Son gets into trouble, mother gets beaten

My name is Jingni, I'm 42 years old, 5 feet 2 inches tall, with measurements of 34C, 26, 36. My son is a very lecherous man; he's had affairs with many women. Some of them used their position to rape women at his company, and sometimes he would go to brothels and spend hundreds of dollars to satisfy himself. Even I, his own mother, am his sexual fantasy (although I enjoy doing this). It's not a big deal for my son to go to prostitutes; it's just spending money, and there won't be any trouble afterwards. But it's different when he sleeps around with women at his own company. And now, trouble has arisen. Unexpectedly, the revenge has come on to me.
Two of the women my son has been involved with somehow found out about their affairs. They somehow got in touch, probably conspired together, and came to my house to get revenge on my son, to cripple this lecher (that's what they said).
That day, my son wasn't home; I was alone. When I heard the knock on the door, I thought someone was coming to deliver a gift, or one of my son's mistresses was looking for sex with him. I opened the door and was a little surprised to see two men, but I still let them in. (I didn't even know I was letting wolves into my house.)
They asked if my son was home, and I said no, and asked them to tell me what they wanted. They said it was fine, they could do it in a different way. I didn't understand what they were talking about. Looking at them, I noticed they had become very fierce. I felt something was wrong and wanted to kick them out. I said, "You can leave now, we can talk about it later." They grinned menacingly: "Your lecherous son messed with our girlfriend, today we'll mess with his mother too."
I was terrified and tried to run, but they punched me in the stomach. I was in so much pain that I broke out in a sweat and doubled over. They punched me in the back, and I collapsed to the ground, feeling like I was about to faint. I was terrified. I thought they wouldn't kill me. The thought of death made my gallbladder feel like it was going to burst, and my mouth tasted bitter.
One of them picked up a fruit knife I had left on the coffee table and brandished it at my face, saying to the other, "Let's ruin her face, let that bastard regret it for the rest of his life." I was terrified. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I cried out, "No! It's not my fault! I don't know anything! Please let me go!"
He slapped me across the face, making my ears ring and my vision blur. "If you say another word, I'll have my son chop you up!" I shuddered, looking at him in fear.
Another man said, "No need, brother. His son sleeps with our girlfriends, we'll sleep with his mother! Girlfriends can be replaced, but his mother can't. He humiliated us for a moment, we'll humiliate him for a lifetime! We'll be his father for a day." The man with the knife looked at my face. "Good, it'll make me feel a little better."
Only then did I understand what had happened. It was all his son's fault, going out and womanizing. Now he'd gotten himself into trouble, and I don't know what he'd done to me. But I was also a little relieved. As long as they were after my body, there was hope for a comeback. Raping me once was nothing, as long as they didn't kill me or disfigure me. My son sleeping with me was the same as sleeping with me.
They told me to take off my clothes. I was still a little panicked and slowed down. A slap landed on my face, making half my face numb and burning. Terrified, I quickly stripped naked; shame had long been replaced by fear. When I was naked, their eyes widened. I knew that none of the girls in the factory who had slept with my son were prettier than me, including their girlfriends. My body was more alluring than their girlfriends'. I was certain they had never slept with a girl as beautiful as me.
Their lust overwhelmed their desire for revenge. Their hands greedily and meticulously caressed every inch of my smooth, white, and shapely body. One of their lips moved to mine, sucking my tongue out and incessantly, as if savoring a delicious dish.
I knew I was destined to be raped. If I went along with them, it would probably be better for me. But if I resisted, I might not only be raped, but also be silenced or disfigured—that would be truly terrible. So I didn't object; instead, my lust intensified. I let out a soft "ooh," immediately opened my red lips, and offered him my tongue, sucking on his own. My hands reached out to touch their bodies. I felt their engorged penises, as if they were about to burst my pants. Without a word, one of them immediately stripped off all his clothes, hugged me tightly, and kissed me frantically all over my body.
Another man's lips moved away from mine, kissing their way down my shapely face, slowly making their way down. When his kisses reached my smooth, white breasts, he slid his hands to my chest, fiercely cupping my high, round breasts, teasingly pushing them back and forth, his fingers kneading my nipples. He even stuck out his tongue, gently licking my other nipple.
