Mom's Secret to Getting Promoted

(I)

The thick penis moved rapidly in and out of the mother's vagina. The wide-open vagina, like a bottomless pit, swallowed the entire penis again and again. The extremely high-frequency movements seemed to drag out even a phantom. The thick labia majora were stretched as if they were being pressed and spread apart, and the vaginal fluid on them coated the entire vulva with a layer of crystal-clear oil, highlighting the delicate and luscious outline of the genitals, shimmering with a captivating allure. The labia minora were moved inward and outward, constantly rolling back and forth, and specks of white foam kept bubbling up from the point where the penis and vulva met with the thrusting movements of the penis.

The floor-to-ceiling window reflected a woman's long, flowing hair, her eyes glazed and flushed—clearly the woman in the throes of passion. Outside, colleagues and subordinates were engaged in their work and discussions; inside, her high-heeled skirt was pulled up to her waist, her pantyhose and underwear stripped down, she stood on one leg, the other resting on the desk, her hands gripping the desk as she leaned back, her buttocks thrust out, being violently penetrated from behind.

Her mother had probably never imagined the profound impact a single act of impulse, ostensibly born of preparedness, would have on her destiny. She thought that with such exaggerated foresight, there was nothing she couldn't adapt to or face. However, she clearly overestimated the limits of her limited imagination and underestimated the depths of men's lust and desire.

From that moment on, everything in her life changed.

Only the day after that night, the inevitable began to happen.

Men would pass by her, taking advantage of moments when no one was looking, and grope her. When he went to her office and sat with her behind the desk to listen to her subordinates' reports, he would reach out and touch her thighs right under their noses, or lift her skirt up to her waist while she was sitting, exposing her entire genitals. He would then pull down her pantyhose and underwear to her thighs or knees, completely exposing her genitals. He wanted

to see her exposed and naked,

and also to make it easier for him to reach out and play with her vagina at any time.

She dared not resist strongly, fearing that the noise would draw attention to her situation, and only dared to offer token resistance, or even not resist at all.

He touched her legs and played with her vagina right under her subordinates' noses.

Fortunately, the expensive solid wood desk was tall and wide enough that the subordinates giving reports didn't dare to lean too close or look around, preventing her from being seen or discovered. But even this was enough to terrify her.

He also frequently summoned her to his office under the guise of meetings, where he would have sex with her.

She didn't like it, but there was no turning back.

"I won't force you, I never coerce anyone, but you must understand that people can steadfastly refuse something only because they've never had it before, and it's very rare for them to refuse it a second time. A choice is an agreement, and an agreement is a manifestation of one's true will. Things that can happen once but never twice only happen when the outcome is far more unacceptable than the present." "And now, what's so hard for you to accept? What are you worried about, concerned about, or afraid of?" "Morality and ethics? Or gossip? In this era where poverty is mocked but prostitution is not, where everyone is dirty, where no one is better than anyone else, and no one has more right to ridicule anyone else, where being high-minded is ridiculed, and having principles is hated, I can't think of any reason to care about the words and opinions of others who are also no cleaner than anyone else." "And this is also an era where everyone sweeps the snow from their own doorstep; offending someone doesn't necessarily mean you have enough goodwill." "Even good deeds are something some people are afraid to do, let alone bad deeds that offer no benefit. Even if someone wants to do something, they have to consider whether they can bear the consequences. So I can't think of any reason to be concerned about other people's behavior and reactions." "If you've always been clean, then you can and have the right to insist on being justified and proud. But can someone who has stolen money once feel superior to someone who has stolen ten or a hundred times?" "If you don't agree and cooperate with me, what I promised you before still stands, and I won't deliberately create obstacles for you. But I won't support you anymore. Promise me and cooperate with me, and I will give you more. What you need to give is not much, and what you need to encounter is not difficult. As long as you can overcome your psychological barriers, you will gain more." Yes, once is selling yourself, twice is selling yourself. You've sold yourself both times, so why pretend to be high-minded? At least you can still sell yourself now. In a few years, maybe no one will want you even if you pay them off.

(II)

The father, who was having sex with his mother, keenly sensed that she had been more passionate and proactive lately than usual. This was evident in her unusually active, intense, frequent, and even somewhat wild movements.

