My mother is a sex worker.

My mother is a sex worker.
My name is Zhao Hua, I'm 23 years old, and a recent graduate. I grew up in a poor single-parent family. My mother gave birth to me when she was sixteen, and my father was a street thug. When I was four, he was sentenced to prison for gambling. For the next ten years, I lived with my mother and never saw my father again.

Growing up with my mother, I developed a strong character and studied diligently, always being a top student in school.

However, although I was favored by my teachers, I was never popular with my classmates. Apart from one classmate from junior high school with whom I had some connection, I had no friends. It wasn't because I was withdrawn, but because I never went out with other kids my age.

The reason is simple: I had no money.

Speaking of which, I must introduce my mother.

In her youth, my mother worked as an accountant at a supply and marketing cooperative for a year. She was conscientious and responsible at work, never delaying or cutting

corners on tasks assigned by her superiors. However, my mother was naturally timid and cowardly. In addition, my mother was beautiful, with a striking oval face, large eyes, long eyelashes, and thin lips; her figure was also remarkable—a pert bottom, full breasts, and a swaying gait when she walked in high heels…

Because of this personality and appearance, my mother could only work as an accountant at the supply and marketing cooperative for a year before she couldn't continue.

(Readers will surely have questions at this point. I will explain the reasons for the "mother's" resignation later.)

Now, to be honest, my mother was a professional prostitute, or more accurately, a clandestine prostitute. Hair salons, nightclubs, saunas... even public restrooms on the street were places where my mother "worked."

My mother's work was extremely hard; she never slept at night and often went out to "earn extra money" during the day. Faced with immense pressure, my mother had to constantly overwork and torture her body.

Although life was very difficult, fortunately, at a young age, I received something that normal children would never dare to dream of: a perfect sexual partner. And the woman who let me taste the wonders of sex so early was my mother.

My first incestuous relationship with my mother happened on my thirteenth birthday.

I still remember it clearly. That night, my mother came home early from the hair salon, but unlike other mothers, she didn't buy her son a small gift or order a cake. She just made me a bowl of longevity noodles.

I was a little disappointed, but I didn't show it.

Later, as I was sitting there eating the noodles, my mother suddenly knelt down in front of me. I was very surprised and didn't know what to do. Then, without saying much, my mother reached out and helped me take off my shorts, then touched my penis.

After caressing it for a while, my penis grew a little bigger, and my mother took it into her mouth, then knelt down and started giving me oral sex.

Probably because she was used to giving oral sex to clients, my mother's movements were very large and fast right from the start. It was my first time experiencing sex, and I was extremely nervous, my mind was blank, and I felt almost no pleasure. After all, I hadn't even learned how to masturbate before.

After a short while, my mother realized my penis wasn't very hard in her mouth, so she took it out and started masturbating me with her hand.

Sure enough, masturbation was more effective; after a dozen strokes with her hand, my penis was fully erect.

Just before ejaculating, my mother quickly circled the head of my penis with her tongue and constantly scratched my anus with the fingers of her other hand, stimulating me so much I almost knocked over the noodles on the table.

Finally, I ejaculated half into my mother's mouth and half into her hand.

I was in junior high school that year, and my mother was thirty-six years old.

Perhaps because it was my "first time," to this day, I still enjoy having my mother give me oral sex during meals. My mother never refuses; whenever I bring it up, she immediately puts down her chopsticks, comes over, kneels down, and gives me oral sex. After she finishes, she doesn't even wipe her mouth before going back to eating.

After giving me oral sex and masturbation, naturally, the next day we went to bed together.

My mother has a very full figure, especially her breasts, which are plump, large, and white. According to my mother, she must wear at least a 34D bra, and even though she is nearly forty, they haven't sagged at all.

Before making love with my mother for the first time, I excitedly pinched and kneaded her breasts for over ten minutes, still feeling incredibly aroused.

As for my mother's vagina, it had darkened slightly due to being penetrated by various sizes and lengths of penises every day. However, despite this, the inside of my mother's vagina still maintained the tightness of a young woman's.

Often, when I was tired from doing homework, I would lift my mother's skirt, spread her legs, and then use my fingers to part her thick labia majora and minora, observing my mother's dark brown vulva up close. Sometimes, I would mischievously tap her clitoris with my front teeth, stimulating my mother's vaginal opening to produce fluid.

My mother always opposed me kissing her vulva, because she thought it was dirty.

When I was little, I didn't understand and even asked her why it was dirty. Her answer was humorous—I still remember it—"Because many uncles like to pee there."

Now that I'm older, I don't find that humorous at all…

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Over the years, my mother's long-held wish was to save enough money to take me far away and start a new life in another place. Therefore, she worked exceptionally hard, and because she was a prostitute, she gradually gained notoriety in the neighborhood through word of mouth from her clients.

Almost all the lecherous men living in my neighborhood knew my mother.

One afternoon, after buying groceries at the market, my mother rode her bicycle home. Just as she entered the gate of the residential complex, Old Zhao from the gatehouse called out to her, "Hey, Xiao Feng, come here for a second!"

It was almost time for me to get out of school, and my mother was always in a rush. She knew perfectly well why Old Zhao had called her, and she was immediately reluctant.

But she had no choice; although Old Zhao was just a gatekeeper, he was not someone to be trifled with. After thinking for a moment, my mother obediently went over. She parked her bicycle at the gatehouse entrance and then walked in with her head down.

As soon as we entered, Old Zhao grabbed my mother from behind, kissing her earlobes and cheeks while kneading her large breasts with both hands. My

mother frowned and said coquettishly, "Let's skip it today, Old Zhao, our son is waiting for me to cook dinner..."

"What's the rush? Ten minutes will do."

With that, Old Zhao began unbuttoning my mother's blouse.

After removing her pink coat and white shirt, my mother was wearing a dark purple bra, covering her large, round breasts. Old Zhao's mouth watered as he watched. He reached out and pulled off my mother's bra, then bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it.

"Squeak, squeak," Old Zhao squinted, enjoying his sucking on my mother's breast, leaving her large, white breasts covered in saliva.

At this moment, my mother looked tense, glancing out the window every now and then, afraid that an acquaintance might pass by—not because she was afraid of being seen and embarrassed, but because she was afraid of attracting other lecherous men into the house.

Old Zhao was thoroughly enjoying sucking on my mother's breasts, shaking his head from side to side as he repeatedly ate her snow-white flesh. He took turns sucking on her two large, dark brown nipples, sometimes sucking hard, sometimes gently biting them.

He ate her breasts for over ten minutes, still unwilling to let go.

After a while, the clock on the wall pointed to 5:30.

Now my mother was really anxious. She pushed Old Zhao away with all her might, and said somewhat unhappily, "It was only ten minutes, now I have to go!"

Old Zhao knew that forcing things wouldn't work, so he spat out my mother's nipple from his mouth and instead grasped her two large breasts with his hands, my mother's erect nipples pressing against his palms.

"Hehe, you can leave if you want, but you have to grant me a request..."

Old Zhao said with a smile, while still playing with my mother's breasts.

"What request?"

Then, Old Zhao leaned close to my mother's ear mysteriously and whispered something in her ear, his face full of lewd expression. Finally, he pulled a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and waved it in front of my mother.

Upon hearing this, her face flushed crimson, a mixture of shyness and slight disgust on her face. However, despite her reluctance, seeing the tempting banknote before her, she didn't hesitate and finally nodded.

...

In the evening, I finally got out of school and returned home. My diligent mother had already prepared dinner and was tidying up clothes in the house.

I called her to come and eat, but she waved me off and continued tidying up without looking up.

I asked my mother, "What's wrong, Mom? Is something the matter?"

My mother sighed and said, "Sigh... Go eat quickly, then do your homework. Don't meddle in adult matters..."

Seeing that my mother seemed troubled, I didn't dare ask any more questions and immediately went to get my rice and dishes.

An hour later, my mother had been out for some time. I, who am always a diligent student and very self-disciplined, sat down at my desk early to do my homework.

As I was working, a particularly tricky math problem stumped me. Just as I looked up at the window, racking my brains for a solution, I was shocked to see a woman with a familiar face but strangely dressed not far away—it was my mother!

Under the bright streetlights, my mother was wearing flesh-colored stockings with an open crotch and 15-centimeter high heels. Strangely, in public, she wasn't wearing a skirt or pants; her lower body was almost completely naked, with only a semi-transparent trench coat draped over her shoulders. Suddenly, I noticed a red leather collar around her neck—oh, now I understood, my mother was pretending to be a female dog being walked!

Sure enough, a little while later, an old man came over, put a leash on my mother's collar, and began to "walk" her around the neighborhood. My mother struggled to crawl on all fours, but she remained silent throughout, following closely behind the old man.

Squinting, I took a closer look and realized it was none other than Old Zhao, the security guard who had suckled my mother's breast in the reception room that afternoon.

Old Zhao was leading my mother on a dog leash, strolling aimlessly across a quiet lawn behind the residential area. Along the way, they encountered several uncles and elders, and Old Zhao generously handed them the leash, letting them also give my poor mother a walk.

These uncles and elders were all scoundrels. They often took advantage of my mother; almost all of them were her regular customers. Sometimes they would even come to our house to rape... no, to solicit prostitutes from my mother.

Later, these uncles and elders gathered together and, along with Old Zhao, would take my mother for a walk. The lawn was filled with a joyful atmosphere. Of course, my mother didn't find it amusing at all. She held her head up, her face almost expressionless, simply letting those men lead her around on dog leashes.

...

By the way, I must mention something here: the neighborhood where my mother and I live is practically the oldest in our county... The buildings are extremely dilapidated, without any decoration, and the stairwells are filthy and chaotic. However, the rent and other expenses are among the lowest. Most of the residents in this area are either old bachelors, hooligans, or migrant workers from other places—in short, they're all poor.

These people are in dire financial straits, so naturally, they can't find wives. Therefore, whenever they have spare money, besides drinking and gambling, they spend the rest on prostitutes... I suppose besides the low rent, my mother chose to live in this neighborhood because of this abundant clientele!

Of course, not everyone enjoys eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring. Among these residents, there are also some good people, especially the migrant workers from other places.

For example, there is a young man named Wang who lives on the fourth floor of our house. He came to the county town from the countryside last year to work. He is a very hardworking young man. He works hard almost every day of the year, leaving early and returning late.

Once, my mother was selling her body on the rooftop… (During that period, a few hooligans in the neighborhood won a large sum of money gambling, so they made my mother go up to the rooftop every noon to provide services for them. She did this for seven consecutive days, and each day several men took turns with her, exhausting my mother to the point of exhaustion.)

That noon, after my mother finished lunch, she changed into a sexy tank top, put on black stockings and pointed high heels, and went to the rooftop to sell her body as usual. At that time, that young man surnamed Wang was also on the rooftop, hanging clothes to dry.

Later, he saw my mother kneeling on the ground, her breasts exposed, licking and sucking four or five penises at the same time. Finally, my mother took off her stockings, spread her legs, and let those men fuck her hole one by one. While her ass was being fucked hard, my mother was also screaming loudly... The young man surnamed Wang was still young after all. How could he not be excited when he saw this scene?

The group of hooligans spotted him and saw him standing there dumbfounded, with a small tent already pitched beneath him. They chuckled and shouted, "Hey, don't be an idiot, come on over and have some fun! Hurry up!"

The young man surnamed Wang, both frightened and embarrassed, immediately turned to leave. Unexpectedly, the group of hooligans had recently won a lot of money and were in high spirits. They called out to him again, "Don't go! We've got money. Come on, we're treating you to 'chicken' today, it's free!!" A

free lunch is a rare treat... but even with his penis hard, the young man surnamed Wang remained unmoved and immediately ran away. At that moment, although my mother was being fucked senseless by men, she still inadvertently remembered the neighbor boy's youthful face.

About a month later, on the day midterm exams were released, to reward me for getting first place in the class, my mother, wearing sexy lingerie, was giving me a blowjob under the desk. Just as I was swaying with pleasure, there was a knock at the door. My

mother initially thought it was some lecherous guy again, driven by lust, coming to have his way with her, so she told me to wait in the bedroom while she sent him away and returned to continue giving me oral sex.

To her surprise, when she opened the door, standing outside was the young man surnamed Wang.

Immediately, her mother felt a mixture of surprise and disappointment. She was surprised because this was the first time the young man surnamed Wang had visited their home; after all, they had been neighbors for a long time. She was disappointed because he might not be as upright as she had imagined, and might actually be a lecherous man.

But after a conversation, her mother realized she had misunderstood, and was terribly wrong. This young man was not only upright and not lecherous, but just as her mother had thought, he was also a truly filial son.

It turned out that this young man surnamed Wang hadn't returned to his hometown for several years since leaving the countryside to work in the city, all in an effort to save as much money as possible. He was an only child; his mother had passed away long ago, leaving only his disabled father to live alone in the village house. Fortunately, his hard work had paid off, and over the years he had saved enough money. So, a few days ago, he brought his father to live with him in the city for a while.

My mother was deeply moved after hearing his story, and she took his hand, asking if he needed any help.

The young man nodded, somewhat embarrassed, and then mumbled for a long time before finally managing to explain: It turned out that his father, though not very old, had a disability, and since his mother's death, no woman had ever given him a second glance. For decades, he had lived a solitary life…

At this point, the young man pulled an envelope from his pocket, inside which were neatly stacked two thousand yuan, and handed it to my mother.

My mother gladly took the envelope, casually pulled out a few bills, and then returned the envelope to him, smiling and saying, "This is enough, don't worry!"

After that night, the young man's father stayed there for about half a month. During that time, my mother would go to his house every morning to have sex with his father. Sometimes, my mother would even help the father and son with laundry and cooking.

Because the young man's father had bad legs, during the day when there was nothing to do, my mother would sit on the edge of his bed, unbutton her shirt, and let him rub her breasts and suck her nipples at will; or she would take off her underwear and let him put his hand under her skirt to touch her genitals; when they got excited, her father would just give my mother a look, and she would consciously crawl under the covers, first using her delicate hand to take out her father's penis, gently stroking it for a while, and when it got hard, my mother would put the glans in her mouth and suck and lick her father's penis in all sorts of ways until he ejaculated in my mother's mouth.

Who would have thought that my mother's submissive and obsequious behavior was merely wishful thinking on her part? In her father's eyes, my mother was nothing more than a professional prostitute, whose being played with by men was perfectly justified. Gradually, he transformed from a traditional rural old man into a thoroughly lewd and sexually perverse individual.

In the last week, he even stipulated that every morning when my mother came over, the first thing she had to do upon entering the house was to strip naked in front of him, and then he would examine her body.

This so-called "body examination" was actually my father using various fruits and vegetables to abuse my mother's genitals. For example, he would stick a cucumber into my mother's vagina to see how "deep" her vagina was, or he would stuff grapes into her anus and then make her try her best to contract the sphincter muscles in her rectum to crush all the grapes and purge the juice like urinating... Although my mother had been given enemas by other clients, this was the first time she had tried such a perverted method. Therefore, every morning when her father stuffed things into her anus, my mother had a look of shame and anger on her face, but she was helpless at the time.

But the most terrifying thing was that his father took out two beer bottles, sucked almost all the air out of them, and then put the bottle necks over my mother's two large nipples. Because of the near-vacuum inside the bottles, the bottle necks quickly and firmly adhered to my mother's nipples, and wouldn't fall off for a while. After being squeezed by the vacuum inside the bottles, the two large nipples quickly swelled up, becoming red and large, the size of two quail eggs injected with ripening agents, a truly "spectacular" sight.

However, this was a real hardship for my mother. Every time her father did this, she would kneel on the ground, trembling in pain. But the old man seemed to enjoy it, watching with great interest, ignoring my mother's constant screams and cries, and refusing to stop.

On the other hand, the young man surnamed Wang was completely unaware of this, believing that his father and my mother had always gotten along harmoniously.

But we can't blame him; the young man worked from dawn till dusk, and was almost never seen during the day. My mother knew very well that he was risking his life for others outside... The young man had mentioned the kinds of work he did in casual conversations with my mother; almost all of it was hard, dangerous, and the kind of work that locals generally wouldn't take on...

We were all in the same boat, our lives were tough, so my mother didn't dwell on it too much. She never mentioned a word to the young man about how his father was abusing his body in various ways.

And his father's legs were indeed very weak; he would stagger even with crutches when going downstairs or going out. My mother originally meant well; she would go to his house in the morning to have sex with his father, and then help with housework and cook lunch.

(Author's note: Who says "prostitutes are heartless, and actors are unrighteous"? This article is meant to vindicate prostitutes!)

During the last week, because of his father's perverse rule, my mother was often completely naked, walking around the living room.

When my mother was young, in her early twenties, she was pretty and cute, with a full and graceful figure—truly a natural beauty. Over a decade later, she's middle-aged, but her charm remains. Coupled with the daily frequency of being fucked and ejaculated inside by men, her figure hasn't deteriorated; in fact, it's become even more plump and juicy.

This time, the young man's father is truly blessed with good fortune during his visit to the city. Not only could he shamelessly pound my mother's tender cunt with his penis, and torture and abuse her genitals with all sorts of objects; he could also watch my mother swaying her big, white buttocks while wiping tables and mopping floors, working hard; all the while he let my mother, with her two plump breasts, serve him tea and water, massage his back and feet, like a subservient female slave.

The long week finally passed, and the young man's father was finally going back to his hometown.

Before leaving, the young man earnestly begged my mother that whenever his father came to the city to visit relatives, she must "rekindle their old romance" and let his father experience the pleasures of a woman one last time.

Although my mother was filled with resentment, she forced herself to endure it and smiled as she agreed.

...

As mentioned at the beginning of the article, I experienced much hardship from a young age. The trials and tribulations of life made me mature much earlier than my peers and give me a clear understanding of reality. Therefore, I have always firmly believed one thing: good grades and getting into a good university are my only way out.

To change my future fate and rescue my mother from the brothel as soon as possible, I studied even harder than before during my senior year of high school, when I was already at the top of my class: I hardly gave myself a single day off for the entire 365 days of the year.

...

"Damn! Hua Zi, your mom's almost forty years old, how come her cunt is still so tight?!"

"Alright, Xiao Qiang, hurry up and finish it! If my mom suddenly wakes up, we're both doomed..."

