[Mom provides services to the factory manager]

First, let me introduce my mother. Let's start from two years ago. I was 15, and my mother was 36.

She was very beautiful: big, bright eyes, cherry-like lips, fair and delicate skin, and long

, black hair. I heard she was a famous beauty in our area when she was young. When we walked down the street, people always

mistook her for my older sister. Although she had been married for many years, she still maintained a great figure; her breasts were

still firm, and her waist was still slender.

She and my father worked in the same factory. Because the factory was struggling, my father went to work in Haikou alone,

and he was gone for two years, only coming back for Chinese New Year. So it was just my mother and me at home.

One day, I came home from school and saw my mother was already there. I was surprised because she usually came home

very late from work. I saw she looked worried, so I asked her what was wrong. She told me that the factory was laying off workers again, and

she was on the list this time. I put on a very experienced air and said, "It's no big deal. Who gets laid off is just a matter of the factory manager's

word. You can send him some things tonight."

Mom said, "You're so clever. Do you think no one else would think of that? But there's no other way right now, so we'll just

have to try."

Little did I know that my idea would lead Mom into a life of debauchery.

That evening, Mom prepared some gifts, put on light makeup, changed into a tank top, and sprayed on some

perfume . She really looked like a princess. She kept asking me if I looked good, and I kept saying, "Mom, you're so beautiful

!" She smiled happily, said goodbye, and left.

Who knew she would be gone for two hours. When she came back in, I noticed she looked flustered, and she

didn't dare look me in the eye. Two red clouds had crept onto her pink face, making her look delicate and alluring. I asked her how it was going, and she

stammered that it was almost done. Then she turned and went into the room, sat in front of the mirror, and took out some cosmetics. Only

then did I notice that her hair was a little messy, and her lipstick was gone, with some even smeared on

the corners of her mouth .

I suddenly had a guess: could it be… The scene of my mother at the factory manager's place even flashed before my eyes,

but strangely, thinking about it made my penis hard, and I felt really excited.

In the following days, my mother always made time to go out in the evenings, and each time she dressed up

beautifully . After going out a couple of times, I became suspicious. One evening, she said she had something to do and had to go out again. I quickly said, "

Okay, I was just thinking of reading a book by myself."

She smiled and went out the door. I waited for her for two minutes and then hurriedly followed her out. She seemed a little nervous,

glancing around from time to time. Luckily, I hid well and she didn't see me.

I followed her like this for more than ten minutes until I saw her enter a residential building. I had no choice but to

wait outside. A moment later, I saw the factory manager's car pull up. He got out and hurriedly went into the

building .

I knew the factory manager before; he had eaten at my house and had even been investigated for misconduct.

He was probably in his fifties, very fat, with a protruding belly, and balding except for

a small fringe of hair. His teeth were stained yellow from years of smoking.

Seeing him rush into the room my mother had just entered, I knew everything. At first,

I was furious and really wanted to rush in and confront them, but I didn't know what they would be

doing . Thinking about it, I could almost see the factory manager pressing heavily on my mother, his purplish-red glans against

her delicate labia, and then…

As I thought about it, my penis became as hard as iron again. I quickly found a public restroom, fantasized about

my mother and the factory manager having sex, masturbated, ejaculated inside, and then ran home. My mother didn't

return for a long time again. I pretended to be reading diligently, completely unaware that I had been following her.

I was unwilling to let it go, but I didn't say anything. Lust drove me to take further action.

However, a long time passed without any opportunity. My mother still frequently

went out , and I still occasionally followed her. Until one morning, when my mother went out to buy groceries, I got up and drank my milk,

noticing her keys on the table. Casually, I picked them up to play with them, and suddenly I saw a key I hadn't seen before. A

sudden : could this be the key to the house where my mother and the factory manager had sex? So, before my mother returned,

I secretly slipped downstairs, went to a stall to have a key made, and then returned unnoticed.

My mother didn't notice anything when she came back. I tentatively asked, "Mom, I want to see a movie tonight,

do you want to come?"

My mother said, "I've made plans with Aunt Chen tonight, you go see the movie by yourself."

"Oh." Just as I expected!

That evening, I used the excuse of seeing a movie to leave early. I jogged to

the door, grabbed the key, and easily turned it to open it. Inside, the house was simply furnished

and decorated: a large, soft bed, a large sofa, and a home

theater system .

I pulled a VCD from the CD case on the table; the title alone told me it was an adult film. Despite my young

age , I've seen plenty of adult films. I flipped through the case; it was full of them. I took one out, put it in

the player, and a Japanese adult film immediately started playing. The female lead was moaning and groaning as the male lead thrust into her. I couldn't resist pulling out

my penis and masturbating.

