldn't leave my mind.

While I was bored and waiting for class to end, I noticed that Se seemed to be fiddling with a long, narrow object in his pocket with his left hand.

Since the school has always prohibited bringing cell phones, I immediately raised my hand to tattle, "Teacher, Zhang Qiang is playing on his phone!" My shout silenced the entire classroom for a moment, and my mother's face hardened.

She looked in Se's direction and questioned, "Were you playing on your phone?"

"Huh?!"

Her tone was very stern at first, but the final "Huh?" was a sharp, shrill cry. With the final "Huh?", she stumbled, as if she had lost her balance, and could only brace herself on the podium with both hands. The whole action was incredibly comical, causing

the whole class to burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny!"

My mother's roar restored order to the classroom.

I didn't know why my mother, who was always very careful about her demeanor, would lose her composure like this. Just as I was starting to worry, her focus suddenly shifted, and she turned her anger towards me: "How did you see him playing on his phone? I didn't see it!!" "I, I..." Before I could react, the questions kept coming at me.

"Why are you staring at that person during class? Do they have words on their face? What's the point of coming to class if you're not looking at me?" My mother's tone was stern, her speech increasingly rapid, and her voice trembling slightly.

Although I was scared, I also felt strange. I glanced up and noticed that my mother seemed to be trembling not only in her voice but also in her body. Her legs were hidden behind the podium; I couldn't see them, but she seemed unsteady on her feet.

Her expression was anxious, as if she was trying hard to suppress something.

In my eyes, my mother was very angry. I didn't dare say anything more, only feeling wronged. I was clearly right, but my mother sided with someone else, which made my heart ache.

"Alright! Can we continue the class?! Class will be over soon, we can talk about it after class!" My mother said, her voice trembling slightly.

I was quite puzzled; why did my usually assertive mother sound like she was negotiating with someone this time?

That's true, but so many inexplicable things happened today, and my mind was filled with various emotions, so I didn't have the energy to think about it anymore.

During the rest of the class, Mom readjusted her mood, and I spent the entire class in a daze. As

soon as the bell rang, Mom unusually left class on time, and I rushed to the bathroom, urged on by an urgent need to pee.

I vaguely heard Mom's voice behind me, "Zhang Qiang, what's wrong with you? You don't pay attention in class, you don't do your homework, and someone said you were playing on your phone. You don't need to go to class next period, come with me!" I knew that Se was going to be in trouble, and I felt a little smug.

(After using the toilet, I saw something that made my blood boil again.) In the bathroom, I finally relieved the urge I had been holding in for two classes. A wave of relief

washed over me. Plus, that guy Se got his due 'punishment,' and all my previous emotions seemed to have been flushed down the drain with my urine.

No longer burdened by anything, I smugly walked out of the bathroom.

Finally, class ended on time, and I thought I'd use this time to see how Le Se had been punished. After all, I often get scolded by my mom, so wouldn't it be fun to see others like me? Especially someone like Le Se, just a glimpse of him could make me happy for half a day.

So, with a cheerful heart, I walked to the homeroom teacher's office, only to find a few other teachers working inside, and no sign of my mom's scathing beating of Le Se.

But I didn't dwell on it for long before I remembered that my mom must have taken Le Se to the "little dark room."

It was located in a corner at the very edge of the floor, in a U-shaped corridor. To get to the room at the end of the corridor, you had to turn a corner, making it inconvenient to enter and exit. Nobody paid attention to this place; it was always used to store rarely used items or documents. Normally, nobody cared about it, and nobody used that room.

I only remembered it because my mom had angrily taken Le Se in there a few times.

That room had no advantages except that it was very soundproof, so even if I went there, I couldn't hear anything. Although I didn't suffer any loss from not hearing Se being scolded, I was still a little discouraged.

But thinking about it carefully, only my mother used that room to discipline other students. When she disciplined me, she was utterly ruthless, cursing me in front of everyone.

This immediately plummeted my good mood. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. This time, I was determined to see how Se was being scolded!

I strode to the end of the floor and carefully turned into the small corridor to avoid accidentally running into the line of fire.

When I arrived, I found that the outer security door wasn't closed properly. Our school's storage room usually has two doors: an outer iron door and an inner screen door.