"It's okay, don't worry, this drug is super strong, it'll keep your mom asleep for at least several hours!"

The person who said this was Zhang Qiang, my junior high school classmate and my only friend since childhood. We were about the same age, lived close by, and had always been very close, like brothers.

He usually called me Hua Zi.

At that moment, on the large bed in my bedroom, Zhang Qiang was on top of my mother, thrusting into her vagina, while feigning surprise and telling me what he had just said.

Zhang Qiang was different from other classmates; he knew I was a poor, unfortunate child who had lost my father at a young age, and my mother was a prostitute. Despite my tragic background, Zhang Qiang not only didn't despise me but was willing to befriend me and take good care of me.

When I was in junior high school, my mother fell seriously ill at home for more than two months and couldn't go out to work as a prostitute. After living off our savings for a while, our family gradually became so poor that we couldn't afford to eat. Thanks to Zhang Qiang, who helped my mother and me during our difficult time—he stole two thousand yuan in cash from his own home—and to this day, his parents are completely unaware of it.

Therefore, I am truly grateful to this young man for all the little things we've done over the years. Unfortunately, in return, I had nothing good to share with him—no food, no drinks, no entertainment.

Later, after graduating from junior high, Zhang Qiang, whose grades were average, didn't get into a regular high school and went to a vocational college.

One weekend, Zhang Qiang asked me to hang out. During our conversation, he mentioned that he had dated several girls at school, but after sleeping with them so many times, it got boring; they were all dry and limp, without any lubrication.

Because I had already had incest with my mother at a young age and enjoyed years of sexual activity, I generally wasn't interested in such topics. But Zhang Qiang kept going on and on, giving me mysterious winks all the while.

Until he said, "I want to find a mature woman to play with, older age doesn't matter, as long as she has big breasts and a perky butt..."

At this point, it was clear—Zhang Qiang was eyeing my beautiful, slutty mother!

Finally, I had a chance to get back at Zhang Qiang. I gritted my teeth and decisively told him: It's okay, for the sake of brotherhood, I don't mind. As long as he wants it, I can help him drug and rape my own mother.

Thus, the scene described earlier occurred...

After a few jokes, Zhang Qiang lifted my mother's plump, white body and flipped her over, making her kneel on the mattress. My mother's fleshy waist and abdomen arched up in an arch shape.

Then, Zhang Qiang positioned my mother's large buttocks behind her, sticking them up high in an extremely lewd sexual position. With a smug look on his face, he raised his penis, aimed it at my mother's wet vaginal opening, and after rubbing the head of his penis against it a few times, there was a "plop" sound, and most of his penis was inserted into my mother's vagina.

I was engrossed in my studies at my desk when I heard a creaking sound behind me. I guessed it was the bed shaking, so I put down my book and peeked back. Sure enough, I saw Zhang Qiang straddling my mother's round buttocks, thrusting his hips back and forth. My mother's breasts swayed up and down with his vigorous thrusts, and her nipples bounced wildly. When he got carried away, Zhang Qiang would grab her nipples and pull them outwards, or he would grasp the areola and squeeze it tightly with his fingers.

Upon discovering that I wasn't studying but instead peeking, Zhang Qiang continued his vigorous thrusting while simultaneously raising my mother's legs high to the sides and back, deliberately allowing me to "appreciate" the point where his and my mother's genitals were joined. As Zhang Qiang's thrusting became increasingly intense, my mother's pair of high, firm breasts swayed more and more violently, like two large coconuts hanging from a tree during a typhoon, swaying precariously.

Seeing my own mother, drugged and lying limply on the mattress, her body naked and limp, being forced into various shameful and lewd sexual positions… Admittedly, this guy who toyed with my mother was my best friend, my brother, and had done me many favors, but deep down, I was still struggling and unhappy…

“Hey, Hua Zi, do me a favor, go find a pair of black stockings your mom usually wears and put them on her. I want to ejaculate on her through them!”

“Xiao Qiang, you haven’t returned the stockings I lent you for masturbation last time, and now you…”

“Alright, alright, I promise I won’t get them dirty this time! Hurry up, Hua Zi!”

…

Zhang Qiang and I were like brothers, that goes without saying. But later, for some reason, Zhang Qiang's father also had a relationship with my mother.

According to Zhang Qiang, it seems that one time he was home alone, watching pornography while masturbating with my mother's underwear. Unfortunately, his father left work early that day and caught them. His father beat Zhang Qiang severely and then forced him to reveal the "origin" of the underwear.

As a result, after his father found out that the underwear belonged to my mother, he stormed to my house, gave my mother a severe dressing-down, and threatened to sue her for "sexually harassing a minor." My mother had

always known that Zhang Qiang and I were close, including the fact that he had previously helped our family. Although my mother was nothing more than a lowly whore, she still had a sense of morality.

Today, the other party's parents came to cause trouble. Although the matter was unclear, there's no smoke without fire. For the sake of my relationship with Zhang Qiang, my mother decided to swallow her pride and suffer the consequences.

To prevent things from escalating, she chose to keep quiet and invited Zhang Qiang's father out for a meal and drinks to have a proper talk.

But as the old saying goes, "When people are well-fed and warm, they think of lust." After a hearty meal and drinks, Zhang Qiang's father became shameless—insisting on taking my mother to his house for a "further talk," or more bluntly, to a hotel room, claiming it was his way of "punishing" her on behalf of his son… My mother thought to herself, she'd already been with countless men, so since things had come to this, she might as well let Zhang Qiang's father have his fun for free!

And so, half-heartedly, my mother was forced to sleep with his father.

But once something happens, it happens again and again…

From then on, Zhang Qiang's father frequently invited my mother out for sex, sometimes even taking her back to his house for rape. Especially after his father drank, he became particularly reckless, taking advantage of my mother without any restraint, even towards his own son.

Once, Zhang Qiang's father drank a pound and a half of liquor, becoming completely intoxicated. Coincidentally, his mother was away on a business trip. When he returned home drunk, he was immediately overcome with lust and called my mother, ordering her to come to his house within half an hour, or else she would be in serious trouble!

That day, my mother had planned to rest, not go out to entertain guests, but stay home and cook some good food for me, and perhaps help me with my homework and read. However, after receiving Zhang Qiang's father's call, my mother thought about it and decided she still had to go.

So my mother quickly dressed and got ready, then hopped on her electric scooter and rushed to Zhang Qiang's house, arriving just in time.

But who would have thought that Zhang Qiang's father, that shameless scoundrel, would brazenly be intimate with my mother right in front of Zhang Qiang?

He sat on the sofa, and as soon as my mother entered, he pulled her into his arms, while Zhang Qiang was watching TV nearby. Then, he reached into the neckline of my mother's low-cut dress and, in a few swift movements, ripped off her oversized bra. My mother's full, white breasts were immediately exposed, rising and falling, and he fondled and fondled them wantonly.

My mother, seeing Zhang Qiang still sitting there, moaned and cried out in shame and annoyance, telling him to leave immediately! Go back to his room!

Zhang Qiang was still just a child, all lust and no guts. Although he left immediately, he didn't go far. Instead, he silently hid behind the door, peeping at his father raping my mother while masturbating.

"You filthy bitch, you're so fucking slutty!"

His father pressed my mother down on his lap, one hand holding half of her buttocks, the other arm around her waist, his penis fully inserted into my mother's vagina, thrusting in and out repeatedly, almost reaching her cervix. After dozens of vigorous thrusts, my mother was completely subdued by his father's enormous penis. Her entire body trembled from the fucking, her breasts bounced, and her jade-like feet, encased in flesh-colored stockings, excitedly rose up on their tiptoes, the arches of her feet forming almost a right angle with the ground, her toes touching the tips of her high heels.

As he ejaculated, Zhang Qiang's father roared as if no one else was around, his testicles twitching as he pumped large amounts of semen into his penis. My mother stopped thrusting, her head tilted back, feeling the gurgling semen flowing inside her vagina. She leaned weakly against the man's strong chest, a rosy flush rising on her cheeks.

To be able to fuck a professional prostitute like my mother like this, Zhang Qiang's father was definitely a seasoned womanizer.

...

After graduating high school, I was admitted to a top-tier university, but it was in the provincial capital.

Having grown up with my mother and being quite introverted, I found it very difficult to adjust to living alone in a dormitory and eating in the cafeteria, especially at night when I was thinking about women… Fortunately, my mother was very considerate of me. Throughout my four years of university, except for various holidays, she made sure I came home at least once a month to reunite with her.

However, one time, the matter of “going home” caused a little embarrassment.

It happened during the school's sports meet, and I neither felt like participating nor was I able to. So, I thought I'd suddenly go home to surprise my mother. But to my surprise, as soon as I entered the house, I saw my mother having sex with a man on the sofa in the living room. My mother was completely naked, her legs spread wide apart, being carried on the man's shoulders. Her full, large breasts heaved up and down on her chest, covered with teeth marks and scratches. Looking at the living room floor, my mother's glamorous bras, panties, and pantyhose were scattered messily around the sofa, but I could only see one high heel. Most horrifyingly, my mother's mouth was stuffed with a rag, and while her vagina was being ravaged, she could only whimper and moan softly, unable to make a sound.

The man who was currently making love to my mother was drunk, reeking of alcohol, which filled the entire room. And to this day, I can't forget the large, disgusting lump on his red, ugly face…

Seeing this, I felt both embarrassed and angry, because my mother had promised me she wouldn't bring her clients home.

However, I later learned that just a few days earlier, this man had paid fifty yuan for oral sex from my mother at a hair salon near the entrance of our neighborhood. He must have been drinking too much today. Thinking back to my mother's cute little mouth that day, the alcohol and lust combined to cloud his judgment. He broke into our house, forcibly stripped my mother naked, and forced himself on her on the sofa.

Afterwards, my mother wanted to call the police, but once the man sobered up, his attitude changed drastically. He knew he had committed a serious crime and might be charged with rape! He not only begged my mother to forgive him this time, but also, in a moment of confusion, pulled out a whole thousand yuan from his purse as atonement.

My mother looked at the wad of money on the table, sighed, shook her head, and decided not to pursue the matter further.

Earlier, I mentioned "calling the police," so I'd like to take this opportunity to talk about the police in my neighborhood!

In short, they're corrupt.

When I was little, my mother initially worked as a prostitute in certain places, like hair salons and massage parlors, because there weren't bathhouses back then. Besides providing various sexual services to lecherous men, whenever the government cracked down on prostitution, my mother would also sleep with the police officers who came to "sweep" the area, using her sexy body and excellent sexual skills to bribe these "public servants."

During these times, you could see those uniformed officers coming to each small shop, bullying and oppressing everyone.

After a while, the owners and the local police officers became acquainted, making it much easier for the officers to come back. They would close and lock the door, and soon the owner would approach each officer with a smile, offering them cigarettes and red envelopes.

My mother worked at a hair salon at the time, and the owner stipulated that when the officers came, she had to be attentive and perform a striptease to entertain them. After my mother took off her clothes, skirt, and stockings, the officers would dismiss the owner, and a group of them would surround my naked mother, shouting and dragging her into the inner room…

The scene inside was simply unbearable to watch.

The local police knew my mother was a prostitute and would never dare to resist them, so they forced her to be completely naked, posing in all sorts of lewd positions, wantonly humiliating her to stimulate their lust. Almost every hair and every inch of skin on my mother's body, inside and out, around her anus and vagina, was thoroughly examined by these policemen. Besides forcing my mother to perform various lewd acts, the policemen also demanded that she loudly utter incredibly obscene words and sing lewd and seductive tunes while being raped by them. In their minds, my mother wasn't even human; she was merely a public toilet, her vagina, anus, and mouth simply three holes for them to expel their semen.

Not only that, after the crackdown on prostitution, the local police didn't let my mother off

the hook either. One morning, my mother went to the market to buy groceries. The market was crowded with people of all kinds, shoulder to shoulder and foot to foot. In this situation, suddenly, my mother was bumped into by someone. Before she could turn around, the person had disappeared into the crowd.

Then, my mother subconsciously felt her pocket, and sure enough, her wallet had been stolen!

There was a police station not far from the market, so my mother quickly ran over to report the theft.

As soon as my mother pushed open the front door and went inside, the local police officers whistled, "Hey, isn't that the slut from the hair salon?"

Without a word, several of them swarmed around her, groping her body, some squeezing her breasts, others touching her buttocks. My mother tried to push them away, crying out, "No, no..."

But these shameless officers ignored her. Their large hands worked together, and in minutes they had unbuttoned her blouse, pulling her bright red bra down halfway, revealing her large, white breasts. Immediately afterwards, someone else put his hand into my mother's floral skirt, touching and playing with my mother's vagina through flesh-colored pantyhose and thong.

After a while, a guy finally got down to business and asked my mother, "What are you doing here? Do you miss your brothers' cocks?"

While he was asking, he grabbed my mother's two big nipples, held them between his fingers, and twisted and rubbed them, having a great time playing with them.

After hearing what the police officer said, my mother naturally shook her head and denied it, and told them that her wallet had been stolen by a thief and she came here to report the crime. However, at the same time, my mother stopped struggling and just stood there motionless, letting the men play with and molest her body.

Logically, serving the people and solving cases and arresting criminals should be the duty of these local police officers. But having finally caught an opportunity to get intimate with my mother, this delicious "piece of meat," they naturally wouldn't let it slip by.

The officers promised my mother that they would guarantee to find her wallet and return every penny to her.

But there was one condition: before the investigation, my mother had to agree to strip naked right there in the police station office and give each of them oral sex, including blowjobs and oral ejaculation… otherwise it wouldn't count.

My mother thought, "It's not the first time anyway. To get my wallet back, I'll just have to put up with it. Even if it's just a waste of time!" Without much hesitation, she nodded in agreement.

Then, the real show began: the officers excitedly went around, closed the door, drew all the curtains, and moved the coffee table and chairs to make room.

Once everything was ready, my mother, though her face flushed red in front of a room full of lustful men, obediently removed her clothes, one by one, from her top and skirt down to her stockings and underwear. After she was completely naked, she followed the officers' orders, kneeling on the ground to serve their captain.

The captain sat in a chair, and my mother knelt at his feet, gently unbuckling his belt. Then, she parted her red lips, extended her tongue, and began licking his stinky penis. She licked very carefully, her nimble tongue sliding along the shaft, from bottom to top—testicles, penis, glans, and urethral opening—licking every part thoroughly. Even the smegma inside a man's foreskin was licked and cleaned by the mother using the tip of her tongue.

After about ten minutes of sucking and licking, the captain looked utterly satisfied, seemingly about to ejaculate. Suddenly, with a thrust of his hips, he plunged his entire thick penis into my mother's throat. Instantly, her mouth was filled to the brim with his large cock, and she could only utter muffled "woof" sounds.

After ejaculating, my mother still held the captain's limp penis in her mouth, gently caressing his scrotum with her hand.

After the captain finished, the other officers followed suit, taking turns inserting their penises into my mother's mouths to enjoy themselves. My mother was incredibly skilled at oral sex. Each time, she would take a man's penis deep into her mouth, then slowly release it, her tongue swirling around the glans and gently pressing against the sensitive spot on the urethral opening.

These policemen were far more adept than the average client; they handcuffed and shackled my mother and ordered her to squat naked in a corner with her hands behind her head. Under duress, when my mother later performed oral sex on them, she often looked like a prisoner, her buttocks raised high, exposing her lewd vulva and anus, while she nervously performed the act.

According to the previous "agreement," most men would ejaculate directly into my mother's mouth, making her open her mouth so they could check; a few who missed would spray their semen onto my mother's cheeks or forehead, and my mother would use her fingers to wipe every last drop of semen from her face into her mouth, then swallow it in front of them.

I don't know if my mother's wallet was successfully recovered after that day; but when my mother walked out of the police station, it was already noon, a full three hours had passed...

After graduating from university, the next step was naturally to look for a job. At this moment, I once again experienced the hardships of life. Although I graduated from a top-tier university with a decent major, it was still extremely difficult for a poor and unconnected boy from a small town like me to find a good job.

After wandering around the provincial capital for over a month, I had gained nothing. For jobs with good pay, my education level met the requirements, but my connections weren't enough; employers valued family background more. For jobs with lower pay, I looked at the contracts, which were practically asking me to sell myself into slavery. Looking at the salaries, I realized I might as well go back to the countryside to farm.

I had studied hard for ten years, finally graduating with a higher education diploma, yet my mother still had to support me constantly… Thinking about how hard my mother worked to earn money, my heart ached as if it were bleeding.

Thinking back to my childhood, I remember seeing my mother, dressed in bright stockings and a short skirt, being brutally penetrated from behind by the neighbors in various corners near our home. Whenever I walked by, she would scream and yell, telling me to hurry up and go home! Seeing my young age, the neighbors would deliberately tease us, forcing me to watch them abuse my mother. Right in front of me, they would violently pound her vagina while slapping her buttocks and pulling her nipples.

When school fees were due and we ran out of money, my mother had to "work overtime," often being forced to bring strange men home for the night. In my memory, during those unforgettable days, every night while other residents turned off their lights and went to sleep, my house remained brightly lit and bustling with activity.

According to the neighbors, whenever my mother was short of money, at least two lecherous men would come to have sex with her every night, usually five or six, and sometimes even more than a dozen. These men were all regulars in the neighborhood, and because they lived nearby, they often stayed out very late. Even in the early hours of the morning, you could still hear the lewd laughter of men and the moans of women coming from my mother's bedroom.

These unscrupulous clients raped or gang-raped my mother everywhere—in the living room, the bathroom, and the bedroom. Every corner of the house bore the marks of their defilement.

Yet, as a professional prostitute, my mother was incredibly dedicated. As long as the clients paid enough, she would almost always let them do as they pleased without complaint.

They would make my mother strip naked and play cards with them. The losers didn't have to pay, but the winners got the chance to have sex with my mother, freely using all three of her orifices within a set time. They made my mother kneel on the ground to perform oral sex, thrust her anus while her buttocks were raised, or they used beer bottles to give her enema… After the last hand of cards was played, three or four men rushed at her, inserting several penises into her vagina, anus, and mouth simultaneously, performing piston-like movements—the so-called "three-hole ejaculation." Although my mother was a prostitute, she was still a vulnerable woman. The sudden insertion of three penises into her caused her to scream in pain, her moans filling the air, waking me from my sleep several times.

