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As I write this, my buttocks are still swollen. I'm writing this on my knees, although it doesn't hurt as much as it did
this afternoon . But I'm likely to get another beating when he gets back.

My buttocks, or more accurately, my hips, are
swollen from being beaten by my son, my own son who's a freshman in college, every day for the past few days.

I'm 39 years old, and my son is 19. Four years ago, when my son had just turned 15, we did something we
shouldn't have.

It was six months after my divorce from my husband. One of the lovers who caused my divorce
came to my house during his lunch break. We made love in the bedroom. My son came home. He usually goes to school during lunch breaks, but perhaps
it was fate, he inexplicably came back that day and saw me and my lover having sex. Unfortunately, that man
was a pervert. He was doing it to me from behind while inserting an eggplant into my anus. I was being fucked so hard that I was
lying on the bed with my eyes rolling back. My son saw all of this. He kicked open the door, and the lover ran away. Before running away, he
ejaculated. My son angrily threw a pillow at me and chased after him, while I was still in a dazed and dizzy state,
panting heavily.

My son couldn't catch up and rushed back. I was still on the bed, not knowing whether I was dizzy from being fucked or
terrified . My genitals were wet, my vagina was leaking semen, and there was a large eggplant inserted into my anus.

My utter disarray enraged my son. He lunged at me, choking me to death.
I passed out. When I awoke, he was brutally fucking me. Seeing I was awake, he choked me again until
I passed out again. I don't know how long he fucked me or how many times he choked me unconscious. When I finally woke up, it was dark.
The house was pitch black, and my genitals were throbbing with pain. I turned on the lamp and saw two cucumbers and
a small piece of cloth inserted into my vagina. The eggplant was still stuck in my anus. I struggled to pull out the objects, my
whole body convulsing with pain, my lower body numb with agony. Deep inside my vagina was a white pair of
underwear . When I pulled it out, some white and red fluid gushed out, staining the underwear
.

My son was nowhere to be found.

I went to his school, my ex-husband's, and his classmates' places, but I couldn't find him. A week later, he returned.

When he came back, he was a completely different person. He ignored me and begged for my forgiveness, but his cold expression
was like a knife, and his eyes were filled with contempt and disgust. I often cried at night. During that time, my lover also
called to check on me, but I hysterically cried and cursed him away.

The house felt like a cold, empty coffin. I couldn't bear my son's contemptuous eyes and thought about suicide, but
he was only in his first year of high school. I couldn't just leave him like that, even though he looked down on me and didn't want me
anymore. I couldn't bear to abandon him. I thought a lot and decided to wait until he went to university, left home
, or graduated and got a stable job. I would leave him some money so he could be independent, and then I would leave him
forever , leave this world.

About a month after that incident, one summer night, my son wasn't home as usual.
Since that incident, he often didn't come home for a day or two at a time, and I didn't dare ask him.

It must have been around 11 or 12 at night. I was lying in bed, half asleep, when I heard the door open.
It was my son coming home. Knowing he was back, I felt a little relieved. Even though he didn't want me anymore, what
mother doesn't worry about her son? Knowing he was home put my mind at ease, and I quickly fell asleep.

I was asleep when the room light suddenly came on. I opened my eyes and saw my son burst
in and immediately climbed onto the bed, pulling back my blanket. Because it was summer, I was only wearing a thin
nightgown. Before I could even sit up, he pushed me back down, lifted my dress, and started pulling off my underwear. I
was shocked and scared. I asked him what he was doing, but he ignored me, just snorted, and quickly pulled off
my underwear. He forcefully spread my legs, grabbed my breast with one hand, and pulled off his
underwear with the other. Soon, I saw his erect penis. I tried to push him away, begging him to stop, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them
to my shoulders. With his erect penis, he thrust it fiercely into my vagina. The moment his penis entered my vagina
, a slight pain, accompanied by a sense of shame and the feeling of my vagina being filled,
brought eyes.

I closed my eyes, letting the tears stream down my face, letting my son roam freely inside me. I never expected him
to treat me like this again. He brazenly fondled my breasts, licking and kissing my nipples in turn.
I tried to suppress the pleasure, but my body wouldn't obey my mind. I felt my nipples harden, and
my vagina betrayed me by leaking fluids under my son's thrusts. My body gradually softened and heated, and I involuntarily
began to moan.

