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I never expected to meet her under these circumstances.
"Sir, two hundred dollars for the whole service, how about it?" she said to me.
I don't know how long I stood there, only that I stood dumbfounded in front of
the iron gate , staring at her. She repeated her words three times.
"How old are you?" I couldn't quite believe the woman in front of me was her, and wanted to confirm.
"Sir, don't look down on me for being old! Someone my age is experienced! I guarantee you'll be well served!"
She eagerly pressed her breasts against my shoulder, took my hand, and pulled me inside.
Eighteen years had passed since we last met, and now we were a prostitute and her client. Feeling that long-lost
soft touch of her breasts again, I was completely bewildered and let her pull me inside without any thought.
"Boss, you're very young and unfamiliar. I rarely serve such young and handsome men. Since it's the
first day of business, I'll give you a big bonus: two hundred dollars for two 'flights'!" She began to undress me.
Looking at her, I was filled with emotion. How many years ago was the last time she helped me change
?
Bewildered, I was quickly stripped naked, and she removed her cheap, semi-transparent slip
dress and her worn-out black lace bra. She took my hand and led me into the very small bathroom.
I kept staring at her. The middle-aged woman's figure was slightly loose, but she still possessed a pair of ample
breasts, and her abdomen was still relatively slender for a middle-aged woman. Her mature curves were still alluring, but her face…
how could she look so old? I was only six when she ran away from home, and now I'm twenty-four, meaning she's only
forty-six. How could she look so aged? What kind of life has she been living for the past ten years?
"Boss, why are you staring at me like that? Am I ugly? Or not to your taste?" she
said as she lathered me with soap.
"No, I just think you look familiar," I replied honestly.
"Really? I don't recall. Does the boss often see women my age?"
"No, this is my first time."
After showering, she led me into the room, laid me down on the bed, and then knelt down on my lower body, beginning to massage
my penis.
Her movements were indeed skilled; my penis slowly became engorged and hard in front of the person closest to me. Looking into her
eyes as she gazed at my penis, feeling the gentleness of her fingers and skin, and her hot breath on my penis, my pubic hair
swayed timidly with her breathing.
My heart was in turmoil. I knew what was about to happen. Although she no longer recognized me after eighteen years,
I knew clearly who she was to me. Should I let her continue like this?
While my mind was still battling with these thoughts, she had already taken my glans into her mouth.
An unprecedented shock came from my most sensitive area, and I couldn't help but tremble all over.
The person I'd longed for and hated
for eighteen years was now giving me oral sex. She, who should have been the most respected, the most sacred and inviolable person in my life, was now treating me like her patron, like a slave, taking the dirtiest part of my body
into her mouth and sucking it with all her might, trying to please me with her tongue.
After one round of sucking, she released my glans, then extended her tongue to lick the small opening in the middle, licking up
the secretions that flowed out. After eating every last drop, she slowly moved down, sucking every vein and fold, until she reached
my scrotum, which she then took entirely into her mouth and sucked hard.
Never before had a woman served me like this, and I couldn't help but close my eyes and feel it. Although I knew very well that she treated
every man who entered her this way, at this moment, I had a strange feeling that she was
atoning for the mistake she made by abandoning me years ago in the most degrading way. In a hazy state, I also felt that she was using her lips and
tongue to measure and confirm my growth over the past eighteen years!
The kisses deepened, and before I knew it, my lower body was slightly lifted—she was licking my anus!
I couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!" Why? Why would you do this?
You have a husband and son, a warm family, you could be a happy housewife,
but now you're licking a man's anus for money! Why are you willing to stoop to this level?
My blood boiled, and I abruptly stood up, forcefully pressing her head down with both hands, and shoved my already throbbing penis into
her mouth.
Though startled, she didn't resist, kneeling before me like a master, relentlessly swallowing and spitting out the penis she
had . The force was strong, each thrust going deep into her throat. Her eyes were bloodshot, tears streaming down her face, saliva constantly
overflowing from her mouth.
Beg for mercy! Apologize! Beg me to let you go! Apologize for the harm you've done to me over the past eighteen years!
I didn't say anything, and she didn't beg for mercy. She was indeed a professional slut;
even when she choked and felt nauseous, even when her vision rolled back slightly, she still endured it submissively, without begging or showing any desire for me to stop
.
Seeing her attitude, I became even more enraged and intensified my actions. After dozens of frantic thrusts with all my might
, I released a large amount of semen, brimming with resentment, deep into her throat.
Her head was gripped tightly by my cold hands; she had nowhere to escape, only able to choke on my still very hard penis
, her hands pounding my thighs
, begging me to withdraw. I released her, and she spat out my penis, spraying a large amount of saliva mixed with semen onto the sheets. She collapsed to the side,
panting.