Suddenly, the sound of a car woke me. I peered out the window—oh my god, the factory manager was there, coming

upstairs ! I panicked: it was too late to run out now, and he knew me. I looked around; the only option was to hide

under the large bed. Luckily, the sheet was big enough to cover the bed legs. So I quickly turned off the TV and

crawled under the bed.

I had just climbed inside when the factory manager opened the door and came in. He closed the door, took out a pornographic DVD, and started watching it. I

didn't dare breathe, but my position was good; I could see everywhere in the room through the

gaps

in the sheets. I saw him sit on the bed, take out his penis, and I really didn't expect a man in his fifties to have so much energy. His penis was very dark, thick, and long, with a huge glans, and the veins on it were bulging. I

started to worry about my mother: how would she handle it?

The factory manager played with his penis for a while, and it grew even bigger. I saw him take out a blue...

I chewed the medicine and swallowed it. I thought it must be Viagra. I wondered how much he wanted to fuck my mother before he was

satisfied.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. It must be my mother. I saw the factory manager, with his huge penis erect, go to open the door

. As soon as the door opened, I heard my mother let out an "Ah!" Her face flushed red with embarrassment, her eyes staring blankly at that big

meat stick. The factory manager pulled her in, closed the door, and said, "I just like you like this. I've fucked you

so still so shy. Come on, touch me first. Today I'm going to fuck you to death." Saying that, he pulled

my mother to sit down on the sofa, and the two of them started watching porn together.

The factory manager took my mother's hand and placed it on his big meat stick. My mother gently grasped the hot meat stick and

started stroking it up and down.

The factory manager opened his big mouth full of yellow teeth and pressed it against my mother's cherry lips, sucking desperately. His hands were not

idle , reaching under my mother's skirt and moving around. I could imagine that he was definitely rubbing my mother's clitoris and labia. Soon

, I heard my mother let out lewd moans. The factory manager, while rubbing his genitals, reached into

my mother's collar with his other hand and grabbed her breasts hard. He grinned and said, "Goodness, you're all wet down there

."

He grabbed my mother's hair and said, "Quickly, suck my cock and make me feel good." My mother obediently

lowered her head , grasped the large penis, and opened her rosy lips. I was really worried for her; how could she take such a big

penis in her mouth?

My mother gently took the purplish-red glans into her mouth and obediently licked the slit with her tongue. The factory manager

exhaled deeply in ecstasy, then with a forceful push, he pressed my mother's head down. My mother's mouth

completely took in the 18-centimeter-long penis, her lips pressed against the factory manager's scrotum. But this was really too much for her; her

throat made whimpering sounds, but she still nodded up and down diligently, giving the factory manager oral sex.

The factory manager grabbed my mother, made her kneel on the ground and give him a blowjob, then reached into her panties and started stimulating

her vagina. My mother's genitals couldn't withstand the stimulation and she moved her head up and down even more vigorously. The factory manager

enjoyed my mother's oral sex while watching porn; he really knew how to have fun. My penis was already incredibly hard from

the intense stimulation.

My mother gave the factory manager oral sex for over ten minutes when he suddenly shouted, "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum." I

saw my mother try to spit out his penis, but he held her head down firmly. "Swallow it, you have to

swallow ." My mother's throat bobbed, and it took her a while to swallow all the semen.

But the factory manager didn't let her go. "Take off all your clothes." My mother wiped the semen from her mouth,

stood up, and took off her coat and skirt. I then realized that my mother wasn't wearing any underwear. The factory manager pressed her

down on the bed (thankfully on the bed, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to see anything!), spreading her

two fair and delicate thighs apart, revealing her pink labia. Her pubic hair had even been trimmed,

making it look like a young girl's vulva.

The factory manager lowered his head and carefully licked her vulva with his tongue, even pulling back the foreskin to lick her clitoris.

Her whole body trembled, moaning incessantly, glistening vaginal fluid flowing down her labia, only

to be immediately sucked in by the factory manager's thick, fleshy lips.

A moment later, the factory manager stood up, his large penis erect like an iron rod, proudly pointing

at her tender vulva. It seemed the Viagra had worked. The factory manager pressed his penis against her vulva and

slowly began to insert it. As he inserted it, her vagina gushed with vaginal fluid, and she began to tremble and

moan. Soon, his penis was completely inside her.