…

I've digressed a bit; let's get back to the main point.

After interviewing with the last company and being rejected by the manager in person again, I was extremely hurt and disappointed. I decided to temporarily leave the provincial capital and go back to my hometown to discuss it with my mother.

When I got home, I ran into Old Zhao, the security guard, at the entrance of my residential complex. We'd been neighbors for over ten years, so I chatted with him.

Old Zhao knew I had graduated from university this year, so he asked me a few questions about my job search. I told him the truth: "Nothing has come of it." Old Zhao shook his head and sighed, indicating he understood. He then advised me, "Your mother works hard to earn money; you need to find work soon and support yourself."

Since we were talking about my mother, I casually asked him if I had seen her today. Old Zhao pursed his lips and said he hadn't seen her, but he knew where she was—in the internet cafe across the street.

"What's Mom doing in the internet cafe?"

I wondered…

Leaving Old Zhao's office, I headed straight for the illegal internet cafe across the street.

Although it was an illegal internet cafe, it was quite large. The internet cafe had two floors. From the outside, the space didn't look large, but it was crammed with dozens of computers. The counter at the entrance resembled a small shop, selling cigarettes, snacks, instant noodles—you name it. Since it was the only internet cafe in our area, it was incredibly popular, always packed with people going to surf the internet and play games. It was open 24 hours a day, and its business was the envy of many.

Because I had only ever focused on my studies since childhood, I had never been to an internet cafe until I went to university, when I first encountered computer games.

Standing at the open entrance of the internet cafe, I didn't go in, but instead peeked inside and found my mother there!

She was sitting side-by-side with a middle-aged man behind the counter. The two were acting very intimately. Looking down, I saw the man's hand resting on my mother's snow-white thigh, caressing her inner thigh through her stockings. My mother had her arm around the man's thick neck, seemingly whispering something. Then, I saw the man slip one hand inside my mother's floral skirt, seemingly teasing and rubbing her genitals with his fingers. Instantly, my mother shivered involuntarily.

Coincidentally, this happened during a time when no one was turning on or off their computers at the counter, so the middle-aged man's hands became increasingly indecent. He even unbuttoned my mother's collar and openly began to knead her large breasts. Although my mother was nearly forty, her large, plump breasts were still incredibly firm. The middle-aged man tossed her breasts around like a ball, supporting the base of her breasts with his hands, moving them up and down, left and right, playing with them. My mother

neither uttered a sound nor resisted his actions, letting him touch and pinch her as he pleased.

After a while, my mother went to the restroom. When she came out, she was carrying her stockings, bra, and panties, presumably just taken off… Several young men nearby saw this and stared in astonishment.

My mother noticed that others were staring at what she was holding, their eyes filled with lust. Instantly, her face flushed bright red. She quickly hurried back to the counter.

It turned out that it was all thanks to that middle-aged man. He felt that touching a woman through her clothes was still a barrier, so he told my mother to go to the restroom and take off all her underwear, panties, stockings, etc., so that he could have direct, intimate contact with her private parts.

...

This middle-aged man was the owner of the internet cafe, surnamed He, almost fifty years old, and the neighbors all called him Old He.

Old He was the cousin of the town director. Because of this connection, when internet cafes were booming and sweeping the country, he opened a clandestine, unlicensed internet cafe in this shabby alley. Being a relative of a leader, Old He was very influential in the area, and the lower-level officials in the bureau never dared to make things difficult for him.

I stood outside the internet cafe, watching other men harass my mother. A constant stream of teenagers came and went from the entrance. Some looked at me with surprise, thinking I was an idiot; others followed my gaze to the counter, and when they saw my mother sitting on a man's lap, they chuckled maliciously.

Before I knew it, it was getting dark.

"Never mind, I'll just go home..."

I thought to myself.

Like when I was a child after school, I carried a worn-out backpack and walked home alone, feeling lost.

As I passed the alley entrance, I suddenly heard someone call my name. I stopped and looked around. The voice seemed to be coming from that direction—in the bicycle shed not far away, three or four young men were squatting and smoking. I recognized one of them: wasn't that my good brother, Zhang Qiang?!

"You're back! Why didn't you tell your buddy?"

Zhang Qiang said, pulling my shoulder with a smile. The young men beside him, seeing that I was Zhang Qiang's friend, immediately came over and offered me cigarettes.

I waved my hand, saying I didn't smoke.

"Where are you going? Why are you carrying a bag?"

"Just got off the bus, heading home..."

After a few brief pleasantries, Zhang Qiang suddenly looked troubled and asked me awkwardly, "Hua Zi, um... I'm a little short on cash lately, you know... could you help me out?"

"Help... what kind of help?"

"It's nothing serious, just... borrow some money, I'll pay you back next week!"

As soon as I heard the words "borrow money," I immediately became uneasy: "Oh, but I don't have any cash on me, only a card."

After saying that, I wanted to take the opportunity to leave, but before I could turn around, one of Zhang Qiang's buddies called out to me: "Wait, wait! What's the rush?!"

The guy looked like a thug, and you could tell from his appearance that he was not someone to mess with: "Didn't you say you didn't have any money on you? Then you must have some at home!" When

Zhang Qiang heard him say that, his eyes lit up, but then dimmed again in an instant. After a long pause, he looked at me helplessly and said, "Hua Zi, I'm really sorry! Please help us out, we'll go back and get it with you."

I then pleaded with him a few more times, and soon, the men next to Zhang Qiang, who had been all smiles, now had angry expressions on their faces. Seeing the situation was getting out of hand, I was conflicted but helpless. After thinking for a moment, I decided to just accept my bad luck.

Then, I led Zhang Qiang and the others home. When we got to the door, I didn't let them in, but made them wait in the hallway while I went inside and got some cash—a way of getting rid of the trouble.

...

Around 10:30 pm, my mother finally returned home.

As soon as I entered the door, my mother was startled to see the TV on and a grown man sitting on the sofa. After a closer look, she realized it was none other than her only son. Excitedly, she ran over and hugged me tightly, saying, "Son, why are you back?! Did you miss your mother?"

Even though I'm over twenty, my mother still treats me like a child.

Seeing her made me incredibly happy and excited; it was as if all the previous unpleasantness had vanished in that instant.

I turned off the noisy TV, took my mother's hand, and we sat together on the sofa, catching up on each other's lives.

As they chatted, Mom seemed to consciously spread her legs apart. Under her black miniskirt, a large patch of her pantyhose crotch was wet, and her two thick labia were turned open at the entrance of her vulva, vaguely revealing the tender flesh wriggling inside her vagina.

Seeing my mother's lower body slick with lustful fluid, I asked knowingly, "Mom, why aren't you wearing underwear? Your stockings are all wet..."

My mother didn't answer my question directly. She gave me a seductive look, and finally couldn't resist. She pulled me tightly into her arms, panting, and said, "Son, Mom missed you so much! Quick... quick, give it to Mom!"

After saying that, my mother stuck out her tongue wantonly, and glistening saliva dripped down her tongue, flowing down her thighs covered by pantyhose; her desire burned fiercely, and my mother looked at me expectantly, her expression both wanton and alluring.

Faced with such temptation, what man could resist?

I quickly stood up, removed my clothes, revealing my erect penis; my mother immediately took off her pantyhose and lay down on the sofa, her legs spread wide. I excitedly pounced on my mother, a familiar scent wafting towards me—so comforting! Although my mother was wearing cheap perfume, it still left a lingering impression.

Then, finally, I was about to return to the place that gave me birth; with a powerful thrust of my hips, I inserted my entire penis into my mother's vagina.

While my cock was thrusting wildly, my hands were also busy. One hand was kneading my mother's full breasts, while the other was caressing the base of her legs. It had been months since we'd made love, and I was especially vigorous tonight. Under the onslaught of my large cock, my mother's tender vulva was constantly gushing with lustful fluids, soaking a large area of the sofa cushion.

"Baby...your thing is so big..."

"I'm sorry...Mom...Mom...I can't hold back..."

"Harder...fuck me harder! Fuck Mom to death..."

Mom's little pussy seemed to have an itchy disease. She desperately twisted her white and tender buttocks and tried her best to rub my glans with the vaginal walls to stop the itching. I was not to be outdone. Every few thrusts, I deliberately sank my buttocks down hard. With a long "whoosh..." sound, my penis was completely inside, and the glans was right up to Mom's cervix.

"Ouch! Baby, Mommy's going to be fucked to death!"

Hearing my mother's lewd moans, I suddenly saw images of johns making love to her. I couldn't help but work even harder, thrusting my hips with all my might, fucking the flesh inside my mother's cunt until it turned inside out, like a silent punishment.

My mother and I were intertwined in lust, fucking each other on the old sofa at home for more than an hour, until I finally felt waves of tingling in my glans.

Knowing I was about to ejaculate, Mom quickly twisted her waist, got up, and crawled between my legs. Then, she opened her bright red cherry-like mouth and took my glans, which had just been pulled from her vagina, into her mouth. After a while of careful sucking and licking, I finally released my semen, "plop plop plop," and ejaculated into Mom's mouth.

...

The next morning, I slept until after 11 o'clock. When I got up, Mom had just returned from buying groceries.

The sun was shining brightly that day. My mother was wearing a light green dress, the hem just past her knees, elasticated and decorated with pretty lace. Underneath, she wore black pantyhose and shiny leather boots.

This sexy and alluring outfit not only completely concealed her true age but also made her look both provocative and wanton, exuding a strong sense of carnal desire... You see, in just a few months, my mother would be forty years old.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

My mother brought breakfast to the table for me.

"Hmm, I was sleeping really soundly, probably because I was tired..."

I said weakly, still half asleep.

My mother and I were eating when someone knocked on the door. When we opened it, we found it was Zhang Qiang.

"Hey, everyone's home... Perfect! I haven't eaten either."

Zhang Qiang didn't stand on ceremony and swaggered onto the table.

Seeing her son's good friend and brother, his mother acted completely differently. Instead of her usual warm hospitality, she gasped in surprise, her face instantly turning red to the roots of her neck.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

"Nothing, nothing... I... I'll go get him some rice."

With that, his mother walked away with a sour expression. Zhang Qiang, standing to the side, had a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, as if he were chuckling.

I found the situation a bit strange, but I didn't think much of it at the time. I smiled and said to Zhang Qiang, "Xiao Qiang, I went to bed late last night. I was planning to come find you this afternoon!"

"Oh...yes, Hua Zi, it's been a while since we've seen each other, hasn't it? Come on, let me

pay you back the money I borrowed!" Zhang Qiang said, taking out some money from his wallet and returning it to me.

After a while, my mother came out of the kitchen, carrying several plates of cold dishes. She said, "It's getting late anyway, let's combine breakfast and lunch." Looking at the table full of delicious food, I rubbed my hands together, ready to feast.

But strangely, my mother stood in front of the table and stopped, as if she didn't want to sit down.

Just as I was completely bewildered, Zhang Qiang suddenly spoke up, "Auntie, stop pretending!" Before he finished

speaking, Zhang Qiang lifted my mother's skirt and placed his hands on her large buttocks, pinching and squeezing her flesh through her black stockings. Although my mother's face was full of reluctance, she stood motionless, letting Zhang Qiang play with her buttocks…

Damn it! All these years I'd been kept in the dark!

Only now did I finally understand: my longtime best friend, Zhang Qiang, had been cheating on me with my mother. Ever since I went to university in the provincial capital, he had used all sorts of methods to have an affair with her behind my back.

At first, their relationship was relatively discreet, like the incestuous protagonists in pornographic novels. My mother was always half-hearted, and Zhang Qiang always knew when to stop, not going too far, after all, I was in the way... But after a year or two, because I was away studying for several months at a time, Zhang Qiang became more and more unscrupulous, and my mother completely became his sex toy.

Zhang Qiang boasted to others that my mother was his family's housekeeper, and that after she finished doing housework, he would take her to bed and have sex with her. Later, those people didn't believe Zhang Qiang and said he was just bragging. Foolishly, Zhang Qiang then invited them to form groups of three or five to gang rape my mother, or drag her out of the house and take her to a nearby hotel to abuse and play with her wantonly. Even worse, some of them... The truth was about to come out, and Zhang Qiang's father found out too. But instead of blaming Zhang Qiang, his father joined him in raping my mother, making her give two blowjobs simultaneously, exploring both her anus and vagina at the same time. It was a case of father and son sharing the same debts and sleeping together...

Knowing the truth, I felt extremely resentful. On one side were my best friends, and on the other was my mother who had raised me. A thousand thoughts swirled in my mind, leaving me speechless and unable to cry.

Just as I was silent, my mother, who had been silent all along, spoke up: "Son, actually... actually, Mom knows everything..."

"What do you know?"

I asked her without looking up.

"Mom knows, when you were in school, you...you drugged me several times, and then...and then let Xiaoqiang...take me..."

When you were in school? Five or six years ago? This...

ah! So my mother knew all along that she had been drugged and raped, but she just didn't say it.

"Those times, you invited Xiaoqiang over to play, and every time he came over, I would get so sleepy in no time...After waking up, my thighs would be sore, and my genitals would hurt, and sometimes there would be teeth marks on my breasts...Mom is an expert, after all, do you think I couldn't see these symptoms?"

Listening to my mother's detailed account, I felt my ears ringing and I was at a loss.

"Hey, let's all shut up!"

Zhang Qiang stood up from his chair, interrupting our conversation. "Hua Zi, listen carefully, you'll always be my good brother, I'll never forget that; as for Auntie, let's all be more open-minded, anyway, you're selling yourself outside, so let's keep the profits in the family!"

After saying that, Zhang Qiang picked up my mother and headed straight for the bedroom... Before closing the bedroom door, Zhang Qiang acted as if nothing had happened, calmly saying to me, "Hurry up and eat, Hua Zi, I'll take you out to have some fun this afternoon!"

...

In the bedroom, Zhang Qiang impatiently pushed my mother down onto the bed, and after a hurried tug-of-war, the neckline of my mother's dress was wide open, and her bra was hanging precariously, with only half of it hanging there. Through the crack in the door, I could clearly see the upper half of my mother's fair breasts exposed. A drawstring slid down in the middle, and the two round, firm breasts pressed against each other, forming a very deep cleavage that made my mouth water.

Zhang Qiang was incredibly excited. He vigorously kneaded his mother's two large breasts, greedily sucking on the very tips of her nipples.

After a while, Zhang Qiang unbuckled his jeans and pulled out his penis. Seeing the erect penis before her, my mother reflexively crawled over and took Zhang Qiang's penis into her mouth. Peeking through the crack in the door, I saw my mother kneeling on the floor, giving her boyfriend oral sex with great effort, and I felt a strange excitement.

Soon, Zhang Qiang's penis was hard and erect from my mother's licking, so my mother got up and sat on the bed, spreading her legs into an M shape, then grasped Zhang Qiang's penis and guided it into her vagina.

As soon as the head of Zhang Qiang's penis entered my mother's vagina, he thrust his hips down hard, pushing his penis straight into my mother's core... My mother then began to twist her waist and sway her full breasts to meet the thrusting of Zhang Qiang's penis.

"Aww...oh...aww..." My mother was quickly brought to a state of ecstasy by the fucking.

After a dozen or so thrusts, Zhang Qiang suddenly stopped and reached under the bed. After fiddling around for a while, he pulled out two wooden clips.

What were these things? Just as I was wondering, Zhang Qiang grinned lewdly and rubbed my mother's left nipple. The nipple quickly became erect, and he picked up one of the clips and clamped it onto my mother's left breast... My mother winced in pain, her head shaking from side to side, her face contorted in pain. But Zhang Qiang wasn't satisfied. He slapped my mother's fat buttocks hard and said, "It's not over yet, you slut! Who told you to have such big tits!" No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhang Qiang picked up another wooden clamp and clamped it onto my mother's right nipple in the same way…

Around 4 PM, Zhang Qiang still hadn't left my house. He and my mother were naked, rolling around on the large bed in the bedroom—that passionate place that usually belonged only to my mother and me—making love for hours, tirelessly and fiercely fucking my mother's little cunt.

As for me, my anger had completely subsided, and I silently accepted this reality, now listlessly watching TV in the living room.

…

In the following days, for some reason, Zhang Qiang seemed to deliberately avoid me. Regarding what happened that noon, I have indeed let go of my resentment, but after all, it was my own mother who was raped by someone else. It's not like I should be the one to actively seek him out!

But I can't worry about that now… the most important thing is finding a job.

On Saturday evening, after dinner, my mother and I prepared to go out for a walk, discussing job hunting as we went.

Before leaving, my mother specially dressed up: she wore light makeup, her hair was piled high, and she wore a sexy mini-skirt and black fishnet stockings, with a bulging leather bag slung around her waist.

My mother and I wandered aimlessly down the street. My mother held my arm tightly and spoke softly, like a happy and content young wife.

"Son, the provincial capital is so big, with so many large companies and enterprises, how come you can't find a good job?"

"The situation now...sigh...it's so different from before. You don't know, the streets are full of college students now, a diploma is just a piece of waste paper!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Mom doesn't believe it. My son went to such a good university, how can he be worse off than others?" "

Mom, you're mistaken. The most crucial thing isn't the university, but family connections and background. Employers only care about that now..."

"Sigh...this society...it's really..."

"Mom, how about I try my luck in our county first?"

"What? But what good jobs can you find in our small county...you don't just want to live with me forever so we can do 'that' thing, do you?"

"Of course not! What are you thinking? I don't even have that thought right now!"

"That's good. Son, you must remember, lust is a double-edged sword. A man must always control his desires." "

I know, you've taught me that since I was little..."

As my mother and I were chatting, someone suddenly called my mother from behind, calling her by her name: "Hey, Feng Huifang!"

I was a little annoyed to be interrupted. I turned around and saw that it was Mr. Hu, the owner of the Shaxian snack shop at the entrance of the community.

"It really is you, Xiao Feng."

Mr. Hu approached my mother and me, greeting us with a smile.

"Brother Hu, I'm just taking a walk with my son, you..."

Before my mother could finish speaking, Boss Hu stretched out his thick arm and grabbed her, his hands shamelessly groping her large breasts... We were just out for a stroll, and this happened! My son and I stared at each other, unsure what to do.

"Brother Hu... no! My son is still here!"

My mother struggled desperately, her face flushed.