The open iron door left enough space for me to press myself against the screen door. Its outer frame was mostly made of wood, with thick gauze in the middle.

This screen door was quite old; the wood was still in good condition, but there was a gap in the screen that allowed me to see the scene inside. I could see the whole room from my crouching position.

I looked into the room expectantly.

But the scene inside only confused me more, because none of the scolding I had imagined came out; instead, it was eerily quiet.

Although it was called a "dark room," the curtains were always drawn, making it much darker than other places, but still bright enough to see clearly. The first thing I saw was a tall figure with his back to me—undoubtedly Zhang Qiang, who had been sitting in front of me.

He was standing silently in the center of the room, his hands seemingly gripping something between his legs, moving it back and forth. Listening closely, I could hear the sounds of heavy breathing and eerie, water-drawing noises emanating from the quiet room.

If Zhang Qiang was here, where was my mother?

I stared intently, and in an instant, my brain felt like it had been struck by a hammer. I saw it—Zhang Qiang was holding my mother's head between his legs!

I couldn't believe it. Although I had heard about oral sex before, I never imagined seeing this in reality, let alone in this situation. My mother was performing oral sex on someone else, and the person she was performing oral sex on was the lowest rung of the class, a loser whom everyone looked down on!

The scene inside the room became clearer and clearer in my eyes. I clearly saw my homeroom teacher, my mother, kneeling in front of Zhang Qiang, struggling to lift her neck to perform oral sex on her student.

One, two, three… the slapping sounds grew more and more rapid. I could see Zhang Qiang's hands slamming my mother's face against his crotch. Watching Zhang Qiang's unrestrained actions, I began to worry about my mother's face. After all, each time he seemed to be hitting her very hard, and it looked like my mother's pretty face was being struck heavily every time.

The sound of water being drawn became more and more frequent. Along with the faster movements of Zhang Qiang's hands, my mother began to let out indistinct moans. Because her mouth was stuffed with Zhang Qiang's penis, she could only make painful whimpering sounds through her throat.

Seeing my mother being abused like this, I naturally wanted to rush in immediately, beat Zhang Qiang up, and rescue my mother.

But for some reason, I was stiff all over, unable to move an inch, and even my eyes couldn't move away from the scene inside the room. I could also feel that my crotch was now incredibly hard.

I heard a series of slapping sounds coming from inside the room and saw the pervert's hands moving faster and faster. Suddenly, he violently pulled my mother's head outwards with a loud "thud." My mother, clearly caught off guard, fell backwards.

Seeing this, Zhang Qiang grabbed my mother's long hair and pulled her upwards with all his might, preventing her from hitting the back of her head. This caused my mother to cry out "Ah!"—it looked like she was in real pain.

Hearing my mother's painful scream made my heart tremble, but then doubt arose again. Why did Zhang Qiang suddenly stop? Was it over? If it really was over, I would be relieved. But things didn't go as planned; what happened next was increasingly terrifying.

Inside the room, Zhang Qiang lifted my mother up, forcibly made her stand up, and then loosened her hair, making her stand upright on her own.

Zhang Qiang crossed his arms and asked, "Do you know why I didn't reward you with the Imperial Elixir this time?" This left me completely bewildered. Besides the fact that Zhang Qiang's tone was completely different from usual, I was also confused about what the 'Imperial Elixir' was.

But my mother's answer shocked me even more. She lowered her head and replied in a subservient tone, "This lowly servant doesn't know. Please tell this lowly servant the reason, Master." "You don't know?! How dare you ask?!" Zhang Qiang roared rudely, raising his right hand as if to strike.

My mother, already anxious, saw Zhang Qiang's action and her legs went weak. She collapsed to the ground, her head hitting the floor, and choked out in a pitiful voice, "Please forgive this lowly servant, Master. This lowly servant knows she was wrong. It's all this lowly servant's fault. After school, Master can punish this lowly servant however you wish. This lowly servant has classes this afternoon, please don't dirty your hands!" At this moment, I was utterly shocked, my mind unable to process anything.

However, my mother's words made Zhang Qiang lower his hand. "Hmph, I'll give you face since you still have things to do. Don't forget what you said!" As he spoke, he stomped on my mother's head with his dirty shoe.

"Stand up and tell me how many times you orgasmed in class today?" Zhang Qiang finished speaking, not forgetting to grind his foot heavily on my mother's head.