The factory manager pulled his large penis out quite a bit, and Mom's body relaxed slightly. Then, with

lightning forcefully thrust his penis back into Mom's vagina. This time it went in even deeper, and the factory manager violently

pumped his hips, each thrust deeper and faster than the last. His thick, long penis cruelly

pounded into Mom's tender flesh, the pink vaginal walls clinging tightly to the factory manager's black penis, being pulled out and

squeezed in again.

After a while, the factory manager picked Mom up. "Now we'll play the horse-riding, stick-swallowing style." As he spoke, Mom

raised her snow-white buttocks, gently grasped the factory manager's large penis, and slowly sat down. The factory manager vigorously

rubbed , while Mom began moving her hips up and down on the factory manager, starting

the thrusting motion. When she stopped to rest, the factory manager would immediately and automatically straighten up from below, ensuring the thrusting

didn't stop.

This brought Mom to another climax. Her mouth was wide open, she gasped for breath, her breasts

bouncing with each thrust. She was completely lost in the pleasure of sex. I bet

she'd do anything the factory manager asked her now.

Sure enough, the factory manager commanded, "Turn over, crawl like a bitch." He dipped his finger in

the vaginal fluid and smeared it on her anus, then inserted a finger and began thrusting

. After a while, he inserted another. Mom kept moaning. The factory manager, feeling it was about time, held his glans against her

anus and slowly inserted it.

Mom cried out even louder, "Slow...slow...a little!" The subsequent thrusting went more smoothly.

I really couldn't believe the factory manager would insert such a large, black penis into Mom's small anus.

Mom moved her hips, actively helping the factory manager thrust. "Fuck my asshole harder,

fuck me to death..." the factory manager cried out. She began to thrust faster, her hair flying through the air, her breasts bouncing on her chest.

A few minutes later, she convulsed again, apparently having another orgasm.

Soon after, the factory manager growled, seemingly about to ejaculate. He looked at the mother and said, "Slut,

come on, your treat is here again." The factory manager pulled his penis out and

immediately shoving the penis that had been in her anus into her mouth. A large gush of white semen shot into

her mouth, which she immediately began to swallow.

However, the factory manager ejaculated so much semen that much dripped from the corners of her mouth, onto

her breasts, her pubic hair, and finally onto her clitoris.

The mother still tried her best to help the factory manager spit out the remaining semen, until she swallowed the last drop.

She even used her mouth to clean the factory manager's filthy penis before spitting it out. The factory manager immediately lifted her...

His pink face, with a mouth full of yellow teeth that seemed never to have been brushed, greedily sucked on my mother's cherry-like lips.

Their tongues intertwined, and he slowly dripped saliva into my mother's mouth.

They finally finished, and I ejaculated under the bed. Only after I finished did I feel a little scared. Luckily,

they were so focused on making love that they didn't even notice someone under the bed; otherwise, I would have been in big trouble if they had been discovered. They kissed

for a while longer, then tidied their clothes and left. Only then did I swagger out of the room. But I never imagined my mother would become

increasingly promiscuous.

My mother and the factory manager's relationship continued like this, and I grew bolder and bolder. I would often sneak into their "love nest" while my mother

was still putting on makeup, then hide under the bed and peek at my beautiful mother and

the greasy, fat factory manager, sweating profusely and experiencing ecstasy, while I masturbated under the bed.

One evening, Mom sat by the mirror again. Her already delicate, fair, and flawless face, lightly made

up was indescribably radiant and captivating, making her incredibly endearing. I knew she was going to make love to the factory manager again. So

I lied and slipped away, then easily found my way to their little nest. I calmly

watched some porn for a while, and when I figured it was about time, I quietly hid under the bed.

A little while later, Mom arrived. She was wearing a black sundress, her fair shoulders and arms

exposed like two lotus roots, her shapely, smooth legs also incredibly alluring. Seeing that the factory manager hadn't

arrived yet, she picked up a book, sat down on the sofa, and slowly flipped through it. I recognized the cover as something like *

Playboy * or *Dragon Tiger Leopard*.

Mom slowly turned over, a blush slowly spreading across her face. Her white teeth gently bit her small red lips, and

she reached out her slender hand to caress her thigh, slowly moving it to the inside of her thigh. She lifted the hem of her skirt,

slipped her hand inside, and began to move it up and down. She moaned softly as she moved. Gradually,

Mom's hand moved faster and faster, and her moans grew louder. Suddenly, she cried out, her whole body stiffening on

her stomach. After a few soft gasps, she slowly calmed down; I knew she had reached orgasm.