"I love 'this,' can you handle it?" I said emotionlessly.
"Heh...no...not...too...hard...I can...heh...heh..." She spat out another large
mouthful of semen. Seeing her lying on the bed, her face streaked with tears, saliva, and filth, I saw a small woman ,
weathered by life's hardships , so pitiful, so fragile. My heart surged, and I couldn't help but gently embrace her. "I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" I whispered in her ear, lightly caressing her breasts. "No...it's alright, as long as you're happy..." She recovered, reverting to her previous seductive manner, reaching for my penis. We embraced like this, and suddenly felt a warm comfort, as if I were nestled in her sweater . I remembered those days before I was six, burying my head in her chest, acting coquettishly. The image before me seemed slightly tinged with yellow, and my heart warmed. I lowered my head to kiss the two rosy nipples on her chest. I suckled hard, almost as if I were swallowing her milk. Suddenly, one hand moved down, parting her labia, teasing her unusually prominent nipples. Whether it was a genuine reaction or her professional approach, she responded to my actions with perfectly timed twists and moans.

Yin, without my noticing, naturally and skillfully put a condom on me, slowly lying down on the bed with her legs
spread in , guiding me into her body with her hands.
Finally, our bodies joined, but surprisingly, it didn't bring the expected, unimaginable impact. Her insides were
very spacious, empty and boundless; I felt like a clay ox sinking into the sea, unable to find a foothold.
Feeling her vagina so loose, my heart ached. Over the years, how many men have humiliated you
? Made you like this?
Did you ever imagine that one day, your own son, would be on top of you, brutally thrusting and
humiliating you? And you would still despise your looseness?
Thinking of this, my nose stung, and I knew my eyes were beginning to redden. She, however,
was completely unaware of being trampled and violated by the person she loved most, still trying her best to twist her waist to accommodate me, her hands stroking my
hair as if filled with love.
"Actually, I also have a son about your age. I wonder how he is now? What is he doing right now
?" she suddenly said casually.
What is he doing now? He's doing you right now! Your son found out you'd fallen into prostitution, and now,
to get revenge for your heartless abandonment of him, he's treating you like any other old prostitute, paying you two hundred yuan to "sleep
" with you!
Unable to suppress the grief and excitement within me any longer, I roughly flipped her over, making her lie on her stomach like a bitch. Taking
advantage of her inattention, I removed the condom and thrust directly into the vagina that gave birth to me. The
direct, unobstructed contact felt completely different. Reaching the very end, I forced open a soft mass of sensation
, which enveloped me. I knew clearly that it was the womb that had nurtured me, and it was
sucking on my glans, the two closely related reproductive organs embracing and intertwining as one.
I frantically thrust and pounded into her, simultaneously kneading and gripping her swaying breasts,
pinching her nipples hard with my fingers, and frantically sucking and biting her back.
Unable to withstand such torment, she soon screamed from the relentless thrusting, shaking her head and trying
to push me away. I ignored her, grabbing her hair with my left hand and slapping her round
buttocks hard with my right, subjecting her to my humiliation.
The sounds of the relentless thrusting and slapping rose and fell, her body stiffening, her eyes rolling back, her face raised and
mouth , but unable to utter a sound.
In the mirror of the dressing table beside me, her contorted face, filled with unbearable tears, came into view. My excitement was beyond
measure. I grabbed her arms from behind, arched my back, and thrust into her with my last ounce of strength, brutally abusing her.
Lost in the frenzy of the brutal abuse, my vision blurred. As I thrust, I saw
the scene of her breastfeeding me with half her breast exposed, the scene of her telling me fairy tales to lull me to sleep, the scene of her in bed with another
man, and the scene of her pushing me away as I cried and leaving the house. My vision went black, and all around was silent. I felt again the warmth of
her feet wrapped around mine in the autumn chill , her sweater close to mine. My semen erupted like a burst dam, more violently than ever before, completely conquering and occupying the womb that gave birth to me. Afterwards, I showered, got dressed, and paid the bill. I 'accidentally' scattered the banknotes on the floor, but she didn't seem to care, squatting down in front of me and picking them up one by one. " This is for you to buy something to eat," she said as she saw me out. "Boss, you're amazing! I haven't been treated like this by a customer in a long time . Come more often, I'll give you half price!" "Hmm..." "Introduce your friends! I'll give them a discount!" "Okay..." Not long after leaving the office, a lecherous old man brushed past her. Looking back, I saw him flirting with her. I knew he would follow, pinning my dearest person down on the bed, raping and humiliating her. Leaving that Tang Dynasty building, I found myself under the scorching sun again. Looking up at the intense sunlight, I felt completely drained. Some things were lost, some things were dead. Although I didn't feel happy at that moment, I knew clearly that my years of obsession and resentment towards her had come to an end.

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