After Zhang Qiang removed his foot, my mother stood up shakily, answering Zhang Qiang's question:

"This lowly slave had three orgasms in class today, and this lowly slave will never forget the master's magnanimity. No matter what the master asks this lowly slave to do, this lowly slave will definitely complete it!" Zhang Qiang seemed very satisfied with this. He stretched out his right hand in front of my mother and said, "You slut, only three times? Fine, where are the things I told you to wear? Take them off now, I want to check them." "Upon hearing this, my mother immediately reached inside the fitted short dress she was wearing that day, first removing her stockings. At Zhang Qiang's prompting, she placed the flesh-colored bodysuit she had worn all day in his hand, then slowly pulled down a very revealing red thong and handed it to him.

Zhang Qiang then leisurely admired this scene of undressing. When he received the red thong, he deliberately spread it out to examine it for a while, it was unclear whether he was looking at the thong itself or my mother's exquisitely beautiful, blushing face. After

looking at it for a while, Zhang Qiang said, 'Take the things out of your vagina.' My mother continued to reach into her short dress, diligently pulling out three small pink oval balls, and showed them to Zhang Qiang.

Zhang Qiang seemed to ponder for a moment, then said, 'Stuff these into your asshole.' My mother was stunned upon hearing this, and subconsciously said, 'But, a lowly slave's asshole already has…' 'Stuff!'" Before she could finish speaking, Zhang Qiang interrupted her coldly.

My mother shuddered, her hands trembling as she stuffed the three small balls back into her skirt. However, as she did so, she clearly showed signs of pain and made intermittent "Ah—ah—" sounds.

Zhang Qiang just watched. "What a beast," I cursed inwardly.

After my mother had reached under her skirt and stuffed the balls in, Zhang Qiang crumpled his stockings into a ball and ordered my mother, "Open your mouth." My mother obediently opened her mouth wide, and Zhang Qiang immediately shoved the ball of stockings into her mouth.

Then he continued, "Three positions for a bitch." "

Upon hearing the command, my mother reacted immediately. She turned her body backward, braced her hands and feet on the ground, keeping her arms and legs straight while prone, lifted her short skirt, and thrust her buttocks towards Zhang Qiang.

She exposed her genitals and anus to her student without reservation.

This series of movements was so fluid and skillful that it amazed me.

Zhang Qiang seemed quite satisfied, admiring my mother's buttocks, which resembled works of art, for a long time before nodding and grabbing my mother's slender waist with both hands.

From the beginning, I noticed that due to the large height difference between the two, even though my mother tried her best to thrust her buttocks, there was still a distance between her and Zhang Qiang's hips. Just as I was wondering if Zhang Qiang was going to squat down, I saw him let out a low shout and lift my mother up directly!

Zhang Qiang thrust his penis into my mother's body without any mercy. Only then did I realize that Zhang Qiang actually had such strength! He was less than 1.5 meters tall and had a physique..." My petite mother, standing over 1.8 meters tall and with a burly build, was like a beautiful doll before Zhang Qiang, a giant of immense strength, who kneaded and molded her.

Zhang Qiang's actions were solely for his own pleasure, slamming his immense force against my mother's small yet full buttocks.

The small room was filled with the sounds of flesh colliding, male panting, and a woman's indistinct whimpers.

I don't know when I left.

Is this normal? What is normal anyway? I looked at the kneeling female dog in the warehouse, completely unable to connect it with my mother. And that lewd and vile beast, its voice gradually transformed into fawning barks, plunging my consciousness into a daze.

I couldn't understand it at all, but my brain was subconsciously working, analyzing the female dog's barks. Undoubtedly, my mother, who was once so elegant, strict, and sublime in my heart, had humiliated my revered father, who was nearly twenty years old... Her partner of ten years was called a male dog, and what about me? All this time, she carried me for eight months, and the so-called culmination of over a decade of labor was nothing more than a worthless dog son in her eyes. As if worthless, despite all the sacrifices and love she gave. Whether she truly meant it or not, the moment those words left her lips, the female dog's vow that everything belonged to her master was undeniably true.

I think my heart stopped for a few seconds; I heard a sound like something shattering in my ears. Looking around, I realized the sound came from within my own heart—from those emotions and memories that could never be mended.