She rested for a while, but the factory manager still hadn't arrived, so she watched TV listlessly for a while. I also

found it strange, because the factory manager usually rushed over to relieve his pent-up desire; why was he taking so long this time?

After a while, I heard the sound of a car downstairs; I knew the factory manager had arrived. Mom was very happy. She ran to

the window and waved, then ran to the mirror to fix her hair and check her makeup.

There was a gentle knock on the door, and Mom hurriedly ran to open it. As soon as she opened it, I heard her

exclaim Then I saw another pair of large feet in black leather shoes besides the factory manager's feet. This

was unprecedented; no other

man No wonder Mom stood there, bewildered.

The factory manager patted Mom on the shoulder, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and invite the guest in." He then

stepped inside with the man and closed the door behind them. Only then did I get a clear look at the man: slicked-back hair, a

shiny face, small eyes and a large mouth, carrying a briefcase—he looked like a high-ranking official.

The factory manager gently put his arm around the mother's shoulder, stroking it with his large hand, and said to her, "Let me

introduce you. This is Director Zhao from the ## Bureau. Whether the factory's products sell this time depends entirely on

Director Zhao . Isn't that right, Director Zhao?"

Director Zhao smiled, "Of course, of course." As he spoke, his two small eyes darted around the mother's body

like sharp scissors, eager to tear her dress to shreds. The mother blushed and took

a step back .

Seeing Director Zhao's expression, the factory manager smiled smugly, "Director Zhao, let me introduce you too. This

is our factory's beauty queen, a famous beauty. She got married a little early, but her husband went to sea

and doesn't come back all year. Poor beauty of ours. Director Zhao, today you must act as a leader and

comfort our comrade!" Saying this, he pushed the mother next to Director Zhao.

Director Zhao reached out and tightly grasped his mother's small hand, gently

stroking the back of her hand with his other hand. Looking at his mother's flushed face, he practically drooled, nodding repeatedly, "Of

course."

The factory manager patted his mother's bottom again, "Didn't you want to work in the office instead of the workshop? I've taken care of

everything for you, and I've even extended your husband's leave without pay. How are you going to thank me?"

His mother blushed and lowered her head, saying, "I...I don't know."

The factory manager pinched her bottom hard, saying, "It's all about making sure you serve

Director 's even slightly dissatisfied, you're fired, understand?" His mother nodded slightly. The factory manager

pushed his mother into Director Zhao's arms, and Director Zhao took the opportunity to embrace her. His mother struggled but couldn't break free, and could only

let Director Zhao hold her.

The factory manager said to Director Zhao, "Then please enjoy yourself. I won't disturb you any longer." He then left

the room , closing the door behind him. Now only Mom and Director Zhao were left in the room (oh, and of course, me too).

Director Zhao put his arm around Mom, pinched her rosy cheek, and said, "Beautiful lady, let's chat on

the sofa ." As he spoke, he put his arm around Mom and led her to sit down on the sofa, one arm around her shoulder and the other

on her thigh. Director Zhao chuckled, "Your factory manager is so thoughtful! He knows I'm

tired of all those ordinary women out there, so he sent me to 'guide' a comrade like you. That's excellent! By the way,

how old are you, Miss?"

The mother lowered her head, not daring to look at him, and replied, "Over thirty."

Director Zhao exclaimed in surprise, "I can't believe it! I thought you were newly married. You look so

young. Besides sleeping with your factory manager, have you slept with any other men?"

The mother hadn't expected him to ask such a blatant question. Her face flushed crimson, and she answered in an almost inaudible

voice, "No."

Director Zhao nodded in satisfaction, "That's good. Tender and clean. When I'm with you,

will I use a condom?"

The mother hesitated, too embarrassed to answer. Saying yes or no seemed wrong.

Director Zhao himself said, "It's more comfortable to just have sex directly. Anyway, you're clean.

Did you wash your vagina?"

Mom nodded slightly.

Director Zhao continued, "My penis hasn't been washed in ages, you'll have to use your little mouth to

clean it for me later. By the way, where do you think I should ejaculate on you?"

Seeing that Mom didn't answer, he pulled a long face, "You're not cooperating with my work at all, what are you pretending to be a lady for?

If you don't want to do it, then leave!"

Seeing that he was angry, Mom didn't dare to refuse anymore, and could only bite the bullet and say, "Whatever you want."

Director Zhao smiled smugly, "Oh, then I'll have to give you a good beauty treatment! Come on, let me see

how moist your big breasts are." As he spoke, he slowly lifted Mom's skirt, and Mom cooperated by raising her hands, allowing Director Zhao to

take off the entire skirt. Mom was wearing black lace underwear and panties, which accentuated her snow-white

skin , making her incredibly beautiful.