After ejaculating inside her, he held her close on the bed and asked, "Is something good happening lately?" After a few seconds of silence, his mother replied, "I'm getting a promotion, does that count?" "Another promotion? That's the third time in a year and a half, isn't it? Wow! My wife is amazing!" The happy father didn't notice his wife's slight silence and resistance towards the topic, her reluctance to discuss it.

"I have some work to do at the company today, so I'm going to work now. Could you please take Xiao Zheng to school?" She got up, made breakfast, but didn't eat with them. After instructing her husband to take their son to school, she said she was going to work and left. It wasn't that anything was actually wrong, but these familiar, though repetitive, scenes of family life that had once felt warm and comforting were now stirring within her a strange restlessness, a nameless fear, and a desire to escape, a reluctance to face it.

After being called into the man's office and having sex with him again, he lit a cigarette and, satisfied, sat naked from the waist down in his office chair, letting his mother, equally naked from the waist down, disheveled, her clothes wide open, her bra askew, and her breasts exposed, sit in his lap. His mother leaned against him, her arms around his shoulders, her breasts pressed against his chest, and he held her close.

He took a drag of his cigarette, his hand stroking his mother's round, smooth buttocks: "Your transfer order will be issued in the next couple of days.

That manager position will go to her; it's nothing. I've found you a new one: Head of the Group's Public Relations Department, equivalent to a Group Director or Branch Manager. Don't underestimate this position. This department was established and directly managed by me from the very beginning of the group. Whether in terms of benefits, group hierarchy, or authority, it far surpasses your previous position. Before this, the head of this department had been vacant because I didn't think anyone was qualified. Now, you will be the head of this department! However, if you want to do well and hold onto this position, you still have a lot to learn and a long road ahead. But that's okay, don't be afraid. I believe in you, so I will support you and nurture you." "You have plenty of time to learn and adapt, don't let me down. All the staff in our current department will be merged into the Public Relations Department, under your jurisdiction. After your appointment is approved, I will train you here. Once you have a good understanding of the work and business of the Public Relations Department, everyone in our department will move there." "Come with me to meet someone this afternoon. If there are no problems with that person, your appointment can be finalized." Mom had always known that the department had a mysterious Public Relations Department. Not only were all the staff handsome men and beautiful women, but they also had their own independent office address outside the group headquarters—an entire building with super complete facilities, extremely high salaries, and excellent benefits. Most of the company's troublesome problems and difficult business deals were resolved there; they were exceptionally powerful and mysterious. She

just never imagined she would be involved with this department, let alone become its head.

(III)

The boss's office is very large, more than 100 square meters, with desks, bookshelves, sofas, coffee tables, bar counters, and various expensive solid wood furnishings. There are also a special lounge, screening room, golf room, fish tank, feng shui ornaments, and so on.

"Is this the leader you found for that group of people? Hmm... good foundation, but is his ability up to par? Hehe, you know I'm not just talking about that aspect, but also that aspect." Having been with the company for more than a year, my mother has met the boss quite a few times.

If Mr. Liu represents the image of a wealthy, charismatic middle-aged man who, despite not being handsome, maintains a refined physique and demeanor, possessing exceptional taste and manners, coupled with a sophisticated and appropriate appearance, creating an aura of personal charm and material wealth, then the boss represents the exact opposite. He's

as large as Maitreya Buddha, wearing a clearly high-quality, custom-made suit, but his obese head, bloated appearance, and greasy demeanor instantly diminish the perceived value of the clothing. While his features aren't exactly repulsive, they're compressed by his obesity, his eyes almost squinting, making him somewhat ugly. Even if one doesn't feel nauseous, it's certainly hard to find someone likable.