At that moment, I felt as if I were standing on a plank in the middle of the ocean, drifting aimlessly, utterly alone. Consciousness and reality were mixed together like a palette of colors. I could no longer distinguish between illusion and reality. It wouldn't be surprising if I sat up in bed immediately and realized it was all a dream.

Of course, nothing dramatic happened, or perhaps, in a way, something dramatic did happen, after all, what lay before my eyes... What could be more ridiculous, more absurd, than this?

At that moment, my mindset underwent a qualitative change, like a calm sea. Of course, who knows how many turbulent undercurrents lie beneath that surface? Just like my still-erect penis, which could not soften no matter what.

Compared to the upheaval in my heart, Zhang Qiang said in a calm tone, "Go to hell, you wish! You slut, you think about your master's semen every day. Is it punishment or reward to have it inside your cunt? Huh?" Mom, still trampled under Zhang Qiang's feet, hurriedly answered, "It's a reward for this lowly slave! This lowly slave really wants master's penis and semen so much. I think about it in class, after class, and even at home. This lowly slave sees that his lowly son has angered master, so this lowly slave wants to give master a lowly dog that belongs to master and can please master!" Zhang Qiang showed no expression after hearing this, as if his slave's expectation of his semen was a matter of course, a matter of course.

Finally, he removed his stinky foot from his female dog's head and stomped heavily on the expensive dress that symbolized my mother's beauty. He made a thinking gesture.

During the time Zhang Qiang was thinking, my mother also waited motionless for her master's next instruction. If it weren't for her plump buttocks swaying as if powered by an electric motor, I would have thought time had stopped.

"Alright, we'll deal with you later. I'm in the mood now, we'll talk about the rest later!" Zhang Qiang lifted my mother's chin with one foot, looking at her dazed eyes and flushed cheeks, and forcefully ordered, "Now, go and fetch my schoolbag." Hearing Zhang Qiang's agreement, my mother immediately beamed, happily climbed to the schoolbag, grabbed the strap with her mouth, and pulled hard. This scene was considered remarkably well-trained for a female dog, but if it were a haughty teacher, it would be truly pathetic.

Although it was strenuous, my mother still completed the task as quickly as possible. Surprisingly, Zhang Qiang didn't cause any trouble. Instead, he patted my mother's head haphazardly, as if rewarding her, making her whimper comfortably. Then he took the schoolbag and diligently rummaged through it for his special props.

A moment later, he pulled out two small blue bottles, shook them, and showed them to my mother, saying, "Bitch, do you remember what this is?" My mother looked up, like a child who already knew the answer to a teacher's question, and eagerly replied, "Bitch remembers! This is what my master used when he first helped me find myself. It made me understand what true happiness is." Holy crap, that's medicine! Is hers a drug?

Zhang Qiang said smugly, "You were just a cheap slut to begin with. I only helped you out of pity. You're lucky, you whore. I had one bottle on hand then, and now I have two more. You can have some fun for a while." My mother kowtowed heavily, "Thank you for your grace, Master! Your great kindness, this lowly servant will never forget!" Zhang Qiang pulled out an oversized plastic water bottle from his bag and poured the liquid from one of the blue bottles into it, leaving only the bottom. He shook the empty bottle and shouted at my mother, "Bitch, take out your master's sacred weapon. Prepare the medicine yourself." My mother kowtowed again, thanked him as usual, and then crawled to Zhang Qiang's crotch. Just like taking off his shoes, she used her mouth to pull down Zhang Qiang's pants. After asking and getting his consent, she held up the oversized plastic bottle containing the unknown liquid and aimed it at Zhang Qiang's penis. Throughout this, my mother maintained a smile. She looked just like a maidservant serving a master in a movie.

Zhang Qiang didn't hold back. Seeing that his technique was up to par, he immediately poured out his urine. Good heavens, he peed more than half a bottle in one go. Afterwards, he let out a satisfied sigh, waved to my mother, and said, "Drink up." I was disgusted by the half-full bottle of yellow urine, but my mother didn't hesitate. After saying, "Thank you for the treat, Master," she tilted her head back and gulped it down. Drinking with the heroes in movies is exhilarating, but my mother's urine-drinking was even more unrestrained. Unlike those heroes who would spill half a bottle after drinking a whole one, my mother didn't spill a single drop. At the end, you could see her sexy little belly slightly protruding, looking quite alluring.