With both nipples being so sensitively caressed, I reached the peak of excitement, constantly emitting moans and groans.
The man's naked body trembled incessantly, his thick, powerful penis rubbing against my labia, bringing my desire to its highest point. Finally, our intertwined bodies inevitably joined together, and his penis entered my vagina. He thrust in and out frantically, his hips undulating with each stroke, his hands tightly gripping my legs, his breath coming in gasps. My body writhed with each thrust, my hands gripping his body tightly, head tilted back, eyes closed, moaning ecstatically.
The other man abandoned my breasts, took out his penis, and placed it on my lips. Faced with his thick, red rod, I felt a mixture of love and fear. My trembling hands grasped his penis, and I opened my wet lips, taking the red glans into my mouth, sucking it incessantly.
He used my lips as a gateway to a paradise, moving in and out, thrusting in and out. I responded to his movements, my lips moving in and out; he became even more excited, his engorged penis thrusting even faster in my mouth. The two of them occupied my mouth and upper and lower orifices, fueled by their burning lust, relentlessly pursuing me, sweating profusely; and under their combined assault, I gradually reached the peak of excitement…
The man inside me, his face flushed, panted, continuing his vigorous thrusting. Suddenly, he moved faster and harder, and soon his whole body trembled. He let out a low growl, and his penis finally gushed out a large amount of thick, fluid-like substance into my mouth again and again. The other man who was fucking my vagina was also at his climax. He noticed that my whole body was trembling and my breathing was heavy, and that I was about to ejaculate at any moment. So he thrust a few more times, and suddenly thrust forward with force. I cried out "Ah!" and ascended to heaven in bliss, my vaginal fluid gushing out and splashing onto his glans. At the same time, he also ejaculated, the fluid-like substance filling my vagina. All three of us experienced extremely satisfying orgasms at the same time.
Their previously hard penises were now limp and detached from my body. The two men sat down, panting, looking at my white, naked body with comfortable smiles. After I was satisfied, I lay face down, my eyes closed in satisfaction, breathing intermittently. My naked body rose and fell as
they forced me to lie on my back on the coffee table, my limbs spread wide, my vulva shamelessly exposed. I felt utterly ashamed, but I had no choice but to submit to their merciless manipulation. They tied my limbs to the four legs of the coffee table and began to ravage my body again.
My breasts, now even more erect and upturned, adorned with pale pink, bud-like nipples, exuded a mature and alluring femininity after years of sexual experience.
The man who had just penetrated my mouth suppressed his burning desire and gently pressed and kneaded my breasts. Under his increasingly fervent kneading, my breasts became engorged with blood, and my nipples hardened and stood erect; I also exhaled a soft breath.
He got more and more into it, and immediately used his index finger and thumb to gently pinch the two tempting nipples back and forth, burying his head in the cleavage and rubbing them carefully; at this moment, my breathing gradually changed from slow to fast, and I even let out a low moan.
He used his lips and tongue to kiss his way up my breasts from my cleavage, then his tongue circled and teased my pink areolas, while his lips pressed against my nipples, sucking gently. It was so stimulating. He kept sucking, and his hands began to wander, rubbing my firm breasts without restraint, then slowly stroking down to my abdomen, navel, and lower abdomen, finally probing into my honey pot, boldly teasing the labia beneath my pubic hair with his fingers.
I trembled all over, my long legs trying to close, but they were held in place, turning into helpless tremors. His fingers were like terrifying weapons, constantly teasing my labia, and my honey pot gradually became wet. His fingers continued to tease, his tongue moved even more vigorously, and his lips desperately sucked and kissed my breasts, leaving me weak all over. I moaned incessantly, my body involuntarily writhing with his caresses.
