[My Mother's Business Acumen]

Our family is in business, and by my parents' generation, the family business was primarily

managed by my mother. Because my father was a son-in-law who married into the family, he had no say and this greatly affected him. He

lamented being looked down upon and turned to alcoholism. My father indeed had little status in the family; he didn't even

live with us, but rather in a small building within the factory.

My mother was very adept at managing the family business; she ran it efficiently because she had

her own methods for winning orders and managing sales channels. This made my father even more frustrated,

and he continued his lifestyle of drinking and watching television. It's worth mentioning that more than half of our company's large

orders came from Africa.

After graduating from university, I returned home to learn how to take over the family business. Now, my daily work

involves dressing neatly and accompanying my mother to the company's office building to learn how to manage the company.

My mother always came to work in a sharp designer suit, and I noticed she became aloof once she arrived at the office

. She could fire an employee without any reason, while simultaneously engaging in conversations with numerous subordinates

and business clients, displaying different emotions and tones depending on the person she spoke to.

However, I was still happy to learn how effectively my mother resolved issues one by one; she was a master at

it , as everything was completed perfectly as she intended.

One day, my mother didn't come to the office, and I was sitting alone while reviewing the month's production

schedule. Suddenly, a black man barged in, saying he wanted to see my mother. I had never seen this man before, and I couldn't

believe someone would walk into the general manager's office without knocking—it was practically breaking in!

Who did he think he was? An FBI agent or a CIA?

I didn't offer him a seat and simply told him my mother wasn't at work that day, that she had some things to do at home. This guy

actually winked at me, grinned, and said, "Okay, then I'll go to her house." Then he

left.

After he closed the door, I felt something was off. I thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out, so I tried

calling home to ask my mom who this guy was. What planet was he from? He actually wanted to come directly to our house

to see the CEO of a big company without even revealing his name. What was his background?

But the phone was always busy; I tried for a long time but couldn't get through, and my mom's phone was always on

voicemail . After sitting in the office for a while, I decided to go home and check. This black guy made me a little

uneasy. Could he be someone from the underworld? Then I definitely needed to go home to check, since our villa only had

an electronic security system, and besides my mom and me, we didn't even have a dog to protect us from thieves.

When I got home, I found a brand-new 1973 Ford Mustang parked in front of our house.

What was this? A new toy from my mom? The villa's main gate was closed, but once I went inside, I found the living room

door open. There was no one in the living room, nor in the study, the tea room in the backyard, the living room, or the kitchen. So I

figured Mom was probably in her room. But what was with that car outside?

I slowly made my way up the steps to Mom's bedroom. Then I heard a man's

voice inside, seemingly saying "thank you." Who the hell was that? And who was he thanking? I pressed my face against the wall

and peered through the open door. The scene that greeted me sent a jolt of electricity through me.

I saw Mom with her hair down, wearing only a black bra and black lace panties, her full

breasts spilling out of her bra. She was fatter than I remembered seeing her in a swimsuit on the beach when I was a child;

only her shoulders were slightly thinner, but her breasts were quite impressive.

Her large, reddish-brown nipples peeked out from the top of her black bra. When she bent over, some excess fat was

visible . My mother's buttocks were fuller than before, and her thighs had gained some weight, but her

figure was still considered well-maintained for a 45-year-old woman.

My mother was currently serving tea to the black man who had just barged into my

office He was sitting comfortably on the small round sofa in my mother's bedroom, his legs propped up on the small

coffee table, holding a silver teacup in one hand and giving my mother's plump buttocks a heavy slap with the other.

My mother was bending over to tidy up the cookies scattered on the coffee table, her buttocks sticking

out, while the black man's hands were groping her buttocks, even digging his fingers into the crevice of her buttocks.

My mother took a deep breath, smiled, turned around, and pushed the black man's hands away: "Don't do that."

"Then what should I do?"

I stood outside, dumbfounded, like a statue, completely unable to think. By the time I

finally managed to control myself, my mother had already begun a new round of her "spectacular performance." She swayed her hips with a smile,

gracefully walked up to the black man, and then plopped down on his lap, spreading her legs rather lewdly, rubbing the soft part of

her thighs against his trousers. She held a silver tray with cookies in her hand, gesturing

for him to enjoy them: "Just tea won't do!"

"Of course," the black man lewdly put down his glass, then suddenly grabbed my mother's shoulder

. My mother gasped, spilling the cookies all over him.

He then bit off the left bra strap, and as the bra slipped down, my mother's left

breast popped out. Although I had seen many breasts, I had never

seen my mother's breasts since I could remember, especially not in this situation, with my mother appearing

before me in this capacity. My mother's breasts were white and large, though somewhat soft, with faint blue veins

visible under the white skin .