Director Zhao slurped, leering, "You're as tender as dough, I'll just kill you."

He pulled up his mother's bra a little, revealing two glistening pink nipples on her snow-white breasts

. Director Zhao leaned in, sucking frantically on her right nipple while his other hand played with her

left . He pulled her nipple up and then snapped it back, licking it rapidly with his tongue.

His mother closed her eyes, moaning softly.

Director Zhao raised his head, pressing his large mouth tightly against his mother's cherry-like lips. He stuck out his tongue,

stirring it vigorously inside her mouth. His mother was breathless from the kiss, making muffled sounds.

Suddenly lifted his head, grabbing his mother's chin and commanding, "Stick your tongue out!" His mother obediently

stuck out her small tongue, which Director Zhao immediately sucked on, their tongues intertwining.

After kissing her enough, Director Zhao said, "Sweetie, let's go to bed." I felt a pang of regret; this

way, I wouldn't be able to see anything under the bed.

I saw a pair of delicate pink feet and a pair of large feet walking towards the bed. I heard Director Zhao say, "Who told you

to get on the bed? Take off all your clothes first, and mine too!"

Through the gaps in the sheets dragging on the floor, I could only see clothes sliding off one by one. First, my mother's

underwear and panties, then the man's shirt and tie, then the man's trousers, and finally, the man's underwear

also slid to the floor. I could imagine that they were all completely naked.

I heard Director Zhao lewdly laugh, "Your little hole is so pink and tender. Look, isn't my cock big enough? Come on,

hold it, feel its warmth!" There was a moment of silence. Unfortunately, I couldn't see my mother touching Director Zhao's cock

; I could only imagine it.

After a short while, I felt the bed move slightly. At that moment, Director Zhao's heels were right in front of me.

I knew he had sat down on the edge of the bed.

I heard him say, "Come on, kneel down and give me a blowjob." I saw my mother's rounded knees slowly lower

to the floor, no more than ten centimeters from my face. I knew my mother was about to give Director Zhao oral sex.

Then came the familiar sounds of sucking, saliva in her mouth, my mother's moans, and

Director Zhao's satisfied breathing. I heard Director Zhao shout, "Deeper, all the way down to my throat…faster…

don't use your teeth…yes, swirl your tongue around the glans…ah, so good…lick that slit…it feels so good

…"

From Director Zhao's ecstatic cries, I could tell my mother was working very hard. After sucking for more than ten minutes,

I heard Director Zhao shout loudly, "Ah, hurry, I can't take it anymore... Ah, I'm going to cum... A shower of flowers!...

Ah!!!"

Then came a series of rapid panting sounds. "Shoot it all out, don't leave a single drop. Look at your

face , it's covered in high-end beauty products. Come on, let me use my glans to spread it evenly for you." I saw a lot of sticky, thick

semen spilled on the floor, and two drops even dripped under the bed. My lust was aroused, so I climbed down and stuck out my tongue to lick it into

my mouth. Apart from being a little bitter, it tasted quite good.

At this moment, I heard Director Zhao say again, "Keep it in your mouth, don't take it out. There's still some semen in the foreskin.

Pull it back and lick it clean. Come on, keep it in your mouth and don't move. Come on, come to the bed with me, come on, slowly..." From his words,

I knew that Director Zhao must be playing a fishing game: putting his penis in my mother's mouth to drag her onto the bed. It's just

a pity that I can't see anything now.

Five or six minutes later, I heard Director Zhao shout, "It's up again! Your factory manager's medicine

really works! Come on, let me take over for your husband and fuck you properly! Look how wet you are!" Then I felt the bed

shake violently.

Accompanied by my mother's and Director Zhao's panting and moans, I heard my mother cry out, "Ah...ah...

I can't take it ...ah...so good...harder...faster...don't stop...turn a few more times..."

It seemed my mother's shyness and reserve had been completely conquered by lust; she was completely immersed in the pleasure of intercourse

.

They tossed and turned on the bed for over an hour, with Director Zhao directing my mother to try several positions.

After Director Zhao ejaculated into my mother's uterus for the third time, they were both exhausted and couldn't move. Soon ,

I heard Director Zhao snoring loudly. My mother got up after a while and went to the bathroom to shower.

Taking advantage of this a quick getaway! But Mom didn't come back that night. She didn't

return until the next morning, her eyes red. I think she must have had a great night!

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