"Just average, but his abilities can be developed over time; his foundation is invaluable." "That's true." The boss nodded, looking at the mother sitting upright, barely looking up at him—a very formal way of meeting a leader. However, if one understood the nuances, this wouldn't be the way it should be. The boss was a little puzzled: "Haven't you talked to her yet?" "Not yet." "Is she reliable? You know, these things are sensitive; one wrong move and it can easily cause trouble." "You can trust me. She's a very honest and simple woman, with a husband and children, and her personality, work style, family background, and upbringing are all very straightforward. She's easy to manage." "Hmm, as long as you're confident. Hehe, so it's okay if I want to do something, right?" "No problem. Bringing her here is just for you to handle things. She's so beautiful, and before me, besides her husband, she's never been with any other man. She's never slept with any other man. Even now, besides me and her husband, she probably hasn't been with any other man, and..." "She's just pretty, hehe, probably a top-tier sex toy. I've tried it a few times already, and although I'm still a novice, it's incredibly pleasurable. Hehe." Thinking it was just a normal interview, Mom didn't think much of the meeting, assuming it was just a routine procedure. Because it was business, she didn't consider anything romantic. And since it was him who invited her to meet another man, in her traditional and naive mind, she never imagined that a man would give away the woman he slept with to another man, or that a man would invite the woman he slept with to meet another man, just so that another man could have sex with the woman he slept with. So, she didn't give it a second thought. But clearly, she underestimated her ignorance of the ways of the world. When the conversation started to veer in a strange direction, she realized she was connecting it to something terrible.

The more she listened, the paler Mom's face became. She started to feel uneasy, and the urge to run out the door surged up repeatedly.

Unable to resist, she raised her head, which she had initially kept hidden to appear respectful, and stole a glance at the two men. She immediately met the gazes of four eyes that had been fixed on her like predators eyeing their prey.

Yes! That was exactly the same look! The same look as that man from that night, the look of someone eyeing pork for sale.

"Excuse me, boss, Mr. Liu, I just remembered I have some…" Mom finally couldn't hold back any longer, hurriedly standing up and trying to run out of the office before she could finish her sentence.

"Stop!"

An unprecedentedly loud reprimand made Mom's body, which had only taken a few steps, freeze instantly, instinctively.

"If you dare step out of the office, I guarantee you'll see something you absolutely don't want to see happen." "This includes, but is not limited to, losing your job and facing a city-wide ban, as well as a broken family and financial hardship." "If you don't believe me, you can try. Believe me, if you're not clean, the things rich people can do to you are beyond your imagination." The man's tone wasn't loud; it was calm, but that calm, indifferent tone, coupled with his words, was like a venomous snake baring its fangs, ready to spew deadly venom at any moment. Her heart first felt disbelief, then slowly stiffened, becoming blank, her pupils unfocused as if she'd gone mad. After regaining her senses, she slowly felt disappointed, finally experiencing despair as if realizing something.

Is this what you mean by never forcing anyone?

Is this what you mean by a fair trade?

I was stupid.

I was truly stupid.

I shouldn't have believed in making a deal with the devil.

Mom regretted it, truly regretted it.

The men had emerged from behind the desk and stood in front of it: "Turn around!" Mom turned around.

"Come here!"

The mother's pupils completely lost their luster as she mechanically and numbly walked towards the two men.

The boss chuckled, reaching for his zipper to unzip his pants and pull out his penis, but Mr. Liu stopped him, saying, "Let her do it!" "Oh! Yes!" Mr. Liu ordered her, "Unzip the boss's pants, take out the boss's penis, and give the boss oral sex!" Did she really have to suck it? To give this ugly man a blowjob?

With money and power, even such an ugly man could have sex with her at will?

Facing the boss in his expensive suit, his belly bulging like a small mountain, leering at her with a lewd smile, the mother, her pupils unfocused, mechanically squatted down. Facing the high-quality, gleaming fabric of his trousers, she unzipped them and pulled the boss's penis from his boxer shorts. She was very familiar with this action and this position; she had recently used this position to do this to men quite often.

Yes. He could. As long as he has money and power, even if he's so ugly, he can do whatever he wants to her, fuck her, and order her around.

The mother numbly took the boss's penis into her mouth; she still had to give this ugly man his disgusting cock.

The boss felt frustrated by the mother's expressionless face: "You're making me very unhappy! So I'm going to punish you!" He grabbed the head of the mother who was squatting in front of him, sucking his penis, and pressed it hard against his genitals. Between the boss's fat belly and thick legs, the mother's head seemed to be buried.