Watching my mother finish drinking all the urine, Zhang Qiang's penis began to harden. I never imagined he had such a disgusting interest; he was truly a lecher. But then again, when Zhang Qiang's penis was fully erect, I couldn't help but swallow hard. What a massive cock! Even though we were some distance apart, the length and thickness of that penis still shocked me. I started to admire my mother a little; she could actually withstand something bigger than her forearm.

Zhang Qiang made my mother put down the water bottle, patted his thigh, and gestured for her to climb on top of him. His penis was pressed directly against my mother's protruding belly, causing her to groan uncomfortably.

Due to their size difference, their actions resembled parents disciplining a disobedient child. Hearing my mother's groan, Zhang Qiang swung his hand, and with a "smack," without any mercy, my mother reflexively barked, "Woof!" Taking advantage of the situation, Zhang Qiang said, "Before the effects of the drug take hold, I'll first calculate the interest on your debt, you bitch. I'll teach you a lesson, you shameless teacher who doesn't know propriety, you lazy bitch who can't even teach properly." After being slapped, the mother immediately echoed Zhang Qiang, "Master is right, Master is right!

Master wants to teach this lowly servant propriety and shame, and to teach this lowly servant to discipline her son. This lowly servant will definitely study hard and make Master happy." Zhang Qiang immediately struck her twice more, making the mother, who had already been hit hard with the stick, tremble uncontrollably, and her barking was incessant.

"What's your rush? I haven't even said how to educate you yet," Zhang Qiang began to wantonly knead my mother's sexy, bouncy buttocks, continuing, "When I say 'start,' you'll sing 'Eight Honors and Eight Shames' and 'Conquer' on repeat, and I'll keep the beat for you." Saying this, he picked up five ping-pong balls from the shelf beside him, rubbing them against my mother's private parts, and grinned wickedly at her:

"You lowly slave, today's test is worth five points. Let's see how many you get, and see if you become a good dog or a mongrel under my training. Don't disappoint me." Upon hearing this, my mother obediently bent over, using her hands to spread her delicate vulva as wide as possible, making it easier for Zhang Qiang to insert the balls. Zhang Qiang didn't hold back, forcefully shoving them in. The whole process was like a hen laying eggs upside down; of course, we might see them right-side up soon.

In the end, Zhang Qiang practically rammed them in with brute force. My mother screamed repeatedly but didn't stop, continuing to spread her vulva open, while Zhang Qiang remained oblivious, as if it were perfectly normal. Until the very last ping-pong ball, a small portion would always remain outside. Zhang Qiang didn't seem to care. He simply picked up a ping-pong paddle from the shelf and slapped it hard against my mother's buttocks, like a signal firing a command, "Begin." "With love for the motherland...with service to the people..." "Slap...slap..." Listening to the song of the bitch on Zhang Qiang's lap, I couldn't help but recall my mother's dignified and imposing figure as a teacher. The accompanying music playing on my mother's buttocks was crisp and melodious, each slap creating a wave of flesh. Watching this made me unconsciously speed up my masturbation.

When my mother started singing "Conquer," and I heard "Just like that, I was conquered by you..." "Slap slap...slap," I could still see the ping-pong ball inserted into my mother's vagina slowly being pushed out. Although Zhang Qiang would occasionally hit the ball back, it wasn't long before Peng'er's voice rang out, followed by the sound of the ping-pong ball bouncing on the ground.

These lustful and lewd sounds excited me even more. Because the song's rhythm was faster, Zhang Qiang also sped up his slapping. With each pat, my mother involuntarily started singing off-key, but each time her pitch rose, it excited me even more. My blood was boiling again.

By the third time, her face was flushed, her eyes were glazed, and her limbs began to tremble uncontrollably. Her voice was completely out of tune. My penis, already swollen and painful, was unable to suppress my desire.

Zhang Qiang, seeing that the time was right, ordered my mother to listen and reached under her vagina to check her performance. My mother was already unable to continue, and now that her urethral muscles relaxed, the several "eggs" she had laid were expelled one by one.