He thrust his erect penis against my vulva, one hand guiding it, aiming it at my vaginal opening, and with a thrust, it shoved all the way in with a soft "plop." He grasped my breasts with both hands, vigorously kneading them while violently pulling his penis in and out. With each thrust, I felt my labia flip inside my vagina; with a pull, they flipped out again, revealing my pink vulva. His penis pounded in and out, the sounds of his thrusting filling the air, and I thrust my hips back and forth in response to his movements. My face flushed, my breasts swelled like small mountains, my labia became large, hard, and red, and I lay limp on the coffee table, my body weak.
Perhaps the position was too stimulating. After a series of vigorous thrusts, he shuddered and ejaculated a stream of hot semen deep into my vagina. I shuddered, and my vagina began to contract, sucking and squeezing out his semen.
The other man, who had been watching with growing arousal, eagerly pounced on my body as soon as this one ejaculated. I thought he would thrust into my honeypot without any restraint, and I braced myself for another cock to pound into my hole. But instead,
he untied my limbs, made me lie face down on the coffee table, spread my legs wide, and inserted his cock into my vagina. I thought he had some new trick up his sleeve, but it was still just fucking my hole! I could fuck him while lying down. But it was alright, I could move now, it felt a little better.
Oh no, I had just relaxed when I realized something was wrong. He pulled his cock out of my honeypot and pressed his semen-covered cock against my anus. I was shocked. Was he going to fuck me from behind? No way, I'd never had sex there much before, it was still so tender!
My fears came true; his penis relentlessly thrust into my anus. I felt pain, and I quickly relaxed my body. Based on my experience with anal sex with my son, I knew that contracting at this point would be very painful; the key was to relax. But it still hurt a little, so I quickly smeared some of my vaginal fluid onto his penis, and it finally went in. I breathed a sigh of relief; what followed was the pleasure his penis would bring me.
He thrust rapidly in and out of my anus, and I arched my back, responding to his movements. We moaned lasciviously, fucking each other with pleasure. He repeatedly pushed his penis deep into my body, my intestines throbbing for his penis. I stroked my clitoris, using my lascivious stimulation to arouse his thrusts. I thought that if I ejaculated, I could definitely shoot my semen into my stomach. Thinking this, my vagina, stimulated by my hand, overflowed with vaginal fluid, covering the table.
Another person watching was itchy; he had probably never seen such a scene of intercourse before. His limp penis slowly hardened again, and he wanted to put it in my mouth. I opened my mouth, waiting for the penis to arrive. I was disappointed again.
The man who was fucking me said, "Hey buddy, let's fuck this bitch together." I felt very uncomfortable, but I had no choice. I was their plaything now, and I had no power to resist. Even if I did, I don't think I would have resisted.
The impatient man said, "How do we fuck her? Just put it in her mouth." The man who was fucking me said, "Wait a minute." The man who was fucking me helped me up, and I obediently followed his instructions. I also wanted to know how they would fuck me together. My body stood up, my anus still tightly clamped with a penis.
The man who was fucking me was fucking my anus while playing with my breasts. I stood there, not knowing how he was going to fuck me with another man. My anus was filled with a penis, and I didn't know which penis he was going to put in me. I hoped, waited, and longed.
The man who was fucking my anus gestured for me to move closer to his body so that his penis wouldn't fall out of my anus. I was careful, afraid his penis would slip off due to the sudden movements, and how disappointed I would be then. He sat on the coffee table, and I moved with him. When he sat down, I ended up sitting on his penis, wrapped around it. Because of my weight, my anus was deeply engulfing his penis, and I felt like it was about to penetrate me.
Since the man who was fucking my anus was behind me, I was now facing another person. My breasts and my vulva were exposed to him. My dark pubic hair and wet vulva were like a captivating whirlpool, waiting for him to jump into the passionate pleasure. I understood that in this position, he could penetrate my vulva. The thought that he could also penetrate my vulva made my juices flow uncontrollably.
The man who was fucking my anus lifted my legs, like holding a child to urinate, spreading them wide apart, leaving my vulva completely exposed to this impatient guy. This guy didn't hesitate to thrust his already hard penis into my wetness. Because I was so wet, his cock slid in so easily. I moaned with pleasure, cried out lasciviously, my vagina contracting to welcome his penetration.