Her areolas were large, and the erect, reddish-brown nipples stood proudly in the center,

like grapes without any sugary sheen. I wondered what it would taste like to eat them.

At that moment, I felt like I wasn't in my own villa, but in a strip

club on West Coppola Street, and my mother, just a few feet away, was an ordinary stripper,

serving a black customer by the hour. Of course, strippers wouldn't wear such high-class lingerie that someone would bite through the straps

. This black guy is too awesome, what's his zodiac sign?

My mother giggled, tossed the empty silver tray she was holding onto the carpet, and hugged the black man...

She pressed her bare left breast against the black man's face. The black man opened his mouth wide and began to frantically lick my

mother 's breast, making "tsk tsk" sounds with his saliva. My mother laughed and moaned, hugging the black man's neck even tighter

.

After licking for a while, the black man simply sucked most of my mother's left breast into his mouth. My mother tilted her head back,

closed her eyes, and hummed softly, whether it was pleasure or discomfort, I couldn't tell. The black man suddenly spat out the breast, which was covered

in saliva , reached for the silver cup on the coffee table, picked it up and drank it in one gulp, and then continued to suck on my mother's left breast.

Her bra became an unnecessary item, so it was quickly torn off and thrown on the ground,

and her pair of full breasts were now completely free. The black man held my mother's breast in his hands and kneaded it, like

he was holding an apple.

My mother leaned weakly against the black man, moaning and writhing, her whole body

exuding an unusual aura. My mother's nipples gradually swelled and hardened in the black man's hands, clinging to her snow-white breasts like

ripe fruit.

My mother lay on top of the black man, using her mouth to unbutton his clothes, displaying extraordinary tongue skills

. The black man twisted his body, leering as he moved his hand to my mother's genitals, kneading

the pubic hair peeking out from under her underwear. After unbuttoning the black man's shirt, my mother stood up, knelt on the ground, and tried to unbutton his

pants with her mouth. After unbuttoning them, she knelt on the ground like a dog, biting the edge of his pants, trying to

pull them off his legs.

"You've improved a lot! Keep it up!" the black man approvingly patted my mother's head, and my mother

happily kissed his palm. He lifted his buttocks to make it easier for my mother to pull down his pants, and I swallowed hard. In using her mouth to undress others, my mother displayed a professional talent

that was unknown to others , almost on par with her ability to run a company. 　　Inside the black man's tight white underwear, his enormous penis was already erect. My mother crawled between his legs. I knew what she was going to do, but I was just curious how she would perform oral sex on him. I was quite experienced in receiving oral sex from women, but I wasn't sure which girl I knew could excite me more than my own mother at that moment. 　　My mother bit down on the black man's underwear and pulled it down, crawling on the ground , her full buttocks raised high, her breasts swaying in front of her chest. The black man picked up his teacup and waited until my mother had struggled to pull his underwear down to his knees. 　　My mother's oral sex performance officially began. She first kissed the black man's huge glans, then licked up the penis , making continuous "tsk tsk" sounds. The black man hummed approvingly, "Oh... yes, yes, you're doing very well..." 　　While licking the black man's penis, my mother would occasionally wiggle her buttocks, as if a curled tail grew there, and as a reward, the black man would pat her head. My mother smeared the black man's entire penis with her saliva , making it shine, and then she surrounded the black man's glans with her lips and took it into her mouth. 　　She tried to take the whole African banana into her mouth, but even after she frowned, trembled, and coughed , most of the African banana was still sticking out. It was too big for her mouth, so she had to swallow and spit out the glans, trying to lick it from different angles, and even repeatedly licking the crevices of the glans with her tongue. 　　The black man's body gradually stiffened, and his face was filled with the intoxicated blankness . Suddenly, he grabbed my mother's shoulders and made her stand up, holding her upright with her hands on her waist and legs spread apart. He pulled down my mother's panties and began . My mother didn't have much pubic hair, but there were obvious signs of trimming near her groin. I had to admit, in my mother's bedroom, she was just as dedicated as she was at the office. 　　The black man's fingers rubbed the pubic area harder and harder, like shaving, and he even inserted his fingers into my mother's vagina, probing and probing. My mother's intermittent moans finally turned into a scream as she pushed the black man 's head away in protest. 　　The black man chuckled and gently touched my mother's abdomen. "Lie down." 　　My mother obeyed, walked to the bedside, lay down, closed her eyes, exhaled a long breath, and then spread her legs . She shifted her body slightly so I couldn't see her face, but from the inside of her slowly curling legs, I could see my mother's vagina—two thin, everted labia, dark in color, with a faint pinkish- red . 　　The black man climbed onto my mother's body. I couldn't see how his penis entered her vagina, but from their movements, it was clear he had exerted considerable effort. He held his penis , aiming intently for a long time. During this time, my mother opened her eyes, used her hands to spread her vagina to allow the black man's penis to enter. I could see the black man thrust his hips forward, while my mother frowned, cried out, and then relaxed and fell back. 　　The black man, holding my mother's waist, slowly thrust harder, and my mother began to let out intoxicating moans: "Oh...my baby...ah...ah...be gentle...be kind to me...I am...your woman ..." 　　"Baby, do you feel good?" 　　"Ah...yes, I...I feel so good...ah...I'm getting hot...I really feel good ..." 　　All I could see was the black man's penis piston-like motion in my mother's tangled pubic hair. Her vagina tightly enveloped the black man's thick penis, and with each thrust , a milky white, viscous liquid began to spurt from my mother's vagina, covering the entire penis. As the black man 's movements quickened, my mother's love juice gushed from her vagina, flowing down to her anus. 　　After thrusting on my mother for a while, the black man suddenly stopped, seemingly wanting to change positions and truly enjoy the woman beneath him. 　　"Get up, let's play something else." 　　"Heh, you're so annoying, I'm about to cramp up." 　　The black man slowly pulled his penis out of his mother's body; she groaned and gently shook her head as the giant...