"What does it matter... you're dressed so provocatively today, aren't you just out looking for a man?"

In front of her child, my mother was humiliated by his words. Although she felt extremely ashamed, she didn't want to argue, so she just frowned and ignored him. But Mr. Hu wasn't about to stop... After saying that, he squeezed my mother's large breasts even harder, then reached inside her fishnet stockings, pulled aside her narrow thong, and inserted two fingers into her vagina, thrusting in and out with a "plop, plop" sound accompanied by the wetness of her juices. Within seconds, my mother's legs went weak, her body went limp, and her large buttocks sank lower and lower. She could only cling tightly to Mr. Hu's shoulders to maintain her balance.

Judging by his practiced technique, Mr. Hu must have frequented my mother's patronage quite often.

On the dark street, Boss Hu was openly raping my mother, completely oblivious to my presence, as if I didn't exist... I watched them having a great time, their lewd laughter and moans filling the air. Staying there would only be humiliating, so I shook my head and walked away silently.

About ten minutes later, on another street, I was walking dejectedly when I heard the clatter of high heels. Turning around, I saw my mother, running towards me, sweating profusely.

"Mom, that guy was really going too far,"

I said, displeased.

"Alright, alright, sweetie, don't worry about it..."

Mom said breathlessly, then pulled out two hundred yuan from her purse. "This guy was pretty generous today. Look, it hasn't been long, and Mom has already earned two big bills!"

Looking at the money in Mom's hand, I was speechless. The good mood I had during my walk earlier had completely vanished...

After returning home, to punish Mom for letting other men grope and mess with me in front of me today, I imitated a scene from a Japanese AV. While watching a movie on the sofa, I had my mother sit beside me, take off my clothes, kneel on the ground, and then have her lick my feet with her tongue.

My mother didn't object; she didn't get angry at all no matter how I played with her.

Halfway through the movie, I couldn't stand my mother's lewd appearance anymore, so I suddenly stood up from the sofa, grabbed my mother's hair, and pulled her up with me. I dragged my mother down onto the sofa like that. My mother seemed to enjoy this feeling of being abused and understood what I was going to do. She knowingly spread her two snow-white legs and actively used her fingers to pry open her vulva...

"Quick...quick...put it in me!"

My mother moaned lewdly, begging me to insert my penis quickly.

"I'll fuck you to death! You filthy bitch, you slut!"

This was the first time I'd ever sworn at my mother during sex, uttering such inhumane and vulgar words.

...

The next day, I slept in again.

Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I got up and sat alone in the empty house, my thoughts a jumble of thoughts. In a daze, I recalled watching my mother sleep with clients as a child, playing all sorts of lewd sexual games with strange men, while I was pointed at and whispered about at school, living in constant fear. I also thought of how last night, after my mother finished her sex work, she held a shiny banknote in her hand, a look of satisfaction on her face, and then, back home, the two of them shamelessly engaged in passionate lovemaking… I had studied diligently for ten years, working myself to the bone, and even with eighteen university diplomas in my hands, I couldn't find a job to support my family, and I couldn't change the fact that my own mother was a prostitute. How naive I was for all those years, thinking that getting into university and graduating smoothly would pave the way for a bright future.

Having studied for most of my life, yet to no avail—truly a useless scholar! Regret, frustration, disappointment, and anger surged through me...

At noon sharp, seeing that my mother still hadn't returned home, I went out to eat alone, feeling depressed.

Grabbing my tattered wallet, I had barely stepped out the door, one foot not even over the threshold, when I witnessed a horrific scene in the hallway—neighbor Old Wang and his accomplices were toying with my mother: under their tyrannical coercion, my mother, naked except for a flesh-colored pantyhose and wearing burgundy high heels, was walking towards a filthy homeless man. This homeless man was "hired" by Lao Wang and his gang to deliberately humiliate my mother.

Then, to the homeless man's utter astonishment, my mother, blushing and frowning, helped him remove his tattered pants. Then, kneeling on the ground, she took the homeless man's dark, repulsive penis into her mouth and began meticulously performing oral sex on him. My

mother was giving the homeless man a blowjob on the first floor of the stairwell, while Lao Wang and his gang watched lewdly from the second floor, occasionally bursting into laughter.

After a while, the homeless man seemed to realize that my mother wasn't mentally unstable, but rather hired to perform for the men on the second floor! Then the homeless man revealed his true colors, roughly tearing open the crotch of my mother's flesh-colored pantyhose, shoving her down on the cement floor, and then deliberately lying on top of her, engaging in a 69 position with her in full view of everyone!

After the homeless man ejaculated in my mother's mouth, Old Wang and the others, shouting and yelling, took my mother to Old Cao's house on the fourth floor.

Once the door was closed, everyone knew what happened next. My poor mother was pushed onto the bed and began to be ravaged by the clients, subjected to all sorts of sexual abuse... As long as the clients were willing to pay, my mother was willing to become a mindless semen absorber. She neither resisted nor dared to slack off. The only thing my mother could do was to use semen absorption as her main function, letting the clients release all their filthy semen into her three fleshy holes.

I stood in the middle of the empty corridor, listening to Lao Wang and his men's heavy breathing, lewd laughter, and satisfied howls as they ejaculated; I imagined the men's rough hands roaming freely over my mother's fair and plump body, their smelly mouths greedily sucking on my mother's full, mature nipples and areolas; my mother lying with her legs spread, or kneeling on the ground with her buttocks raised, the men's penises of varying lengths taking turns penetrating my mother's genitals, thrusting wantonly in her vagina...

My mind was filled with sadness and anger, but at the same time, a strange excitement also welled up in my heart.

That evening, my mother and I made love in our room. While kissing her breasts, I noticed faint teeth marks on her areolas. I was furious. However, my mother patiently explained that the teeth marks were from the previous night, after we had sex after our walk. I was somewhat skeptical, but eventually, I calmed down.

...

A few days later, the kitchen drain broke, so my mother called a plumber. This plumber had come to our house a few months earlier to fix a clogged toilet.

That morning, after buying groceries, my mother changed into comfortable casual clothes. She was only wearing a pale yellow nightgown, without a bra, and had forgotten to wear underwear.

The plumber arrived right on time. After exchanging a few pleasantries with my mother, he got to work with great effort. For several hours, he didn't even have a cup of tea, working tirelessly on the water-strewn floor tiles, pliers in his left hand and a wrench in his right, sweating profusely.

When he finished, my mother gracefully emerged from the bedroom, smiling and thanking him profusely, while paying him three hundred yuan for his services.

The plumber took his payment and casually asked, "Madam, where's your son? Last time he came to fix the toilet, he even bought me a cigarette. He's a really nice young man."

Hearing him mention me, my mother's expression first brightened, but quickly faded. "Oh, you don't know, my son just graduated from university, but he can't find a job. He's out sending out resumes everywhere."

"That's strange. I remember your son telling me he graduated from a top university in the provincial capital. How come he can't find a job?"

"The world these days...sigh, I don't even want to talk about it..."

Seeing my mother's worried expression, the plumber pondered for a moment before finally speaking, "Madam, I saw a notice from the company a few days ago. It seems like this month, our company is recruiting new people. The pay is pretty good, it's an office job, but they require a diploma, and preferably a local..."

"This...this is wonderful!"

My mother exclaimed excitedly, gesturing wildly, and continued, "Could you please ask around for me? I'm begging you!"

This plumber looked honest and unassuming, but deep down he was a cunning lecher. He saw that my mother needed his help, and he also noticed that my mother was dressed provocatively, her sexy and voluptuous figure was very alluring. So he made a sexual innuendo and whispered to my mother, "Madam, about work... I'm sure I have no problem. But you see, the water pipes in the kitchen are fixed, but my 'water pipe' is broken here. What do you think we should do?"

"This... isn't quite right. How about... how about I give you some money?"

My mother naturally understood his implication, but in broad daylight, in her own home, she really wasn't in the mood for that.

But the plumber seemed to have my mother figured out. Without warning, he suddenly reached out and grabbed my mother's already exposed nipple, then pinched it between two fingers and began to rub it vigorously.

"Ah! No!"

My mother felt her nipples were being pinched painfully and couldn't help but cry out in a delicate voice.

"Madam, I don't think you're a respectable woman. Otherwise, why would you dress so provocatively, without even a bra, knowing I was coming?!"

My mother was hit where it hurt by his words and lowered her head in embarrassment, remaining silent... Then, the plumber took the opportunity to lift up my mother's nightgown and spread her thighs apart, revealing my mother's pink vulva and dark anus below.

My mother's tender vulva had two large, dark-colored folds of flesh, with a clitoris the size of a soybean sandwiched between them. The plumber used his fingers to part the two folds of flesh on my mother's vulva, and then, facing the pink, opening and closing opening, he inserted his strong right middle finger, all the way in.

My mother let out an "Ah..." and moaned with her eyes closed. Then, the plumber withdrew his middle finger and inserted his index and middle fingers together, while using his thumb to tease the soybean-sized clitoris, which quickly turned bright red.

Under the plumber's finger manipulation, my mother soon became drenched in sweat, her eyes slightly intoxicated, and she began to moan incessantly, "Ouch, ouch."

Ten minutes later, the plumber was still enthusiastically fingering my mother's vagina... My mother was so exhausted from his torment that she had no choice but to surrender and prepare to have sex with him.

"Enough, enough, I can't take it anymore! You...you come to the room with me..."

As soon as we entered the room, the plumber took off his work pants, revealing his large penis, which was over thirty centimeters long. My mother couldn't help but gasp when she saw it. Fortunately, my mother was already overflowing with vaginal fluid from his finger play, and her vagina was incredibly wet. The plumber easily inserted his magnificent penis into my mother's vagina.

He pounced on my mother on the large bed, panting heavily as he thrust his hips, his hands kneading and rubbing her nipples against her two snow-white, erect breasts. The plumber's stamina was astonishing; his penis was like a jackhammer, relentlessly pounding into my mother's clitoris. With each thrust, my mother couldn't help but moan. My mother hadn't encountered such a powerful "guest" in a long time. She wrapped her beautiful legs tightly around the man's waist, gritting her teeth and silently enduring the intense sexual stimulation in her lower body... It

was past five in the afternoon, and the sun was almost setting outside the window, but inside the room, the plumber was still on top of my mother, tirelessly thrusting and pumping.

Another half hour passed, and Mom looked at the muscular man before her, still seemingly highly aroused. His penis, though already ejaculated twice, remained firmly erect. Mom knew it was getting late; she would be going home soon.

So, with all her might, she shoved the plumber off her. The plumber was furious and about to lash out, but Mom, quick-witted, came up with a perfect excuse: "That's enough for today, my husband's about to go home!"

Hearing this, the plumber turned pale with fright and immediately jumped out of bed, urinating and getting dressed. Before leaving, he repeatedly promised my mother, "Don't worry about work, I'll take care of everything."

...

During the first month after graduating and returning to my hometown, I kept looking for work, but the results were still dismal; I got almost nothing and couldn't find a suitable position.

During this time, my mother was extremely busy. The lecherous men in the neighborhood would come to my house whenever they had a reason, of course, all to patronize my mother.

Usually, the men would make an appointment in advance and arrive at my house one by one on time. Once they arrived, no matter what my mother was doing at home, they would grab her and forcibly drag her to the front door. Several times I even witnessed impatient clients pinning my mother against the hallway wall, forcing her to stand with her buttocks raised high and hands on the wall for support, and then brutally penetrating her vagina from behind, having sex with her right there in the hallway.

Sometimes, they didn't even shy away from doing it when I was home. For example, last week I was cutting fruit in the kitchen while my mother was watching TV in the living room. We were talking to each other across the room when I suddenly couldn't hear her anymore. So I went out of the kitchen and saw that my mother was being pinned down by a strange man, with his penis in her mouth, and he was giving her a blowjob!

Of course, what the men in the neighborhood liked most was taking my mother to Old Cao's house on the fourth floor to play with her, because Old Cao had collected all sorts of "sex toys" from abroad. I overheard some neighbors whispering that my mother was being hung upside down naked at Old Cao's house, and that beer and milk were being poured into her anus...

Although my mother was a prostitute, she was still my biological mother! I could no longer tolerate the shameless behavior of these clients.

During the day, things were alright. I was usually out handing out resumes and looking for jobs, so I could ignore my mother's troubles. But at night, when my mother and I were resting at home, there were always lecherous men coming to the door, disturbing our happy time.

So later, my mother and I discussed it and made an agreement: every night after I got home and before I went to bed, my mother was not allowed to receive clients.

But my mother was, after all, a prostitute, and prostitutes are like commodities in a supermarket, available for anyone to choose from, anytime. If a client wanted to seduce me one second, and had money in his pocket, he would come to the door the next second and make my mother take off her pants. Especially after dinner, the idle loafers in the neighborhood, full and satisfied, often became lustful.

I remember something that often happened when I was little: on summer nights, I and a few neighborhood kids would be cooling off downstairs when suddenly, we heard a woman moaning and groaning from upstairs. The neighborhood kids were quite precocious; after all, almost all of their fathers had slept with my mother. Upon hearing that familiar woman's moans, everyone knew it was Hua Zi's slutty mother, and they all immediately turned to look at me, their eyes filled with smirk. Some kids have a foul mouth, and they openly shout, "Hua Zi's mom got taken advantage of again... Hua Zi's mom got taken advantage of again..."

Since

my son and I made that agreement, my mother hasn't had any clients for almost a week. I'm very satisfied and happy about this, so sometimes when I'm free, I take my mother out for a walk.

My mother and I walk hand in hand, looking very affectionate, and we sometimes accidentally run into acquaintances, especially those lecherous men. They saw my mother and me standing together. My son had just graduated from university and was in his early twenties, while my mother was nearly forty, but she was well-maintained and full of charm, showing no signs of her age. The two of them standing together didn't look like mother and son at all.

Lustful men often have sweet words, and they kept praising my mother: "You're getting more and more beautiful and younger every day! Standing next to your son, you don't look like a mother at all, but more like an older sister..." Although my mother knew the men had ulterior motives, she still felt a smug look on her face. However, while sweet words were fine, if men tried to take advantage of her, my mother would definitely put on a stern face and refuse outright.

If life could always be like this, how wonderful that would be. Without those shameless clients, the whole world would just be my mother and me…

According to our agreement, every evening until dawn, my mother couldn't see any other men besides me. But this Wednesday evening, my mother told me in advance that she had to "receive" an important guest.

This important guest was none other than the plumber who had promised my mother he would help me find a job. It seemed he had made progress at his company.

On Wednesday evening at six o'clock sharp, the plumber arrived at my house as scheduled.

That day, my mother personally cooked a large table of delicious food and even set out a bottle of red wine to entertain the plumber. After the guest was seated, my mother quietly went back to her room and changed into a sexy set of lingerie.

Five minutes later, Mom gracefully emerged from the room. She was wearing a lace see-through top, burgundy heart-shaped panties, black stockings, and matching open-toe heels.

"Start eating, try your older sister's cooking,"

Mom said gently.

The plumber, seeing Mom's provocative attire, completely forgot about the food and was stunned, his eyes wide with fascination... Then, silence spoke volumes. Mom didn't say another word, but simply smiled and gently sat on the plumber's lap. The man had been anticipating this day for a long time, and burning with desire, a large "tent" bulged high in his crotch.

Soon, the plumber and my mother were intertwined, their bodies entwined.

They kissed passionately, and after a few minutes, my mother's upper body was almost completely naked, except for two thin pieces of cotton cloth attached to her two large nipples, their diameter roughly equal to her areolas. These things were very thin and soft, and were pushed outwards by my mother's nipples, barely covering them, leaving a ring of brown areolas visible around them.

Later I learned that these things were called nipple covers, commonly known as "nipple shields."

It seems my mother went to great lengths to please this plumber!

After a passionate French kiss, the plumber pulled his penis directly from his crotch and ordered my mother to bend over so he could penetrate her vagina from behind.

The muscular plumber held my mother's waist and began to violently thrust into her plump buttocks and vulva. Almost every time he penetrated, his penis was fully inside my mother, with only a little pubic hair sticking out. My mother's face was flushed from being fucked by the plumber's large penis, her forehead and back were covered in sweat, and her buttocks looked like they had been coated with oil, shiny and very smooth.

Just as the two were deeply engrossed in their lovemaking, there was a sudden knock at the door.

My mother, thinking it was me returning, paled instantly and trembled all over. But the plumber wasn't in a hurry at all, unlike the last time my mother had lied to him saying "my husband is coming home," when he was terrified. He continued to vigorously fuck my mother, calmly saying, "Sister, hurry up and open the door! It's our Manager Wang. You'll have to rely on him for your work."

With that, the plumber, like an old man pushing a cart, pushed my mother to the door from behind while still fucking her.

When the door opened, a middle-aged bald man, the company's HR manager, surnamed Wang, stood there.

"Wow, you two are really something!"

"Manager Wang... hello...would you...want...have some food first?"

My mother, while being brutally fucked, tried her best to throw in seductive glances and spoke sweetly to Manager Wang.

At a time like this, no man would be in the mood to eat! The manager spread my mother's long, beautiful legs apart and tore a large gash in her stockings. The plumber, seeing this, knew he had better step aside quickly, after all, the boss had to go first! My mother, having been with countless men, immediately understood Manager Wang's intentions.

Next, my mother consciously opened her vulva and actively sat on Manager Wang's penis. Her vaginal opening, which was overflowing with vaginal fluid, opened and closed with her breath, swallowing the manager's penis completely. For the next while, the manager sat back in the chair without moving, relying entirely on my mother to vigorously twist her buttocks back and forth and up and down, moaning loudly, rubbing her sensitive vaginal area against the manager's rough glans; at the same time, my mother would sometimes pull his hand and place it on her two constantly throbbing nipples, and sometimes she would lean forward desperately, actively squeezing her heavy breasts against the manager's face.

The two men worked in perfect harmony, their two penises attacking my mother's three orifices in turns, simultaneously sandwiching her between them. Sometimes one was in front, the other behind, relentlessly pounding into her vagina and anus; other times, one penis thrust in and out of her vagina while my mother sucked on the other. During the more than three hours of gang rape, streams of thick, pungent semen were repeatedly poured into my mother's body…

Half a month later, Manager Wang kept his promise and helped me find a good job at his company. My mother officially retired, ending her career as a prostitute, and became my "concubine" at home.