It was so full, so overflowing, filling my vagina, filling my heart, filling my life. I felt that my body had only just learned what fullness truly meant! The cock in front was thrusting rapidly into my pussy, while the cock behind was penetrating my anus deeply. I didn't know which cock brought me to orgasm; the in-and-out, the thrusting... I was excited to the extreme. I shook my sweaty head, moaning loudly, my body writhing wildly, not knowing how to respond, or which cock to respond to. I only felt each cock penetrating deeper and deeper, each one more pleasurable than the last.
The guy fucking my pussy took my legs, holding them, and thrusting into me hard. The guy behind me was playing with my breasts. I felt like we were a sandwich, and I was the sausage in the middle
. Only now did I realize that there was only a thin layer of skin between my vagina and anus. I could clearly feel their penises pressing against each other, and the heat from the friction sent waves of pleasure through my brain. When the pleasure reached my vagina, I ejaculated, releasing my vaginal fluids that soaked the penis inside, warm and soothing it. My anus contracted, tightly gripping the other penis, squeezing it hard. In my intense response, they both ejaculated as well. Their semen filled my vagina and anus.
It was so stimulating, especially with their penises still inside me... Inside my body, it started to harden again. I was surprised to feel the changes in their penises. I couldn't take it anymore, but they still wanted to fuck me. I started to pity my pussy, wondering if they would damage it.
They started fucking me again, and I was in a state of wanton ecstasy. I couldn't think of anything else but pleasure. I had nothing else to think about. I just wanted them to keep fucking me, fucking me, fucking me.
After a few dozen thrusts, the person who was inserting into my anus complained: "Friend, this won't do. My movements are too small, it's not satisfying." The person who was inserting into my pussy was obviously impressed by the person who was fucking my anus. He humbly said: "Okay, what do you suggest? How about we switch? You'll feel better too." I'm so angry. I'm furious at how they treated me. What do they take me for? They're fucking me, yet they act like I don't exist. Why didn't they ask my opinion?
The guy fucking my anus said, "No need, I really enjoy fucking her ass." His cunt has been fucked by countless men, but his ass is tight, so it's more satisfying to fuck him. I'm very unhappy. Who has fucked me before? Besides my husband, my boyfriends, although they've been with me a few times, have they really said how many times? Their evaluation of my cunt is: tight, wet, sensitive, and unforgettable. Now, with them, my cunt seems so cheap. I really don't understand. Fucking me like this is a complete waste.
Before I could even protest, they tied my hands and hoisted me to the light fixture on the ceiling. My feet barely touched the ground, dangling like a toy. I didn't know what they were going to do next, it was infuriating. I thought they were just going to fuck me like that, but it wasn't. They hoisted one of my legs up, making my legs into a vertical split. My genitals were completely exposed.
They clamped my breasts between my hoisted legs, wrapping a wire around them and tying the ends to my nipples. I didn't dare lower my legs even a little bit now, because that would damage my nipples. I begged them for mercy, and they laughed, inserting their penises into my vagina and anus respectively. Now I knew what it meant to experience pain and pleasure simultaneously. I was
like a punching bag, relentlessly being pounded by their penises. In the midst of stimulation and fear, I slowly experienced the essence of sexuality, the grandeur of sensuality. I don't know when, but as I struggled helplessly in a dazed state during sex, they ejaculated. At that moment, I felt no sexual pleasure; I felt as if their penises had stolen my essence.
I didn't know when they left; I only knew I was still hanging from the ceiling, my semen flowing over my numb anus and vagina, and down one of my legs. I waited helplessly for my son to return. I didn't know how much longer my breasts could last.
When my son came back, he was horrified to see me: I was hanging from the ceiling, head down, my nipples had turned blackish-purple, and three fruit knives were stuck upside down in my anus. The cold blades were a warning to my son. A beer bottle was stuck in my vagina, the bottle inside and the barrel outside, I didn't know how deep it was.
My son didn't call the police, perhaps for my future, perhaps for something else, I didn't think about it, and I didn't want to think about it anymore. Maybe my son thought I would become his target for revenge.

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