People say that fat men's penises are generally shorter, perhaps only relative to their size, making their penises appear shorter. The boss's penis, while not long, wasn't short either. More importantly, it was thick enough, at least half again as thick as a man's.

Previously, when she performed oral sex on men, the men always let her do as she pleased. Having overcome her psychological barrier and able to freely adjust the intensity of her movements according to her own feelings, she no longer found oral sex to be anything scary. But now, she finally experienced another terrifying form of oral sex. A thick, long penis was thrust deep into her mouth, filling it completely, and violently pressing against her throat, causing her to cough uncontrollably. Her expressionless face finally changed color, and she tried to push the person in front of her away.

However, the person in front of her held her head down firmly, and she couldn't move him at all due to the disparity in strength. Fearing that she might instinctively react violently and bite herself, the person in front of her used one hand to pry open the sides of her mouth with their fingers, preventing her from closing her teeth.

Pressed down like this, tears and saliva flowed uncontrollably from her face. She completely forgot who the person in front of her was, and when she couldn't push him away, she desperately slapped his thigh. It wasn't

until more than ten seconds later that she was pushed forward, falling sideways to the ground, coughing and crying.

He walked over and squatted down next to his mother, who was lying on the ground, quietly watching her tears. His amused gaze was like that of a delicate toy that had become unusually disheveled because of its disobedience: "Some paths, once chosen, cannot be chosen again. All those who regret their choices did not have or overestimated their awareness before making them, but the world does not give people a chance to recover from everything." "You have already chosen your path, whether you like it or not now, it is no longer up to you. If you want to feel less uncomfortable, what you need to do is improve your awareness... and, be good." "Coercion and unfairness? I have always believed that giving someone something they don't want is coercion, and not wanting to give or giving something of unequal value is unfairness." "We may be domineering, but we are fair." The man said indifferently, "Don't worry, we don't take advantage of others."

(IV)

"Can you stand up now?"

His mother did not answer or respond. The man ignored her, walked over, picked her up, carried her to the reception sofa in the office, and threw her onto it. Then they called the boss over, and together they began undressing Mom and sexually assaulting her.

Mom, gradually calming down and stopping crying, became like a soulless walking corpse, letting them do as they pleased.

A man willing to spend so much time and effort on her, and such a high-quality, excellent man at that, so even though the affair had a certain degree of temptation and coercion, after accepting it, Mom wasn't as distressed as she had imagined. She was just an ordinary, ordinary mom, and deep down, she even felt a little proud.

Even if it was because he coveted her body, it meant she was desired and cherished by this person. Being with such a person, giving herself to such a person, wasn't so unacceptable.

Having and maintaining such a relationship with such a person didn't feel bad. She even felt a little proud when she felt this covetousness and cherishing of her.

But clearly, this was Mom's naive and shallow experience and understanding, and a self-deception born from a voluntary belief that what she had to accept wasn't so painful. Reality shattered her idealized notion that she didn't want a worse reality, and her unconscious tendency to always think in the best possible light.

There are no treasures or cherished things, only tools and toys.

Perhaps over the past few days, she had greedily thought that although she had taken that wrong step, if the other person was someone who cherished her and was worthy of her support, then perhaps it would still be a lucky thing for her. It feels good to have someone to rely on; at least she wouldn't have to live such a hard and demanding life, and could grow easily like a vine twining around a towering tree.

But now, the tree is still there, but it is no longer the angelic tree she imagined; it is a genuine devil's tree.

Her mother's clothes were stripped off and scattered haphazardly on the ground around her.

The boss, dressed in an expensive suit, shirt, and trousers, laid his mother down on the sofa in a spread-leg position. He stood between her legs, spread her vagina wide, and thrust his penis into her vagina. Grabbing her knees, he began to have sex with her. Mr. Liu, who was standing nearby, also came over and took out his penis, shoving it into her mouth.

A thick penis brutally thrust inside. Never before had she experienced such a large penis. A slight, tearing pain shot through her. The mother couldn't help but frown. She watched helplessly as this ugly man, with his small eyes and grotesque face, spread her legs wide, spread his penis, and thrust it into her, even though his expensive suit, shirt, and trousers couldn't hide his bulging, fleshy body. She watched helplessly as this ugly man spread her legs, as he aimed his penis at her vagina, and as he pressed himself against her, violently fucking her with his ugly member. An inexplicable sorrow welled up from the depths of her heart, and tears streamed down her face again.