Zhang Qiang was somewhat dissatisfied because only three ping-pong balls, smeared with his mother's vaginal fluid, remained in his hands. He angrily slapped his mother's swollen, red buttocks and cursed, "You piece of trash, all you do is embarrass me!" His mother, consumed by lust, lost herself and cried out, "Ah! It's the bitch's fault, you piece of trash! Please, Master, fuck me, fuck me, fuck this lowly slave to death! Please, Master, teach this bitch a lesson! Use your great cock to teach this little bitch's cunt a lesson! Quickly, Master!" Zhang Qiang had actually been holding back for a long time, eager to insert his enormous penis into his mother's exquisite little hole right now. He remained unmoved, merely placing a finger at the entrance of my mother's vagina, teasing her slightly, which only fueled her frenzy. Taking advantage of her, he said, "Giving it to you is no problem, how will you repay me?" "I'll give it to you, everything belongs to the master, everything of this bitch, quick, quick, master, quick!" My mother writhed wildly, wanting even just one of Zhang Qiang's fingers inside, but Zhang Qiang wouldn't let her succeed so easily.

Instead, he revealed a knowing smile and continued, "So, you'll also give your mother's old bitch to the master?" My mother's mother, what the hell? My maternal grandmother? Was Zhang Qiang still lusting after my maternal grandmother? Although the women in my family had children early, our family environment was good, and we took good care of ourselves, my maternal grandmother still possessed beauty comparable to my mother, but she was still around fifty years old! He wasn't satisfied with just my mother, he wanted my mother's mother too, what a beast!

Under the influence of the drug, my mother was incoherent, only frantically promising, "I promise, I promise, this lowly slave will definitely give the old bitch to Master. Master can have anything he wants, I'll give it all to Master. The bitch to Master, the bitch's mother to Master, the male dog's mother to Master too, they're all Master's!" Zhang Qiang was satisfied with this answer and ordered my mother, "Alright, open it." Upon hearing this, my mother immediately jumped off Zhang Qiang's lap, her movements so nimble that she didn't seem like she had just been tortured.

Then, I witnessed what "opening it" truly meant. My mother inserted her fingers into her vagina and pulled out a clump of something. I looked closely and saw it was the long-lost panties and stockings, which had been hidden in my mother's most private place all along.

My mother casually tossed the sticky stockings and panties aside and jumped onto Zhang Qiang's penis, which was already in position, with lightning speed. Yes, she jumped on it as accurately as if she were tossing a ring. Gravity quickly pulled my mother's body down, allowing Zhang Qiang's forearm-length penis to plunge all the way in.

"Ahhh!" Her wild, beast-like roar was filled with pleasure and liberation; I never knew such a loud sound could erupt from her small body.

From then on, my mother was mostly doing the moving. She sat on top of Zhang Qiang, wildly swaying her hips like a madwoman. I was afraid her slender waist would give way and break, but then I thought, with Zhang Qiang's penis inside, penetrating my mother from below, it must be incredibly strong.

While my mother was "exercising," Zhang Qiang couldn't resist teasing her: "Is it good? You filthy bitch, you little slut, do you even have the demeanor of a teacher? Even the cheapest bitch I've ever kept is better than you." My mother screamed recklessly, "Ah! Ah! I'm a bitch! Ah! I'm not even a bitch! I'm not a teacher, I'm just... ahhhhhh! Bitch, slut! I was born to be used by my master, to be his toilet, to be played with however he wants! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Looking at my mother's ridiculous face, Zhang Qiang suddenly got excited, grabbed my mother who was still being worked on, lifted her up, and asked with a smile, "Then tell me how to help your master get the old bitch?" My mother was suddenly freed from Zhang Qiang's penis, her desire still burning brighter. She struggled wildly in the air:

"Don't stop, don't stop! I drugged the old bitch, I caught her red-handed, I'll let the master rape her, let her know how good the master's penis is, how happy the bitch will be! Please, master, give it to me, give it to me. Let the little bitch give the master another little bitch, so they can serve the master together!" Zhang Qiang nodded, then suddenly released his grip, letting my mother fall onto his penis. This time, Zhang Qiang didn't just let my mother try; he also grabbed my mother's waist and began to masturbate his own penis. Amidst the frenzied sounds of the man and woman's intercourse, the "fierce battle" began.

[The End]

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