My name is Zhao Hua, I'm 23 years old, and a recent graduate. I grew up in a poor single-parent family. My mother gave birth to me when she was sixteen, and my father was a street thug. When I was four, he was imprisoned for gambling, and for the next ten years, I lived with my mother and never saw my father again.

Having relied on my mother since childhood, I developed a strong character, studied diligently, and was always a top student in school.

However, although I was favored by my teachers, I was never popular with my classmates. Apart from one classmate from junior high school with whom I had some connection, I had no friends. It wasn't because I was withdrawn, but because I never went out with other children my age.

The reason was simple: I had no money.

Speaking of this, I must introduce my mother.

In her youth, she worked as an accountant at a supply and marketing cooperative for a year. She was conscientious and responsible, never delaying or cutting corners on tasks assigned by her superiors.

However, my mother was naturally timid and cowardly. In addition, she was beautiful, with a striking oval face, large eyes, long eyelashes, and thin lips; her figure was also remarkable—a pert bottom, full breasts, and a swaying gait when she walked in high heels…

Because of these traits, she could only work as an accountant at the supply and marketing cooperative for a year before she couldn't continue.

(Readers will surely have questions at this point. I will explain the reasons for the "mother's" resignation later.)

Now, to be honest, my mother was a professional prostitute, or more accurately, a clandestine prostitute. Hair salons, nightclubs, saunas... even public restrooms on the street were places where my mother "worked."

My mother's work was extremely hard; she never slept at night and often went out to "earn extra money" during the day. Faced with immense pressure, my mother had to constantly overwork and torture her body.

Although life was very difficult, fortunately, at a young age, I received something that normal children would never dare to dream of: a perfect sexual partner. And the woman who let me taste the wonders of sex so early was my mother.

My first incestuous relationship with my mother happened on my thirteenth birthday.

I still remember it clearly. That night, my mother came home early from the hair salon, but unlike other mothers, she didn't buy her son a small gift or order a cake. She just made me a bowl of longevity noodles.

I was a little disappointed, but I didn't show it.

Later, as I was sitting there eating the noodles, my mother suddenly knelt down in front of me. I was very surprised and didn't know what to do. Then, without saying much, my mother reached out and helped me take off my shorts, then touched my penis.

After caressing it for a while, my penis grew a little bigger, and my mother took it into her mouth, then knelt down and started giving me oral sex.

Probably because she was used to giving oral sex to clients, my mother's movements were very large and fast right from the start. It was my first time experiencing sex, and I was extremely nervous, my mind was blank, and I felt almost no pleasure. After all, I hadn't even learned how to masturbate before.

After a short while, my mother realized my penis wasn't very hard in her mouth, so she took it out and started masturbating me with her hand.

Sure enough, masturbation was more effective; after a dozen strokes with her hand, my penis was fully erect.

Just before ejaculating, my mother quickly circled the head of my penis with her tongue and constantly scratched my anus with the fingers of her other hand, stimulating me so much I almost knocked over the noodles on the table.

Finally, I ejaculated half into my mother's mouth and half into her hand.

I was in junior high school that year, and my mother was thirty-six years old.

Perhaps because it was my "first time," to this day, I still enjoy having my mother give me oral sex during meals. My mother never refuses; whenever I bring it up, she immediately puts down her chopsticks, comes over, kneels down, and gives me oral sex. After she finishes, she doesn't even wipe her mouth before going back to eating.

After giving me oral sex and masturbation, naturally, the next day we went to bed together.

My mother has a very full figure, especially her breasts, which are plump, large, and white. According to my mother, she must wear at least a 34D bra, and even though she is nearly forty, they haven't sagged at all.

Before making love with my mother for the first time, I excitedly pinched and kneaded her breasts for over ten minutes, still feeling incredibly aroused.

As for my mother's vagina, it had darkened slightly due to being penetrated by various sizes and lengths of penises every day. However, despite this, the inside of my mother's vagina still maintained the tightness of a young woman's.

Often, when I was tired from doing homework, I would lift my mother's skirt, spread her legs, and then use my fingers to part her thick labia majora and minora, observing my mother's dark brown vulva up close. Sometimes, I would mischievously tap her clitoris with my front teeth, stimulating my mother's vaginal opening to produce fluid.

My mother always opposed me kissing her vulva, because she thought it was dirty.

When I was little, I didn't understand and even asked her why it was dirty. Her answer was humorous—I still remember it—"Because many uncles like to pee there."

Now that I'm older, I don't find that humorous at all…

…

Over the years, my mother's long-held wish was to save enough money to take me far away and start a new life in another place. Therefore, she worked exceptionally hard, and because she was a prostitute, she gradually gained notoriety in the neighborhood through word of mouth from her clients.

Almost all the lecherous men living in my neighborhood knew my mother.

One afternoon, after buying groceries at the market, my mother rode her bicycle home. Just as she entered the gate of the residential complex, Old Zhao from the gatehouse called out to her, "Hey, Xiao Feng, come here for a second!"

It was almost time for me to get out of school, and my mother was always in a rush. She knew perfectly well why Old Zhao had called her, and she was immediately reluctant.

But she had no choice; although Old Zhao was just a gatekeeper, he was not someone to be trifled with. After thinking for a moment, my mother obediently went over. She parked her bicycle at the gatehouse entrance and then walked in with her head down.

As soon as we entered, Old Zhao grabbed my mother from behind, kissing her earlobes and cheeks while kneading her large breasts with both hands. My

mother frowned and said coquettishly, "Let's skip it today, Old Zhao, our son is waiting for me to cook dinner..."

"What's the rush? Ten minutes will do."

With that, Old Zhao began unbuttoning my mother's blouse.

After removing her pink coat and white shirt, my mother was wearing a dark purple bra, covering her large, round breasts. Old Zhao's mouth watered as he watched. He reached out and pulled off my mother's bra, then bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it.

"Squeak, squeak," Old Zhao squinted, enjoying his sucking on my mother's breast, leaving her large, white breasts covered in saliva.

At this moment, my mother looked tense, glancing out the window every now and then, afraid that an acquaintance might pass by—not because she was afraid of being seen and embarrassed, but because she was afraid of attracting other lecherous men into the house.

Old Zhao was thoroughly enjoying sucking on my mother's breasts, shaking his head from side to side as he repeatedly ate her snow-white flesh. He took turns sucking on her two large, dark brown nipples, sometimes sucking hard, sometimes gently biting them.

He ate her breasts for over ten minutes, still unwilling to let go.

After a while, the clock on the wall pointed to 5:30.

Now my mother was really anxious. She pushed Old Zhao away with all her might, and said somewhat unhappily, "It was only ten minutes, now I have to go!"

Old Zhao knew that forcing things wouldn't work, so he spat out my mother's nipple from his mouth and instead grasped her two large breasts with his hands, my mother's erect nipples pressing against his palms.

"Hehe, you can leave if you want, but you have to grant me a request..."

Old Zhao said with a smile, while still playing with my mother's breasts.

"What request?"

Then, Old Zhao leaned close to my mother's ear mysteriously and whispered something in her ear, his face full of lewd expression. Finally, he pulled a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and waved it in front of my mother.

Upon hearing this, her face flushed crimson, a mixture of shyness and slight disgust on her face. However, despite her reluctance, seeing the tempting banknote before her, she didn't hesitate and finally nodded.

...

In the evening, I finally got out of school and returned home. My diligent mother had already prepared dinner and was tidying up clothes in the house.

I called her to come and eat, but she waved me off and continued tidying up without looking up.

I asked my mother, "What's wrong, Mom? Is something the matter?"

My mother sighed and said, "Sigh... Go eat quickly, then do your homework. Don't meddle in adult matters..."

Seeing that my mother seemed troubled, I didn't dare ask any more questions and immediately went to get my rice and dishes.

An hour later, my mother had been out for some time. I, who am always a diligent student and very self-disciplined, sat down at my desk early to do my homework.

As I was working, a particularly tricky math problem stumped me. Just as I looked up at the window, racking my brains for a solution, I was shocked to see a woman with a familiar face but strangely dressed not far away—it was my mother!

Under the bright streetlights, my mother was wearing flesh-colored stockings with an open crotch and 15-centimeter high heels. Strangely, in public, she wasn't wearing a skirt or pants; her lower body was almost completely naked, with only a semi-transparent trench coat draped over her shoulders. Suddenly, I noticed a red leather collar around her neck—oh, now I understood, my mother was pretending to be a female dog being walked!

Sure enough, a little while later, an old man came over, put a leash on my mother's collar, and began to "walk" her around the neighborhood. My mother struggled to crawl on all fours, but she remained silent throughout, following closely behind the old man.

Squinting, I took a closer look and realized it was none other than Old Zhao, the security guard who had suckled my mother's breast in the reception room that afternoon.

Old Zhao was leading my mother on a dog leash, strolling aimlessly across a quiet lawn behind the residential area. Along the way, they encountered several uncles and elders, and Old Zhao generously handed them the leash, letting them also give my poor mother a walk.

These uncles and elders were all scoundrels. They often took advantage of my mother; almost all of them were her regular customers. Sometimes they would even come to our house to rape... no, to solicit prostitutes from my mother.

Later, these uncles and elders gathered together and, along with Old Zhao, would take my mother for a walk. The lawn was filled with a joyful atmosphere. Of course, my mother didn't find it amusing at all. She held her head up, her face almost expressionless, simply letting those men lead her around on dog leashes.

...

By the way, I must mention something here: the neighborhood where my mother and I live is practically the oldest in our county... The buildings are extremely dilapidated, without any decoration, and the stairwells are filthy and chaotic. However, the rent and other expenses are among the lowest. Most of the residents in this area are either old bachelors, hooligans, or migrant workers from other places—in short, they're all poor.

These people are in dire financial straits, so naturally, they can't find wives. Therefore, whenever they have spare money, besides drinking and gambling, they spend the rest on prostitutes... I suppose besides the low rent, my mother chose to live in this neighborhood because of this abundant clientele!

Of course, not everyone enjoys eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring. Among these residents, there are also some good people, especially the migrant workers from other places.

For example, there is a young man named Wang who lives on the fourth floor of our house. He came to the county town from the countryside last year to work. He is a very hardworking young man. He works hard almost every day of the year, leaving early and returning late.

Once, my mother was selling her body on the rooftop… (During that period, a few hooligans in the neighborhood won a large sum of money gambling, so they made my mother go up to the rooftop every noon to provide services for them. She did this for seven consecutive days, and each day several men took turns with her, exhausting my mother to the point of exhaustion.)

That noon, after my mother finished lunch, she changed into a sexy tank top, put on black stockings and pointed high heels, and went to the rooftop to sell her body as usual. At that time, that young man surnamed Wang was also on the rooftop, hanging clothes to dry.

Later, he saw my mother kneeling on the ground, her breasts exposed, licking and sucking four or five penises at the same time. Finally, my mother took off her stockings, spread her legs, and let those men fuck her hole one by one. While her ass was being fucked hard, my mother was also screaming loudly... The young man surnamed Wang was still young after all. How could he not be excited when he saw this scene?

The group of hooligans spotted him and saw him standing there dumbfounded, with a small tent already pitched beneath him. They chuckled and shouted, "Hey, don't be an idiot, come on over and have some fun! Hurry up!"

The young man surnamed Wang, both frightened and embarrassed, immediately turned to leave. Unexpectedly, the group of hooligans had recently won a lot of money and were in high spirits. They called out to him again, "Don't go! We've got money. Come on, we're treating you to 'chicken' today, it's free!!" A

free lunch is a rare treat... but even with his penis hard, the young man surnamed Wang remained unmoved and immediately ran away. At that moment, although my mother was being fucked senseless by men, she still inadvertently remembered the neighbor boy's youthful face.

About a month later, on the day midterm exams were released, to reward me for getting first place in the class, my mother, wearing sexy lingerie, was giving me a blowjob under the desk. Just as I was swaying with pleasure, there was a knock at the door. My

mother initially thought it was some lecherous guy again, driven by lust, coming to have his way with her, so she told me to wait in the bedroom while she sent him away and returned to continue giving me oral sex.

To her surprise, when she opened the door, standing outside was the young man surnamed Wang.

Immediately, her mother felt a mixture of surprise and disappointment. She was surprised because this was the first time the young man surnamed Wang had visited their home; after all, they had been neighbors for a long time. She was disappointed because he might not be as upright as she had imagined, and might actually be a lecherous man.

But after a conversation, her mother realized she had misunderstood, and was terribly wrong. This young man was not only upright and not lecherous, but just as her mother had thought, he was also a truly filial son.

It turned out that this young man surnamed Wang hadn't returned to his hometown for several years since leaving the countryside to work in the city, all in an effort to save as much money as possible. He was an only child; his mother had passed away long ago, leaving only his disabled father to live alone in the village house. Fortunately, his hard work had paid off, and over the years he had saved enough money. So, a few days ago, he brought his father to live with him in the city for a while.

My mother was deeply moved after hearing his story, and she took his hand, asking if he needed any help.

The young man nodded, somewhat embarrassed, and then mumbled for a long time before finally managing to explain: It turned out that his father, though not very old, had a disability, and since his mother's death, no woman had ever given him a second glance. For decades, he had lived a solitary life…

At this point, the young man pulled an envelope from his pocket, inside which were neatly stacked two thousand yuan, and handed it to my mother.

My mother gladly took the envelope, casually pulled out a few bills, and then returned the envelope to him, smiling and saying, "This is enough, don't worry!"

After that night, the young man's father stayed there for about half a month. During that time, my mother would go to his house every morning to have sex with his father. Sometimes, my mother would even help the father and son with laundry and cooking.

Because the young man's father had bad legs, during the day when there was nothing to do, my mother would sit on the edge of his bed, unbutton her shirt, and let him rub her breasts and suck her nipples at will; or she would take off her underwear and let him put his hand under her skirt to touch her genitals; when they got excited, her father would just give my mother a look, and she would consciously crawl under the covers, first using her delicate hand to take out her father's penis, gently stroking it for a while, and when it got hard, my mother would put the glans in her mouth and suck and lick her father's penis in all sorts of ways until he ejaculated in my mother's mouth.

Who would have thought that my mother's submissive and obsequious behavior was merely wishful thinking on her part? In her father's eyes, my mother was nothing more than a professional prostitute, whose being played with by men was perfectly justified. Gradually, he transformed from a traditional rural old man into a thoroughly lewd and sexually perverse individual.

In the last week, he even stipulated that every morning when my mother came over, the first thing she had to do upon entering the house was to strip naked in front of him, and then he would examine her body.

This so-called "body examination" was actually my father using various fruits and vegetables to abuse my mother's genitals. For example, he would stick a cucumber into my mother's vagina to see how "deep" her vagina was, or he would stuff grapes into her anus and then make her try her best to contract the sphincter muscles in her rectum to crush all the grapes and purge the juice like urinating... Although my mother had been given enemas by other clients, this was the first time she had tried such a perverted method. Therefore, every morning when her father stuffed things into her anus, my mother had a look of shame and anger on her face, but she was helpless at the time.

But the most terrifying thing was that his father took out two beer bottles, sucked almost all the air out of them, and then put the bottle necks over my mother's two large nipples. Because of the near-vacuum inside the bottles, the bottle necks quickly and firmly adhered to my mother's nipples, and wouldn't fall off for a while. After being squeezed by the vacuum inside the bottles, the two large nipples quickly swelled up, becoming red and large, the size of two quail eggs injected with ripening agents, a truly "spectacular" sight.

However, this was a real hardship for my mother. Every time her father did this, she would kneel on the ground, trembling in pain. But the old man seemed to enjoy it, watching with great interest, ignoring my mother's constant screams and cries, and refusing to stop.

On the other hand, the young man surnamed Wang was completely unaware of this, believing that his father and my mother had always gotten along harmoniously.

But we can't blame him; the young man worked from dawn till dusk, and was almost never seen during the day. My mother knew very well that he was risking his life for others outside... The young man had mentioned the kinds of work he did in casual conversations with my mother; almost all of it was hard, dangerous, and the kind of work that locals generally wouldn't take on...

We were all in the same boat, our lives were tough, so my mother didn't dwell on it too much. She never mentioned a word to the young man about how his father was abusing his body in various ways.

And his father's legs were indeed very weak; he would stagger even with crutches when going downstairs or going out. My mother originally meant well; she would go to his house in the morning to have sex with his father, and then help with housework and cook lunch.

(Author's note: Who says "prostitutes are heartless, and actors are unrighteous"? This article is meant to vindicate prostitutes!)

During the last week, because of his father's perverse rule, my mother was often completely naked, walking around the living room.

When my mother was young, in her early twenties, she was pretty and cute, with a full and graceful figure—truly a natural beauty. Over a decade later, she's middle-aged, but her charm remains. Coupled with the daily frequency of being fucked and ejaculated inside by men, her figure hasn't deteriorated; in fact, it's become even more plump and juicy.

This time, the young man's father is truly blessed with good fortune during his visit to the city. Not only could he shamelessly pound my mother's tender cunt with his penis, and torture and abuse her genitals with all sorts of objects; he could also watch my mother swaying her big, white buttocks while wiping tables and mopping floors, working hard; all the while he let my mother, with her two plump breasts, serve him tea and water, massage his back and feet, like a subservient female slave.

The long week finally passed, and the young man's father was finally going back to his hometown.

Before leaving, the young man earnestly begged my mother that whenever his father came to the city to visit relatives, she must "rekindle their old romance" and let his father experience the pleasures of a woman one last time.

Although my mother was filled with resentment, she forced herself to endure it and smiled as she agreed.

...

As mentioned at the beginning of the article, I experienced much hardship from a young age. The trials and tribulations of life made me mature much earlier than my peers and give me a clear understanding of reality. Therefore, I have always firmly believed one thing: good grades and getting into a good university are my only way out.

To change my future fate and rescue my mother from the brothel as soon as possible, I studied even harder than before during my senior year of high school, when I was already at the top of my class: I hardly gave myself a single day off for the entire 365 days of the year.

...

"Damn! Hua Zi, your mom's almost forty years old, how come her cunt is still so tight?!"

"Alright, Xiao Qiang, hurry up and finish it! If my mom suddenly wakes up, we're both doomed..."

"It's okay, don't worry, this drug is super strong, it'll keep your mom asleep for at least several hours!"