Just like that night, having accepted reality, the mother quickly resigned herself to her fate. She slowly began to cooperate, tears streaming down her face as she gave Mr. Liu oral sex and endured his thrusts.

The mother began her first threesome experience in nearly half her life. However, Mom didn't feel anything special. It was simply using her body to serve two different penises simultaneously, allowing both penises to enter and exit her body at the same time when needed. But Mom didn't expect this was just the beginning. Later, she would have to serve several, a dozen, or even dozens of different penises at the same time. She would experience having every possible opening in her body penetrated by penises, having several penises enter and exit her body simultaneously, and having a dozen or even dozens of penises rubbing against her body at the same time.

Mom served them tirelessly for nearly an hour and a half, letting them ejaculate in her mouth and vagina several times. Finally, she lay numb and lifeless on the sofa—this time, she was exhausted.

But the men still wouldn't let her go, going back and forth, repeatedly manipulating her for several tens of minutes, finally ejaculating on her smooth, snow-white body.

With her lower body, which had somehow become completely naked and swaying with her penis, she walked behind the desk, took out the appointment letter that had been prepared beforehand, and the boss signed his name with a flourish. He held the appointment letter up

in front of his mother and tossed it upwards. The letter, which had been fluttering in the air, swayed and fell, landing squarely on his mother, specifically on a spot splattered with semen. The liquefied semen instantly soaked the letter, leaving a distinctive mark. His eyes, narrowed to slits, gleamed with mockery and coldness as he looked down at his mother, who lay limply on the sofa below. "Very good, you've passed. From now on, you are the Minister of Public Relations Governance and Maintenance Department of Zhongtian Group." His mother's tearful attempt to smile, her empty eyes, her smooth, white body covered in splatters of semen, and the semen-stained appointment letter created a bizarre image, etched into the timeline of that moment in the office. (V) "Qing, are you there? Qing?" She hasn't come back? She should be back by now. Is she working overtime? No one was cooking, no lights were on, and no one answered when he asked. Dad muttered to himself, puzzled. Feeling a bit hungry, he went to the bedroom to put something down and see if he could cook something or go outside to find something to eat. Turning on the bedroom light, he saw Mom lying on the bed, wrapped in a silk quilt, her head covered by the blanket. Perhaps stimulated by the bright light and the sounds of people moving around, Mom seemed a little dazed, shaking her head as she gradually came to her senses. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Walking to Mom's side, Dad noticed her slightly swollen and red eyes, as if she had been crying. "What happened? Did something happen? You cried?" "Tell me what's wrong! I'm here!" Dad sat down and took Mom's hand. After a moment of silence, Mom smiled gently. "What? Do I look terrible?" "Your eyes are swollen, like you've been crying." "Oh? I guess I didn't get enough sleep and I'm exhausted." "I accompanied my boss to inspect several places all day. I'm so tired from walking, and I didn't get a proper rest." "Is that so? Are you really alright? If anything's wrong, you must tell me." "Yes. I'm really fine." "Oh, by the way, is Xiao Zheng back yet? I haven't had time to cook yet, sorry." Mom seemed to have just remembered.

"Xiao Zheng is at tutoring class, I'll pick him up later. It's okay, I'll do it. You get some rest." "Okay, thank you for your help." The air became somewhat silent. After a few bites of rice, Mom suddenly stopped, looked up at Dad seriously, and said, "Actually, I cried just now." "Did your boss scold you?" "No, my boss promoted me to a very important position, but it's in a completely unfamiliar field. I'm afraid I won't do well, the pressure is a bit much." "Oh, I see. If you don't do well, you won't do well. Although our family isn't rich right now, we don't lack anything. At most, we'll just be back to square one or start over. Don't worry too much." "Okay." After a few more bites of rice, Mom suddenly looked up again: "Honey, fuck me." "Huh?" "I want to have sex, fuck me!" What could Dad say? He could only walk over, pick up Mom, and carry her into the room.

[The End]

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