As the large glans was pulled out of her vagina, Mom groaned comfortably. She sat up, panting,

wiping the sweat from her breasts and smearing it on the black man's face. He chuckled and put her fingers in his mouth.

"Hurry up!"

Mom tidied her sweat-drenched hair, then got up and slowly lowered

herself , her legs spread wide, panting as he

slowly thrust his erect penis into her from below. Mom cried out, her head thrown back, whether from pleasure or pain, it

was .

"Come on, you won't be satisfied until you fuck me to death, will you?" Mom said coquettishly. She pressed the black man's head against

her full chest, actively moving her body to meet his penis. Her large buttocks jiggled rapidly

, slapping against his firm thighs with a "slap, slap" sound. Large beads of sweat splattered on her cheeks and naked body

; Mom was clearly struggling.

The black man was biting and sucking on my mother's large, dark nipples, causing her to howl in pain. But whenever she showed

displeasure, he would cunningly stop thrusting, leaving her helpless. She could only grit her teeth and endure

his white teeth moving back and forth on her nipples.

Judging from the current scene, my mother was about to reach her umpteenth orgasm in this physical encounter. She

seemed even more excited, the creases of her loose back trembling with each rapid movement.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah..." my mother screamed, her thighs trembling

, her movements becoming increasingly rapid. Seeing my mother's reaction, the black man temporarily stopped playing with her

breasts and nipples, thrusting his penis deeper into her lower body. My mother

shuddered , twisting and throwing the black man onto the bed. Her cries and gasps were chilling. Suddenly,

she bit down hard on his shoulder.

"Bitch, look what you've done." The black man slapped my mother's plump buttocks hard. My mother

cried out , her body writhing on top of him like a giant python.

I couldn't bear to watch any longer, so I took a deep breath and slowly walked into my mother's room.

My mother and the black man were busy making love, and for a few minutes they didn't even notice me.

Finally, the black man saw me, but instead of being surprised and stopping, he grinned at me

and thrust even more fiercely into the woman on top of him. My mother was extremely excited, and her

body was obviously exhausted. She was just panting heavily, saying indistinct words, and

her movements had obviously slowed down, after all, she was getting old.

The black man gripped my mother's buttocks tightly with both hands, squeezing and pulling them. My mother

writhed , her eyes tightly closed, her mouth slightly open, and saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth from excessive excitement.

Suddenly, she realized something, stopped writhing, and sat up, using the bed for support.

She turned and saw me, speechless with surprise. The black man, however, writhed even more excitedly. My mother, trembling,

looked at me, and I looked at her.

"You… what are you doing here? Get out! This… this is my room!" my mother roared angrily at me

, completely ignoring the drool still dripping from her mouth.

I suppressed my anger and said, word by word, "You bitch!"

My mother, panting, climbed off the black man. As his penis swiftly withdrew from her body,

she let out a satisfied scream with her eyes closed. She jumped off the bed naked, her sweat-drenched body

swaying as she rushed towards me, raising her hand to slap me.

I grabbed her hand and pushed her back onto the bed. My mother now sat limply on the edge of the bed. The black man watched all this

smugly , hugging my mother's upper body from behind and kneading her breasts. My mother

glared at me viciously, panting, and said, "You... get out of here! And close the door."

"Okay, I got it." I turned to leave, but before I even reached the bottom of the stairs, I heard an even louder scream coming from my mother's

bedroom , followed by intermittent panting. My mother was screaming, "Continue,

continue, I don't want to be interrupted like this."

Now I knew how my mother had gotten so many orders from Africa.

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