The person who said this was Zhang Qiang, my junior high school classmate and my only friend since childhood. We were about the same age, lived close by, and had always been very close, like brothers.

He usually called me Hua Zi.

At that moment, on the large bed in my bedroom, Zhang Qiang was on top of my mother, thrusting into her vagina, while feigning surprise and telling me what he had just said.

Zhang Qiang was different from other classmates; he knew I was a poor, unfortunate child who had lost my father at a young age, and my mother was a prostitute. Despite my tragic background, Zhang Qiang not only didn't despise me but was willing to befriend me and take good care of me.

When I was in junior high school, my mother fell seriously ill at home for more than two months and couldn't go out to work as a prostitute. After living off our savings for a while, our family gradually became so poor that we couldn't afford to eat. Thanks to Zhang Qiang, who helped my mother and me during our difficult time—he stole two thousand yuan in cash from his own home—and to this day, his parents are completely unaware of it.

Therefore, I am truly grateful to this young man for all the little things we've done over the years. Unfortunately, in return, I had nothing good to share with him—no food, no drinks, no entertainment.

Later, after graduating from junior high, Zhang Qiang, whose grades were average, didn't get into a regular high school and went to a vocational college.

One weekend, Zhang Qiang asked me to hang out. During our conversation, he mentioned that he had dated several girls at school, but after sleeping with them so many times, it got boring; they were all dry and limp, without any lubrication.

Because I had already had incest with my mother at a young age and enjoyed years of sexual activity, I generally wasn't interested in such topics. But Zhang Qiang kept going on and on, giving me mysterious winks all the while.

Until he said, "I want to find a mature woman to play with, older age doesn't matter, as long as she has big breasts and a perky butt..."

At this point, it was clear—Zhang Qiang was eyeing my beautiful, slutty mother!

Finally, I had a chance to get back at Zhang Qiang. I gritted my teeth and decisively told him: It's okay, for the sake of brotherhood, I don't mind. As long as he wants it, I can help him drug and rape my own mother.

Thus, the scene described earlier occurred...

After a few jokes, Zhang Qiang lifted my mother's plump, white body and flipped her over, making her kneel on the mattress. My mother's fleshy waist and abdomen arched up in an arch shape.

Then, Zhang Qiang positioned my mother's large buttocks behind her, sticking them up high in an extremely lewd sexual position. With a smug look on his face, he raised his penis, aimed it at my mother's wet vaginal opening, and after rubbing the head of his penis against it a few times, there was a "plop" sound, and most of his penis was inserted into my mother's vagina.

I was engrossed in my studies at my desk when I heard a creaking sound behind me. I guessed it was the bed shaking, so I put down my book and peeked back. Sure enough, I saw Zhang Qiang straddling my mother's round buttocks, thrusting his hips back and forth. My mother's breasts swayed up and down with his vigorous thrusts, and her nipples bounced wildly. When he got carried away, Zhang Qiang would grab her nipples and pull them outwards, or he would grasp the areola and squeeze it tightly with his fingers.

Upon discovering that I wasn't studying but instead peeking, Zhang Qiang continued his vigorous thrusting while simultaneously raising my mother's legs high to the sides and back, deliberately allowing me to "appreciate" the point where his and my mother's genitals were joined. As Zhang Qiang's thrusting became increasingly intense, my mother's pair of high, firm breasts swayed more and more violently, like two large coconuts hanging from a tree during a typhoon, swaying precariously.

Seeing my own mother, drugged and lying limply on the mattress, her body naked and limp, being forced into various shameful and lewd sexual positions… Admittedly, this guy who toyed with my mother was my best friend, my brother, and had done me many favors, but deep down, I was still struggling and unhappy…

“Hey, Hua Zi, do me a favor, go find a pair of black stockings your mom usually wears and put them on her. I want to ejaculate on her through them!”

“Xiao Qiang, you haven’t returned the stockings I lent you for masturbation last time, and now you…”

“Alright, alright, I promise I won’t get them dirty this time! Hurry up, Hua Zi!”

…

Zhang Qiang and I were like brothers, that goes without saying. But later, for some reason, Zhang Qiang's father also had a relationship with my mother.

According to Zhang Qiang, it seems that one time he was home alone, watching pornography while masturbating with my mother's underwear. Unfortunately, his father left work early that day and caught them. His father beat Zhang Qiang severely and then forced him to reveal the "origin" of the underwear.

As a result, after his father found out that the underwear belonged to my mother, he stormed to my house, gave my mother a severe dressing-down, and threatened to sue her for "sexually harassing a minor." My mother had

always known that Zhang Qiang and I were close, including the fact that he had previously helped our family. Although my mother was nothing more than a lowly whore, she still had a sense of morality.

Today, the other party's parents came to cause trouble. Although the matter was unclear, there's no smoke without fire. For the sake of my relationship with Zhang Qiang, my mother decided to swallow her pride and suffer the consequences.

To prevent things from escalating, she chose to keep quiet and invited Zhang Qiang's father out for a meal and drinks to have a proper talk.

But as the old saying goes, "When people are well-fed and warm, they think of lust." After a hearty meal and drinks, Zhang Qiang's father became shameless—insisting on taking my mother to his house for a "further talk," or more bluntly, to a hotel room, claiming it was his way of "punishing" her on behalf of his son… My mother thought to herself, she'd already been with countless men, so since things had come to this, she might as well let Zhang Qiang's father have his fun for free!

And so, half-heartedly, my mother was forced to sleep with his father.

But once something happens, it happens again and again…

From then on, Zhang Qiang's father frequently invited my mother out for sex, sometimes even taking her back to his house for rape. Especially after his father drank, he became particularly reckless, taking advantage of my mother without any restraint, even towards his own son.

Once, Zhang Qiang's father drank a pound and a half of liquor, becoming completely intoxicated. Coincidentally, his mother was away on a business trip. When he returned home drunk, he was immediately overcome with lust and called my mother, ordering her to come to his house within half an hour, or else she would be in serious trouble!

That day, my mother had planned to rest, not go out to entertain guests, but stay home and cook some good food for me, and perhaps help me with my homework and read. However, after receiving Zhang Qiang's father's call, my mother thought about it and decided she still had to go.

So my mother quickly dressed and got ready, then hopped on her electric scooter and rushed to Zhang Qiang's house, arriving just in time.

But who would have thought that Zhang Qiang's father, that shameless scoundrel, would brazenly be intimate with my mother right in front of Zhang Qiang?

He sat on the sofa, and as soon as my mother entered, he pulled her into his arms, while Zhang Qiang was watching TV nearby. Then, he reached into the neckline of my mother's low-cut dress and, in a few swift movements, ripped off her oversized bra. My mother's full, white breasts were immediately exposed, rising and falling, and he fondled and fondled them wantonly.

My mother, seeing Zhang Qiang still sitting there, moaned and cried out in shame and annoyance, telling him to leave immediately! Go back to his room!

Zhang Qiang was still just a child, all lust and no guts. Although he left immediately, he didn't go far. Instead, he silently hid behind the door, peeping at his father raping my mother while masturbating.

"You filthy bitch, you're so fucking slutty!"

His father pressed my mother down on his lap, one hand holding half of her buttocks, the other arm around her waist, his penis fully inserted into my mother's vagina, thrusting in and out repeatedly, almost reaching her cervix. After dozens of vigorous thrusts, my mother was completely subdued by his father's enormous penis. Her entire body trembled from the fucking, her breasts bounced, and her jade-like feet, encased in flesh-colored stockings, excitedly rose up on their tiptoes, the arches of her feet forming almost a right angle with the ground, her toes touching the tips of her high heels.

As he ejaculated, Zhang Qiang's father roared as if no one else was around, his testicles twitching as he pumped large amounts of semen into his penis. My mother stopped thrusting, her head tilted back, feeling the gurgling semen flowing inside her vagina. She leaned weakly against the man's strong chest, a rosy flush rising on her cheeks.

To be able to fuck a professional prostitute like my mother like this, Zhang Qiang's father was definitely a seasoned womanizer.

...

After graduating high school, I was admitted to a top-tier university, but it was in the provincial capital.

Having grown up with my mother and being quite introverted, I found it very difficult to adjust to living alone in a dormitory and eating in the cafeteria, especially at night when I was thinking about women… Fortunately, my mother was very considerate of me. Throughout my four years of university, except for various holidays, she made sure I came home at least once a month to reunite with her.

However, one time, the matter of “going home” caused a little embarrassment.

It happened during the school's sports meet, and I neither felt like participating nor was I able to. So, I thought I'd suddenly go home to surprise my mother. But to my surprise, as soon as I entered the house, I saw my mother having sex with a man on the sofa in the living room. My mother was completely naked, her legs spread wide apart, being carried on the man's shoulders. Her full, large breasts heaved up and down on her chest, covered with teeth marks and scratches. Looking at the living room floor, my mother's glamorous bras, panties, and pantyhose were scattered messily around the sofa, but I could only see one high heel. Most horrifyingly, my mother's mouth was stuffed with a rag, and while her vagina was being ravaged, she could only whimper and moan softly, unable to make a sound.

The man who was currently making love to my mother was drunk, reeking of alcohol, which filled the entire room. And to this day, I can't forget the large, disgusting lump on his red, ugly face…

Seeing this, I felt both embarrassed and angry, because my mother had promised me she wouldn't bring her clients home.

However, I later learned that just a few days earlier, this man had paid fifty yuan for oral sex from my mother at a hair salon near the entrance of our neighborhood. He must have been drinking too much today. Thinking back to my mother's cute little mouth that day, the alcohol and lust combined to cloud his judgment. He broke into our house, forcibly stripped my mother naked, and forced himself on her on the sofa.

Afterwards, my mother wanted to call the police, but once the man sobered up, his attitude changed drastically. He knew he had committed a serious crime and might be charged with rape! He not only begged my mother to forgive him this time, but also, in a moment of confusion, pulled out a whole thousand yuan from his purse as atonement.

My mother looked at the wad of money on the table, sighed, shook her head, and decided not to pursue the matter further.

Earlier, I mentioned "calling the police," so I'd like to take this opportunity to talk about the police in my neighborhood!

In short, they're corrupt.

When I was little, my mother initially worked as a prostitute in certain places, like hair salons and massage parlors, because there weren't bathhouses back then. Besides providing various sexual services to lecherous men, whenever the government cracked down on prostitution, my mother would also sleep with the police officers who came to "sweep" the area, using her sexy body and excellent sexual skills to bribe these "public servants."

During these times, you could see those uniformed officers coming to each small shop, bullying and oppressing everyone.

After a while, the owners and the local police officers became acquainted, making it much easier for the officers to come back. They would close and lock the door, and soon the owner would approach each officer with a smile, offering them cigarettes and red envelopes.

My mother worked at a hair salon at the time, and the owner stipulated that when the officers came, she had to be attentive and perform a striptease to entertain them. After my mother took off her clothes, skirt, and stockings, the officers would dismiss the owner, and a group of them would surround my naked mother, shouting and dragging her into the inner room…

The scene inside was simply unbearable to watch.

The local police knew my mother was a prostitute and would never dare to resist them, so they forced her to be completely naked, posing in all sorts of lewd positions, wantonly humiliating her to stimulate their lust. Almost every hair and every inch of skin on my mother's body, inside and out, around her anus and vagina, was thoroughly examined by these policemen. Besides forcing my mother to perform various lewd acts, the policemen also demanded that she loudly utter incredibly obscene words and sing lewd and seductive tunes while being raped by them. In their minds, my mother wasn't even human; she was merely a public toilet, her vagina, anus, and mouth simply three holes for them to expel their semen.

Not only that, after the crackdown on prostitution, the local police didn't let my mother off

the hook either. One morning, my mother went to the market to buy groceries. The market was crowded with people of all kinds, shoulder to shoulder and foot to foot. In this situation, suddenly, my mother was bumped into by someone. Before she could turn around, the person had disappeared into the crowd.

Then, my mother subconsciously felt her pocket, and sure enough, her wallet had been stolen!

There was a police station not far from the market, so my mother quickly ran over to report the theft.

As soon as my mother pushed open the front door and went inside, the local police officers whistled, "Hey, isn't that the slut from the hair salon?"

Without a word, several of them swarmed around her, groping her body, some squeezing her breasts, others touching her buttocks. My mother tried to push them away, crying out, "No, no..."

But these shameless officers ignored her. Their large hands worked together, and in minutes they had unbuttoned her blouse, pulling her bright red bra down halfway, revealing her large, white breasts. Immediately afterwards, someone else put his hand into my mother's floral skirt, touching and playing with my mother's vagina through flesh-colored pantyhose and thong.

After a while, a guy finally got down to business and asked my mother, "What are you doing here? Do you miss your brothers' cocks?"

While he was asking, he grabbed my mother's two big nipples, held them between his fingers, and twisted and rubbed them, having a great time playing with them.

After hearing what the police officer said, my mother naturally shook her head and denied it, and told them that her wallet had been stolen by a thief and she came here to report the crime. However, at the same time, my mother stopped struggling and just stood there motionless, letting the men play with and molest her body.

Logically, serving the people and solving cases and arresting criminals should be the duty of these local police officers. But having finally caught an opportunity to get intimate with my mother, this delicious "piece of meat," they naturally wouldn't let it slip by.

The officers promised my mother that they would guarantee to find her wallet and return every penny to her.

But there was one condition: before the investigation, my mother had to agree to strip naked right there in the police station office and give each of them oral sex, including blowjobs and oral ejaculation… otherwise it wouldn't count.

My mother thought, "It's not the first time anyway. To get my wallet back, I'll just have to put up with it. Even if it's just a waste of time!" Without much hesitation, she nodded in agreement.

Then, the real show began: the officers excitedly went around, closed the door, drew all the curtains, and moved the coffee table and chairs to make room.

Once everything was ready, my mother, though her face flushed red in front of a room full of lustful men, obediently removed her clothes, one by one, from her top and skirt down to her stockings and underwear. After she was completely naked, she followed the officers' orders, kneeling on the ground to serve their captain.

The captain sat in a chair, and my mother knelt at his feet, gently unbuckling his belt. Then, she parted her red lips, extended her tongue, and began licking his stinky penis. She licked very carefully, her nimble tongue sliding along the shaft, from bottom to top—testicles, penis, glans, and urethral opening—licking every part thoroughly. Even the smegma inside a man's foreskin was licked and cleaned by the mother using the tip of her tongue.

After about ten minutes of sucking and licking, the captain looked utterly satisfied, seemingly about to ejaculate. Suddenly, with a thrust of his hips, he plunged his entire thick penis into my mother's throat. Instantly, her mouth was filled to the brim with his large cock, and she could only utter muffled "woof" sounds.

After ejaculating, my mother still held the captain's limp penis in her mouth, gently caressing his scrotum with her hand.

After the captain finished, the other officers followed suit, taking turns inserting their penises into my mother's mouths to enjoy themselves. My mother was incredibly skilled at oral sex. Each time, she would take a man's penis deep into her mouth, then slowly release it, her tongue swirling around the glans and gently pressing against the sensitive spot on the urethral opening.

These policemen were far more adept than the average client; they handcuffed and shackled my mother and ordered her to squat naked in a corner with her hands behind her head. Under duress, when my mother later performed oral sex on them, she often looked like a prisoner, her buttocks raised high, exposing her lewd vulva and anus, while she nervously performed the act.

According to the previous "agreement," most men would ejaculate directly into my mother's mouth, making her open her mouth so they could check; a few who missed would spray their semen onto my mother's cheeks or forehead, and my mother would use her fingers to wipe every last drop of semen from her face into her mouth, then swallow it in front of them.

I don't know if my mother's wallet was successfully recovered after that day; but when my mother walked out of the police station, it was already noon, a full three hours had passed...

After graduating from university, the next step was naturally to look for a job. At this moment, I once again experienced the hardships of life. Although I graduated from a top-tier university with a decent major, it was still extremely difficult for a poor and unconnected boy from a small town like me to find a good job.

After wandering around the provincial capital for over a month, I had gained nothing. For jobs with good pay, my education level met the requirements, but my connections weren't enough; employers valued family background more. For jobs with lower pay, I looked at the contracts, which were practically asking me to sell myself into slavery. Looking at the salaries, I realized I might as well go back to the countryside to farm.

I had studied hard for ten years, finally graduating with a higher education diploma, yet my mother still had to support me constantly… Thinking about how hard my mother worked to earn money, my heart ached as if it were bleeding.

Thinking back to my childhood, I remember seeing my mother, dressed in bright stockings and a short skirt, being brutally penetrated from behind by the neighbors in various corners near our home. Whenever I walked by, she would scream and yell, telling me to hurry up and go home! Seeing my young age, the neighbors would deliberately tease us, forcing me to watch them abuse my mother. Right in front of me, they would violently pound her vagina while slapping her buttocks and pulling her nipples.

When school fees were due and we ran out of money, my mother had to "work overtime," often being forced to bring strange men home for the night. In my memory, during those unforgettable days, every night while other residents turned off their lights and went to sleep, my house remained brightly lit and bustling with activity.

According to the neighbors, whenever my mother was short of money, at least two lecherous men would come to have sex with her every night, usually five or six, and sometimes even more than a dozen. These men were all regulars in the neighborhood, and because they lived nearby, they often stayed out very late. Even in the early hours of the morning, you could still hear the lewd laughter of men and the moans of women coming from my mother's bedroom.

These unscrupulous clients raped or gang-raped my mother everywhere—in the living room, the bathroom, and the bedroom. Every corner of the house bore the marks of their defilement.

Yet, as a professional prostitute, my mother was incredibly dedicated. As long as the clients paid enough, she would almost always let them do as they pleased without complaint.

They would make my mother strip naked and play cards with them. The losers didn't have to pay, but the winners got the chance to have sex with my mother, freely using all three of her orifices within a set time. They made my mother kneel on the ground to perform oral sex, thrust her anus while her buttocks were raised, or they used beer bottles to give her enema… After the last hand of cards was played, three or four men rushed at her, inserting several penises into her vagina, anus, and mouth simultaneously, performing piston-like movements—the so-called "three-hole ejaculation." Although my mother was a prostitute, she was still a vulnerable woman. The sudden insertion of three penises into her caused her to scream in pain, her moans filling the air, waking me from my sleep several times.

…

I've digressed a bit; let's get back to the main point.

After interviewing with the last company and being rejected by the manager in person again, I was extremely hurt and disappointed. I decided to temporarily leave the provincial capital and go back to my hometown to discuss it with my mother.

When I got home, I ran into Old Zhao, the security guard, at the entrance of my residential complex. We'd been neighbors for over ten years, so I chatted with him.

Old Zhao knew I had graduated from university this year, so he asked me a few questions about my job search. I told him the truth: "Nothing has come of it." Old Zhao shook his head and sighed, indicating he understood. He then advised me, "Your mother works hard to earn money; you need to find work soon and support yourself."

Since we were talking about my mother, I casually asked him if I had seen her today. Old Zhao pursed his lips and said he hadn't seen her, but he knew where she was—in the internet cafe across the street.

"What's Mom doing in the internet cafe?"

I wondered…

Leaving Old Zhao's office, I headed straight for the illegal internet cafe across the street.

Although it was an illegal internet cafe, it was quite large. The internet cafe had two floors. From the outside, the space didn't look large, but it was crammed with dozens of computers. The counter at the entrance resembled a small shop, selling cigarettes, snacks, instant noodles—you name it. Since it was the only internet cafe in our area, it was incredibly popular, always packed with people going to surf the internet and play games. It was open 24 hours a day, and its business was the envy of many.

Because I had only ever focused on my studies since childhood, I had never been to an internet cafe until I went to university, when I first encountered computer games.

Standing at the open entrance of the internet cafe, I didn't go in, but instead peeked inside and found my mother there!

She was sitting side-by-side with a middle-aged man behind the counter. The two were acting very intimately. Looking down, I saw the man's hand resting on my mother's snow-white thigh, caressing her inner thigh through her stockings. My mother had her arm around the man's thick neck, seemingly whispering something. Then, I saw the man slip one hand inside my mother's floral skirt, seemingly teasing and rubbing her genitals with his fingers. Instantly, my mother shivered involuntarily.

Coincidentally, this happened during a time when no one was turning on or off their computers at the counter, so the middle-aged man's hands became increasingly indecent. He even unbuttoned my mother's collar and openly began to knead her large breasts. Although my mother was nearly forty, her large, plump breasts were still incredibly firm. The middle-aged man tossed her breasts around like a ball, supporting the base of her breasts with his hands, moving them up and down, left and right, playing with them. My mother

neither uttered a sound nor resisted his actions, letting him touch and pinch her as he pleased.

After a while, my mother went to the restroom. When she came out, she was carrying her stockings, bra, and panties, presumably just taken off… Several young men nearby saw this and stared in astonishment.

My mother noticed that others were staring at what she was holding, their eyes filled with lust. Instantly, her face flushed bright red. She quickly hurried back to the counter.

It turned out that it was all thanks to that middle-aged man. He felt that touching a woman through her clothes was still a barrier, so he told my mother to go to the restroom and take off all her underwear, panties, stockings, etc., so that he could have direct, intimate contact with her private parts.

...

This middle-aged man was the owner of the internet cafe, surnamed He, almost fifty years old, and the neighbors all called him Old He.

Old He was the cousin of the town director. Because of this connection, when internet cafes were booming and sweeping the country, he opened a clandestine, unlicensed internet cafe in this shabby alley. Being a relative of a leader, Old He was very influential in the area, and the lower-level officials in the bureau never dared to make things difficult for him.

I stood outside the internet cafe, watching other men harass my mother. A constant stream of teenagers came and went from the entrance. Some looked at me with surprise, thinking I was an idiot; others followed my gaze to the counter, and when they saw my mother sitting on a man's lap, they chuckled maliciously.

Before I knew it, it was getting dark.

"Never mind, I'll just go home..."

I thought to myself.

Like when I was a child after school, I carried a worn-out backpack and walked home alone, feeling lost.

As I passed the alley entrance, I suddenly heard someone call my name. I stopped and looked around. The voice seemed to be coming from that direction—in the bicycle shed not far away, three or four young men were squatting and smoking. I recognized one of them: wasn't that my good brother, Zhang Qiang?!

"You're back! Why didn't you tell your buddy?"

Zhang Qiang said, pulling my shoulder with a smile. The young men beside him, seeing that I was Zhang Qiang's friend, immediately came over and offered me cigarettes.

I waved my hand, saying I didn't smoke.

"Where are you going? Why are you carrying a bag?"

"Just got off the bus, heading home..."

After a few brief pleasantries, Zhang Qiang suddenly looked troubled and asked me awkwardly, "Hua Zi, um... I'm a little short on cash lately, you know... could you help me out?"

"Help... what kind of help?"

"It's nothing serious, just... borrow some money, I'll pay you back next week!"

As soon as I heard the words "borrow money," I immediately became uneasy: "Oh, but I don't have any cash on me, only a card."

After saying that, I wanted to take the opportunity to leave, but before I could turn around, one of Zhang Qiang's buddies called out to me: "Wait, wait! What's the rush?!"

The guy looked like a thug, and you could tell from his appearance that he was not someone to mess with: "Didn't you say you didn't have any money on you? Then you must have some at home!" When

Zhang Qiang heard him say that, his eyes lit up, but then dimmed again in an instant. After a long pause, he looked at me helplessly and said, "Hua Zi, I'm really sorry! Please help us out, we'll go back and get it with you."

I then pleaded with him a few more times, and soon, the men next to Zhang Qiang, who had been all smiles, now had angry expressions on their faces. Seeing the situation was getting out of hand, I was conflicted but helpless. After thinking for a moment, I decided to just accept my bad luck.

Then, I led Zhang Qiang and the others home. When we got to the door, I didn't let them in, but made them wait in the hallway while I went inside and got some cash—a way of getting rid of the trouble.

...

Around 10:30 pm, my mother finally returned home.

As soon as I entered the door, my mother was startled to see the TV on and a grown man sitting on the sofa. After a closer look, she realized it was none other than her only son. Excitedly, she ran over and hugged me tightly, saying, "Son, why are you back?! Did you miss your mother?"

Even though I'm over twenty, my mother still treats me like a child.

Seeing her made me incredibly happy and excited; it was as if all the previous unpleasantness had vanished in that instant.

I turned off the noisy TV, took my mother's hand, and we sat together on the sofa, catching up on each other's lives.

As they chatted, Mom seemed to consciously spread her legs apart. Under her black miniskirt, a large patch of her pantyhose crotch was wet, and her two thick labia were turned open at the entrance of her vulva, vaguely revealing the tender flesh wriggling inside her vagina.

Seeing my mother's lower body slick with lustful fluid, I asked knowingly, "Mom, why aren't you wearing underwear? Your stockings are all wet..."

My mother didn't answer my question directly. She gave me a seductive look, and finally couldn't resist. She pulled me tightly into her arms, panting, and said, "Son, Mom missed you so much! Quick... quick, give it to Mom!"

After saying that, my mother stuck out her tongue wantonly, and glistening saliva dripped down her tongue, flowing down her thighs covered by pantyhose; her desire burned fiercely, and my mother looked at me expectantly, her expression both wanton and alluring.

Faced with such temptation, what man could resist?

I quickly stood up, removed my clothes, revealing my erect penis; my mother immediately took off her pantyhose and lay down on the sofa, her legs spread wide. I excitedly pounced on my mother, a familiar scent wafting towards me—so comforting! Although my mother was wearing cheap perfume, it still left a lingering impression.

Then, finally, I was about to return to the place that gave me birth; with a powerful thrust of my hips, I inserted my entire penis into my mother's vagina.

While my cock was thrusting wildly, my hands were also busy. One hand was kneading my mother's full breasts, while the other was caressing the base of her legs. It had been months since we'd made love, and I was especially vigorous tonight. Under the onslaught of my large cock, my mother's tender vulva was constantly gushing with lustful fluids, soaking a large area of the sofa cushion.

"Baby...your thing is so big..."

"I'm sorry...Mom...Mom...I can't hold back..."

"Harder...fuck me harder! Fuck Mom to death..."

Mom's little pussy seemed to have an itchy disease. She desperately twisted her white and tender buttocks and tried her best to rub my glans with the vaginal walls to stop the itching. I was not to be outdone. Every few thrusts, I deliberately sank my buttocks down hard. With a long "whoosh..." sound, my penis was completely inside, and the glans was right up to Mom's cervix.

"Ouch! Baby, Mommy's going to be fucked to death!"

Hearing my mother's lewd moans, I suddenly saw images of johns making love to her. I couldn't help but work even harder, thrusting my hips with all my might, fucking the flesh inside my mother's cunt until it turned inside out, like a silent punishment.

My mother and I were intertwined in lust, fucking each other on the old sofa at home for more than an hour, until I finally felt waves of tingling in my glans.

Knowing I was about to ejaculate, Mom quickly twisted her waist, got up, and crawled between my legs. Then, she opened her bright red cherry-like mouth and took my glans, which had just been pulled from her vagina, into her mouth. After a while of careful sucking and licking, I finally released my semen, "plop plop plop," and ejaculated into Mom's mouth.

...

The next morning, I slept until after 11 o'clock. When I got up, Mom had just returned from buying groceries.

The sun was shining brightly that day. My mother was wearing a light green dress, the hem just past her knees, elasticated and decorated with pretty lace. Underneath, she wore black pantyhose and shiny leather boots.

This sexy and alluring outfit not only completely concealed her true age but also made her look both provocative and wanton, exuding a strong sense of carnal desire... You see, in just a few months, my mother would be forty years old.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

My mother brought breakfast to the table for me.

"Hmm, I was sleeping really soundly, probably because I was tired..."

I said weakly, still half asleep.

My mother and I were eating when someone knocked on the door. When we opened it, we found it was Zhang Qiang.

"Hey, everyone's home... Perfect! I haven't eaten either."

Zhang Qiang didn't stand on ceremony and swaggered onto the table.

Seeing her son's good friend and brother, his mother acted completely differently. Instead of her usual warm hospitality, she gasped in surprise, her face instantly turning red to the roots of her neck.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

"Nothing, nothing... I... I'll go get him some rice."

With that, his mother walked away with a sour expression. Zhang Qiang, standing to the side, had a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, as if he were chuckling.

I found the situation a bit strange, but I didn't think much of it at the time. I smiled and said to Zhang Qiang, "Xiao Qiang, I went to bed late last night. I was planning to come find you this afternoon!"

"Oh...yes, Hua Zi, it's been a while since we've seen each other, hasn't it? Come on, let me

pay you back the money I borrowed!" Zhang Qiang said, taking out some money from his wallet and returning it to me.

After a while, my mother came out of the kitchen, carrying several plates of cold dishes. She said, "It's getting late anyway, let's combine breakfast and lunch." Looking at the table full of delicious food, I rubbed my hands together, ready to feast.

But strangely, my mother stood in front of the table and stopped, as if she didn't want to sit down.

Just as I was completely bewildered, Zhang Qiang suddenly spoke up, "Auntie, stop pretending!" Before he finished

speaking, Zhang Qiang lifted my mother's skirt and placed his hands on her large buttocks, pinching and squeezing her flesh through her black stockings. Although my mother's face was full of reluctance, she stood motionless, letting Zhang Qiang play with her buttocks…

Damn it! All these years I'd been kept in the dark!

Only now did I finally understand: my longtime best friend, Zhang Qiang, had been cheating on me with my mother. Ever since I went to university in the provincial capital, he had used all sorts of methods to have an affair with her behind my back.

At first, their relationship was relatively discreet, like the incestuous protagonists in pornographic novels. My mother was always half-hearted, and Zhang Qiang always knew when to stop, not going too far, after all, I was in the way... But after a year or two, because I was away studying for several months at a time, Zhang Qiang became more and more unscrupulous, and my mother completely became his sex toy.

Zhang Qiang boasted to others that my mother was his family's housekeeper, and that after she finished doing housework, he would take her to bed and have sex with her. Later, those people didn't believe Zhang Qiang and said he was just bragging. Foolishly, Zhang Qiang then invited them to form groups of three or five to gang rape my mother, or drag her out of the house and take her to a nearby hotel to abuse and play with her wantonly. Even worse, some of them... The truth was about to come out, and Zhang Qiang's father found out too. But instead of blaming Zhang Qiang, his father joined him in raping my mother, making her give two blowjobs simultaneously, exploring both her anus and vagina at the same time. It was a case of father and son sharing the same debts and sleeping together...

Knowing the truth, I felt extremely resentful. On one side were my best friends, and on the other was my mother who had raised me. A thousand thoughts swirled in my mind, leaving me speechless and unable to cry.

Just as I was silent, my mother, who had been silent all along, spoke up: "Son, actually... actually, Mom knows everything..."

"What do you know?"

I asked her without looking up.

"Mom knows, when you were in school, you...you drugged me several times, and then...and then let Xiaoqiang...take me..."

When you were in school? Five or six years ago? This...

ah! So my mother knew all along that she had been drugged and raped, but she just didn't say it.

"Those times, you invited Xiaoqiang over to play, and every time he came over, I would get so sleepy in no time...After waking up, my thighs would be sore, and my genitals would hurt, and sometimes there would be teeth marks on my breasts...Mom is an expert, after all, do you think I couldn't see these symptoms?"

Listening to my mother's detailed account, I felt my ears ringing and I was at a loss.

"Hey, let's all shut up!"

Zhang Qiang stood up from his chair, interrupting our conversation. "Hua Zi, listen carefully, you'll always be my good brother, I'll never forget that; as for Auntie, let's all be more open-minded, anyway, you're selling yourself outside, so let's keep the profits in the family!"

After saying that, Zhang Qiang picked up my mother and headed straight for the bedroom... Before closing the bedroom door, Zhang Qiang acted as if nothing had happened, calmly saying to me, "Hurry up and eat, Hua Zi, I'll take you out to have some fun this afternoon!"

...

In the bedroom, Zhang Qiang impatiently pushed my mother down onto the bed, and after a hurried tug-of-war, the neckline of my mother's dress was wide open, and her bra was hanging precariously, with only half of it hanging there. Through the crack in the door, I could clearly see the upper half of my mother's fair breasts exposed. A drawstring slid down in the middle, and the two round, firm breasts pressed against each other, forming a very deep cleavage that made my mouth water.

Zhang Qiang was incredibly excited. He vigorously kneaded his mother's two large breasts, greedily sucking on the very tips of her nipples.

After a while, Zhang Qiang unbuckled his jeans and pulled out his penis. Seeing the erect penis before her, my mother reflexively crawled over and took Zhang Qiang's penis into her mouth. Peeking through the crack in the door, I saw my mother kneeling on the floor, giving her boyfriend oral sex with great effort, and I felt a strange excitement.

Soon, Zhang Qiang's penis was hard and erect from my mother's licking, so my mother got up and sat on the bed, spreading her legs into an M shape, then grasped Zhang Qiang's penis and guided it into her vagina.

As soon as the head of Zhang Qiang's penis entered my mother's vagina, he thrust his hips down hard, pushing his penis straight into my mother's core... My mother then began to twist her waist and sway her full breasts to meet the thrusting of Zhang Qiang's penis.

"Aww...oh...aww..." My mother was quickly brought to a state of ecstasy by the fucking.

After a dozen or so thrusts, Zhang Qiang suddenly stopped and reached under the bed. After fiddling around for a while, he pulled out two wooden clips.

What were these things? Just as I was wondering, Zhang Qiang grinned lewdly and rubbed my mother's left nipple. The nipple quickly became erect, and he picked up one of the clips and clamped it onto my mother's left breast... My mother winced in pain, her head shaking from side to side, her face contorted in pain. But Zhang Qiang wasn't satisfied. He slapped my mother's fat buttocks hard and said, "It's not over yet, you slut! Who told you to have such big tits!" No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhang Qiang picked up another wooden clamp and clamped it onto my mother's right nipple in the same way…

Around 4 PM, Zhang Qiang still hadn't left my house. He and my mother were naked, rolling around on the large bed in the bedroom—that passionate place that usually belonged only to my mother and me—making love for hours, tirelessly and fiercely fucking my mother's little cunt.

As for me, my anger had completely subsided, and I silently accepted this reality, now listlessly watching TV in the living room.

…

In the following days, for some reason, Zhang Qiang seemed to deliberately avoid me. Regarding what happened that noon, I have indeed let go of my resentment, but after all, it was my own mother who was raped by someone else. It's not like I should be the one to actively seek him out!

But I can't worry about that now… the most important thing is finding a job.

On Saturday evening, after dinner, my mother and I prepared to go out for a walk, discussing job hunting as we went.

Before leaving, my mother specially dressed up: she wore light makeup, her hair was piled high, and she wore a sexy mini-skirt and black fishnet stockings, with a bulging leather bag slung around her waist.

My mother and I wandered aimlessly down the street. My mother held my arm tightly and spoke softly, like a happy and content young wife.

"Son, the provincial capital is so big, with so many large companies and enterprises, how come you can't find a good job?"

"The situation now...sigh...it's so different from before. You don't know, the streets are full of college students now, a diploma is just a piece of waste paper!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Mom doesn't believe it. My son went to such a good university, how can he be worse off than others?" "

Mom, you're mistaken. The most crucial thing isn't the university, but family connections and background. Employers only care about that now..."

"Sigh...this society...it's really..."

"Mom, how about I try my luck in our county first?"

"What? But what good jobs can you find in our small county...you don't just want to live with me forever so we can do 'that' thing, do you?"

"Of course not! What are you thinking? I don't even have that thought right now!"

"That's good. Son, you must remember, lust is a double-edged sword. A man must always control his desires." "

I know, you've taught me that since I was little..."

As my mother and I were chatting, someone suddenly called my mother from behind, calling her by her name: "Hey, Feng Huifang!"

I was a little annoyed to be interrupted. I turned around and saw that it was Mr. Hu, the owner of the Shaxian snack shop at the entrance of the community.

"It really is you, Xiao Feng."

Mr. Hu approached my mother and me, greeting us with a smile.

"Brother Hu, I'm just taking a walk with my son, you..."

Before my mother could finish speaking, Boss Hu stretched out his thick arm and grabbed her, his hands shamelessly groping her large breasts... We were just out for a stroll, and this happened! My son and I stared at each other, unsure what to do.

"Brother Hu... no! My son is still here!"

My mother struggled desperately, her face flushed.

"What does it matter... you're dressed so provocatively today, aren't you just out looking for a man?"

In front of her child, my mother was humiliated by his words. Although she felt extremely ashamed, she didn't want to argue, so she just frowned and ignored him. But Mr. Hu wasn't about to stop... After saying that, he squeezed my mother's large breasts even harder, then reached inside her fishnet stockings, pulled aside her narrow thong, and inserted two fingers into her vagina, thrusting in and out with a "plop, plop" sound accompanied by the wetness of her juices. Within seconds, my mother's legs went weak, her body went limp, and her large buttocks sank lower and lower. She could only cling tightly to Mr. Hu's shoulders to maintain her balance.

Judging by his practiced technique, Mr. Hu must have frequented my mother's patronage quite often.

On the dark street, Boss Hu was openly raping my mother, completely oblivious to my presence, as if I didn't exist... I watched them having a great time, their lewd laughter and moans filling the air. Staying there would only be humiliating, so I shook my head and walked away silently.

About ten minutes later, on another street, I was walking dejectedly when I heard the clatter of high heels. Turning around, I saw my mother, running towards me, sweating profusely.

"Mom, that guy was really going too far,"

I said, displeased.

"Alright, alright, sweetie, don't worry about it..."

Mom said breathlessly, then pulled out two hundred yuan from her purse. "This guy was pretty generous today. Look, it hasn't been long, and Mom has already earned two big bills!"

Looking at the money in Mom's hand, I was speechless. The good mood I had during my walk earlier had completely vanished...

After returning home, to punish Mom for letting other men grope and mess with me in front of me today, I imitated a scene from a Japanese AV. While watching a movie on the sofa, I had my mother sit beside me, take off my clothes, kneel on the ground, and then have her lick my feet with her tongue.

My mother didn't object; she didn't get angry at all no matter how I played with her.

Halfway through the movie, I couldn't stand my mother's lewd appearance anymore, so I suddenly stood up from the sofa, grabbed my mother's hair, and pulled her up with me. I dragged my mother down onto the sofa like that. My mother seemed to enjoy this feeling of being abused and understood what I was going to do. She knowingly spread her two snow-white legs and actively used her fingers to pry open her vulva...

"Quick...quick...put it in me!"

My mother moaned lewdly, begging me to insert my penis quickly.

"I'll fuck you to death! You filthy bitch, you slut!"

This was the first time I'd ever sworn at my mother during sex, uttering such inhumane and vulgar words.

...

The next day, I slept in again.

Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I got up and sat alone in the empty house, my thoughts a jumble of thoughts. In a daze, I recalled watching my mother sleep with clients as a child, playing all sorts of lewd sexual games with strange men, while I was pointed at and whispered about at school, living in constant fear. I also thought of how last night, after my mother finished her sex work, she held a shiny banknote in her hand, a look of satisfaction on her face, and then, back home, the two of them shamelessly engaged in passionate lovemaking… I had studied diligently for ten years, working myself to the bone, and even with eighteen university diplomas in my hands, I couldn't find a job to support my family, and I couldn't change the fact that my own mother was a prostitute. How naive I was for all those years, thinking that getting into university and graduating smoothly would pave the way for a bright future.

Having studied for most of my life, yet to no avail—truly a useless scholar! Regret, frustration, disappointment, and anger surged through me...

At noon sharp, seeing that my mother still hadn't returned home, I went out to eat alone, feeling depressed.

Grabbing my tattered wallet, I had barely stepped out the door, one foot not even over the threshold, when I witnessed a horrific scene in the hallway—neighbor Old Wang and his accomplices were toying with my mother: under their tyrannical coercion, my mother, naked except for a flesh-colored pantyhose and wearing burgundy high heels, was walking towards a filthy homeless man. This homeless man was "hired" by Lao Wang and his gang to deliberately humiliate my mother.

Then, to the homeless man's utter astonishment, my mother, blushing and frowning, helped him remove his tattered pants. Then, kneeling on the ground, she took the homeless man's dark, repulsive penis into her mouth and began meticulously performing oral sex on him. My

mother was giving the homeless man a blowjob on the first floor of the stairwell, while Lao Wang and his gang watched lewdly from the second floor, occasionally bursting into laughter.

After a while, the homeless man seemed to realize that my mother wasn't mentally unstable, but rather hired to perform for the men on the second floor! Then the homeless man revealed his true colors, roughly tearing open the crotch of my mother's flesh-colored pantyhose, shoving her down on the cement floor, and then deliberately lying on top of her, engaging in a 69 position with her in full view of everyone!

After the homeless man ejaculated in my mother's mouth, Old Wang and the others, shouting and yelling, took my mother to Old Cao's house on the fourth floor.

Once the door was closed, everyone knew what happened next. My poor mother was pushed onto the bed and began to be ravaged by the clients, subjected to all sorts of sexual abuse... As long as the clients were willing to pay, my mother was willing to become a mindless semen absorber. She neither resisted nor dared to slack off. The only thing my mother could do was to use semen absorption as her main function, letting the clients release all their filthy semen into her three fleshy holes.

I stood in the middle of the empty corridor, listening to Lao Wang and his men's heavy breathing, lewd laughter, and satisfied howls as they ejaculated; I imagined the men's rough hands roaming freely over my mother's fair and plump body, their smelly mouths greedily sucking on my mother's full, mature nipples and areolas; my mother lying with her legs spread, or kneeling on the ground with her buttocks raised, the men's penises of varying lengths taking turns penetrating my mother's genitals, thrusting wantonly in her vagina...

My mind was filled with sadness and anger, but at the same time, a strange excitement also welled up in my heart.

That evening, my mother and I made love in our room. While kissing her breasts, I noticed faint teeth marks on her areolas. I was furious. However, my mother patiently explained that the teeth marks were from the previous night, after we had sex after our walk. I was somewhat skeptical, but eventually, I calmed down.

...

A few days later, the kitchen drain broke, so my mother called a plumber. This plumber had come to our house a few months earlier to fix a clogged toilet.

That morning, after buying groceries, my mother changed into comfortable casual clothes. She was only wearing a pale yellow nightgown, without a bra, and had forgotten to wear underwear.

The plumber arrived right on time. After exchanging a few pleasantries with my mother, he got to work with great effort. For several hours, he didn't even have a cup of tea, working tirelessly on the water-strewn floor tiles, pliers in his left hand and a wrench in his right, sweating profusely.

When he finished, my mother gracefully emerged from the bedroom, smiling and thanking him profusely, while paying him three hundred yuan for his services.

The plumber took his payment and casually asked, "Madam, where's your son? Last time he came to fix the toilet, he even bought me a cigarette. He's a really nice young man."

Hearing him mention me, my mother's expression first brightened, but quickly faded. "Oh, you don't know, my son just graduated from university, but he can't find a job. He's out sending out resumes everywhere."

"That's strange. I remember your son telling me he graduated from a top university in the provincial capital. How come he can't find a job?"

"The world these days...sigh, I don't even want to talk about it..."

Seeing my mother's worried expression, the plumber pondered for a moment before finally speaking, "Madam, I saw a notice from the company a few days ago. It seems like this month, our company is recruiting new people. The pay is pretty good, it's an office job, but they require a diploma, and preferably a local..."

"This...this is wonderful!"

My mother exclaimed excitedly, gesturing wildly, and continued, "Could you please ask around for me? I'm begging you!"

This plumber looked honest and unassuming, but deep down he was a cunning lecher. He saw that my mother needed his help, and he also noticed that my mother was dressed provocatively, her sexy and voluptuous figure was very alluring. So he made a sexual innuendo and whispered to my mother, "Madam, about work... I'm sure I have no problem. But you see, the water pipes in the kitchen are fixed, but my 'water pipe' is broken here. What do you think we should do?"

"This... isn't quite right. How about... how about I give you some money?"

My mother naturally understood his implication, but in broad daylight, in her own home, she really wasn't in the mood for that.

But the plumber seemed to have my mother figured out. Without warning, he suddenly reached out and grabbed my mother's already exposed nipple, then pinched it between two fingers and began to rub it vigorously.

"Ah! No!"

My mother felt her nipples were being pinched painfully and couldn't help but cry out in a delicate voice.

"Madam, I don't think you're a respectable woman. Otherwise, why would you dress so provocatively, without even a bra, knowing I was coming?!"

My mother was hit where it hurt by his words and lowered her head in embarrassment, remaining silent... Then, the plumber took the opportunity to lift up my mother's nightgown and spread her thighs apart, revealing my mother's pink vulva and dark anus below.

My mother's tender vulva had two large, dark-colored folds of flesh, with a clitoris the size of a soybean sandwiched between them. The plumber used his fingers to part the two folds of flesh on my mother's vulva, and then, facing the pink, opening and closing opening, he inserted his strong right middle finger, all the way in.

My mother let out an "Ah..." and moaned with her eyes closed. Then, the plumber withdrew his middle finger and inserted his index and middle fingers together, while using his thumb to tease the soybean-sized clitoris, which quickly turned bright red.

Under the plumber's finger manipulation, my mother soon became drenched in sweat, her eyes slightly intoxicated, and she began to moan incessantly, "Ouch, ouch."

Ten minutes later, the plumber was still enthusiastically fingering my mother's vagina... My mother was so exhausted from his torment that she had no choice but to surrender and prepare to have sex with him.

"Enough, enough, I can't take it anymore! You...you come to the room with me..."

As soon as we entered the room, the plumber took off his work pants, revealing his large penis, which was over thirty centimeters long. My mother couldn't help but gasp when she saw it. Fortunately, my mother was already overflowing with vaginal fluid from his finger play, and her vagina was incredibly wet. The plumber easily inserted his magnificent penis into my mother's vagina.

He pounced on my mother on the large bed, panting heavily as he thrust his hips, his hands kneading and rubbing her nipples against her two snow-white, erect breasts. The plumber's stamina was astonishing; his penis was like a jackhammer, relentlessly pounding into my mother's clitoris. With each thrust, my mother couldn't help but moan. My mother hadn't encountered such a powerful "guest" in a long time. She wrapped her beautiful legs tightly around the man's waist, gritting her teeth and silently enduring the intense sexual stimulation in her lower body... It

was past five in the afternoon, and the sun was almost setting outside the window, but inside the room, the plumber was still on top of my mother, tirelessly thrusting and pumping.

Another half hour passed, and Mom looked at the muscular man before her, still seemingly highly aroused. His penis, though already ejaculated twice, remained firmly erect. Mom knew it was getting late; she would be going home soon.

So, with all her might, she shoved the plumber off her. The plumber was furious and about to lash out, but Mom, quick-witted, came up with a perfect excuse: "That's enough for today, my husband's about to go home!"

Hearing this, the plumber turned pale with fright and immediately jumped out of bed, urinating and getting dressed. Before leaving, he repeatedly promised my mother, "Don't worry about work, I'll take care of everything."

...

During the first month after graduating and returning to my hometown, I kept looking for work, but the results were still dismal; I got almost nothing and couldn't find a suitable position.

During this time, my mother was extremely busy. The lecherous men in the neighborhood would come to my house whenever they had a reason, of course, all to patronize my mother.

Usually, the men would make an appointment in advance and arrive at my house one by one on time. Once they arrived, no matter what my mother was doing at home, they would grab her and forcibly drag her to the front door. Several times I even witnessed impatient clients pinning my mother against the hallway wall, forcing her to stand with her buttocks raised high and hands on the wall for support, and then brutally penetrating her vagina from behind, having sex with her right there in the hallway.

Sometimes, they didn't even shy away from doing it when I was home. For example, last week I was cutting fruit in the kitchen while my mother was watching TV in the living room. We were talking to each other across the room when I suddenly couldn't hear her anymore. So I went out of the kitchen and saw that my mother was being pinned down by a strange man, with his penis in her mouth, and he was giving her a blowjob!

Of course, what the men in the neighborhood liked most was taking my mother to Old Cao's house on the fourth floor to play with her, because Old Cao had collected all sorts of "sex toys" from abroad. I overheard some neighbors whispering that my mother was being hung upside down naked at Old Cao's house, and that beer and milk were being poured into her anus...

Although my mother was a prostitute, she was still my biological mother! I could no longer tolerate the shameless behavior of these clients.

During the day, things were alright. I was usually out handing out resumes and looking for jobs, so I could ignore my mother's troubles. But at night, when my mother and I were resting at home, there were always lecherous men coming to the door, disturbing our happy time.

So later, my mother and I discussed it and made an agreement: every night after I got home and before I went to bed, my mother was not allowed to receive clients.

But my mother was, after all, a prostitute, and prostitutes are like commodities in a supermarket, available for anyone to choose from, anytime. If a client wanted to seduce me one second, and had money in his pocket, he would come to the door the next second and make my mother take off her pants. Especially after dinner, the idle loafers in the neighborhood, full and satisfied, often became lustful.

I remember something that often happened when I was little: on summer nights, I and a few neighborhood kids would be cooling off downstairs when suddenly, we heard a woman moaning and groaning from upstairs. The neighborhood kids were quite precocious; after all, almost all of their fathers had slept with my mother. Upon hearing that familiar woman's moans, everyone knew it was Hua Zi's slutty mother, and they all immediately turned to look at me, their eyes filled with smirk. Some kids have a foul mouth, and they openly shout, "Hua Zi's mom got taken advantage of again... Hua Zi's mom got taken advantage of again..."

Since

my son and I made that agreement, my mother hasn't had any clients for almost a week. I'm very satisfied and happy about this, so sometimes when I'm free, I take my mother out for a walk.

My mother and I walk hand in hand, looking very affectionate, and we sometimes accidentally run into acquaintances, especially those lecherous men. They saw my mother and me standing together. My son had just graduated from university and was in his early twenties, while my mother was nearly forty, but she was well-maintained and full of charm, showing no signs of her age. The two of them standing together didn't look like mother and son at all.

Lustful men often have sweet words, and they kept praising my mother: "You're getting more and more beautiful and younger every day! Standing next to your son, you don't look like a mother at all, but more like an older sister..." Although my mother knew the men had ulterior motives, she still felt a smug look on her face. However, while sweet words were fine, if men tried to take advantage of her, my mother would definitely put on a stern face and refuse outright.

If life could always be like this, how wonderful that would be. Without those shameless clients, the whole world would just be my mother and me…

According to our agreement, every evening until dawn, my mother couldn't see any other men besides me. But this Wednesday evening, my mother told me in advance that she had to "receive" an important guest.

This important guest was none other than the plumber who had promised my mother he would help me find a job. It seemed he had made progress at his company.

On Wednesday evening at six o'clock sharp, the plumber arrived at my house as scheduled.

That day, my mother personally cooked a large table of delicious food and even set out a bottle of red wine to entertain the plumber. After the guest was seated, my mother quietly went back to her room and changed into a sexy set of lingerie.

Five minutes later, Mom gracefully emerged from the room. She was wearing a lace see-through top, burgundy heart-shaped panties, black stockings, and matching open-toe heels.

"Start eating, try your older sister's cooking,"

Mom said gently.

The plumber, seeing Mom's provocative attire, completely forgot about the food and was stunned, his eyes wide with fascination... Then, silence spoke volumes. Mom didn't say another word, but simply smiled and gently sat on the plumber's lap. The man had been anticipating this day for a long time, and burning with desire, a large "tent" bulged high in his crotch.

Soon, the plumber and my mother were intertwined, their bodies entwined.

They kissed passionately, and after a few minutes, my mother's upper body was almost completely naked, except for two thin pieces of cotton cloth attached to her two large nipples, their diameter roughly equal to her areolas. These things were very thin and soft, and were pushed outwards by my mother's nipples, barely covering them, leaving a ring of brown areolas visible around them.

Later I learned that these things were called nipple covers, commonly known as "nipple shields."

It seems my mother went to great lengths to please this plumber!

After a passionate French kiss, the plumber pulled his penis directly from his crotch and ordered my mother to bend over so he could penetrate her vagina from behind.

The muscular plumber held my mother's waist and began to violently thrust into her plump buttocks and vulva. Almost every time he penetrated, his penis was fully inside my mother, with only a little pubic hair sticking out. My mother's face was flushed from being fucked by the plumber's large penis, her forehead and back were covered in sweat, and her buttocks looked like they had been coated with oil, shiny and very smooth.

Just as the two were deeply engrossed in their lovemaking, there was a sudden knock at the door.

My mother, thinking it was me returning, paled instantly and trembled all over. But the plumber wasn't in a hurry at all, unlike the last time my mother had lied to him saying "my husband is coming home," when he was terrified. He continued to vigorously fuck my mother, calmly saying, "Sister, hurry up and open the door! It's our Manager Wang. You'll have to rely on him for your work."

With that, the plumber, like an old man pushing a cart, pushed my mother to the door from behind while still fucking her.

When the door opened, a middle-aged bald man, the company's HR manager, surnamed Wang, stood there.

"Wow, you two are really something!"

"Manager Wang... hello...would you...want...have some food first?"

My mother, while being brutally fucked, tried her best to throw in seductive glances and spoke sweetly to Manager Wang.

At a time like this, no man would be in the mood to eat! The manager spread my mother's long, beautiful legs apart and tore a large gash in her stockings. The plumber, seeing this, knew he had better step aside quickly, after all, the boss had to go first! My mother, having been with countless men, immediately understood Manager Wang's intentions.

Next, my mother consciously opened her vulva and actively sat on Manager Wang's penis. Her vaginal opening, which was overflowing with vaginal fluid, opened and closed with her breath, swallowing the manager's penis completely. For the next while, the manager sat back in the chair without moving, relying entirely on my mother to vigorously twist her buttocks back and forth and up and down, moaning loudly, rubbing her sensitive vaginal area against the manager's rough glans; at the same time, my mother would sometimes pull his hand and place it on her two constantly throbbing nipples, and sometimes she would lean forward desperately, actively squeezing her heavy breasts against the manager's face.

The two men worked in perfect harmony, their two penises attacking my mother's three orifices in turns, simultaneously sandwiching her between them. Sometimes one was in front, the other behind, relentlessly pounding into her vagina and anus; other times, one penis thrust in and out of her vagina while my mother sucked on the other. During the more than three hours of gang rape, streams of thick, pungent semen were repeatedly poured into my mother's body…

Half a month later, Manager Wang kept his promise and helped me find a good job at his company. My mother officially retired, ending her career as a prostitute, and became my "concubine" at home.

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