Suddenly, my son slapped me hard across the face. I opened my eyes in pain, tears streaming down my face. I saw him cursing
fiercely contemptuously: "You filthy bitch, look at your slutty face!" He then pulled out his penis from my vagina, lifted my
buttocks, and thrust it into my anus with a whoosh, fast and hard. My anus was completely unprepared, and a tearing pain made
my upper body arch. Before I could recover, he pushed me down and began to thrust violently.

I gasped for breath in pain, screaming repeatedly. My son, filled with a vengeful glee, thrust into me violently
while cursing, "I'll fuck you to death, you slut! You're so horny, aren't you? I'll fuck you to death, fuck your cunt raw!"

My anus burned with excruciating pain, as if it were being torn apart. The more I struggled, the more intense the pain became. I begged him to be gentler,
to go slower, but he didn't care about my life or death. The more I suffered, the happier he was. My head swayed back and forth on the pillow as I screamed loudly .
My son was like a madman. I don't know how long he thrust in and out, each thrust penetrating deep into my intestines
, my entire buttocks feeling like they were about to split open. With a final, violent burst of thrusts, he roared like a wild beast,
jumped up, grabbed his penis, and, facing my face, sprayed my head and
face with hot semen like a machine gun.

From then on, my son tormented me in various ways, and I endured his torment as if atoning for my sins. Slowly,
sometimes after he finished venting, he would gently kiss me, and I would feel incredibly moved. As long as he was even slightly
kind to me, all the suffering I endured felt like a blessing. Gradually, I also succumbed to his torment...
I get a masochistic pleasure from my son. He has many tricks up his sleeve. He often unexpectedly flips me onto the sofa, slaps
me a few times, and then kisses me deeply. Sometimes when I'm cooking in the kitchen, he will gently hug
my waist from behind and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. Sometimes when I'm watching TV, he will suddenly grab my hair and throw me to the floor
, making me perform oral sex and swallow his semen. Sometimes he will tie me up with a rope and rape me. Sometimes he will whip me with a belt and
then lovingly lick and kiss my wounds with tears in his eyes. He wants to see me lay eggs, so he inserts a tennis ball into my vagina.
He wants me to drink his urine. When I wash my hair, he urinates on my head and uses the urine to wash off the shampoo. Sometimes when he's
doing his homework and is thirsty, he makes me urinate in a cup for him to drink. For a while, he disliked the taste of my urine, so he
made me drink it until it was choked and then urinated on it for him to drink. I was often completely drunk.

Last year, he had another wicked idea: he wanted to breastfeed me. He would suckle my nipples until they ached terribly,
but there was still no milk. He then said he would get me pregnant, saying that only then would I produce milk. But I already had an IUD.
One day, he made a hook out of wire, saying he wanted to remove it. I explained and begged him repeatedly, saying that it
would puncture my uterus, and he reluctantly gave up. He often played with my breasts with them, angrily saying, "
Such big breasts, not a single drop of milk inside. I might as well cut them off and stew them to eat." During that time, I was truly
terrified of this kind of life until he finished high school and went to university. I was finally free, but
the loneliness often made me... Thinking of my son, I often reminisce about the time he tortured and raped me, because I also derived a lot of pleasure from
his sadism, and it was an extremely intense kind of pleasure. I remember once
when he pierced my nipple with a needle, I felt a surge of intense pleasure throughout my body amidst the excruciating pain, and my genitals even ejaculated fluid. But I didn't dare tell
him, afraid that he would keep piercing me with needles in the future. I miss his violence against me, I miss the thrusting of his penis in and out of my
vagina and anus, I miss the smell of his semen, and even the smell of his urine. I remember once he
whipped me with a belt until I was covered in bruises, and then made me perform oral sex on him, repeatedly penetrating my mouth, ejaculating in my mouth,
and then using his semen to treat my wounds as if to heal me.

I waited day and night for his vacation to arrive, for him to come back. But when he returned this time, I found
him to be very depressed. It turned out he had a girlfriend, but they broke up before the vacation. He loved that girl very much. I
felt a pang of sadness and tried to comfort him, but he took it out on me. He said that although my breasts were big, they weren't as firm and
elastic as hers, my vagina wasn't as tight as hers, and that a fist could fit into my anus. He even called me a stinky cunt.
A few days ago , I went to collect rent. I haven't worked since the divorce, living off the rent from several properties and a hotel.
When I came home a little late, he flew into a rage. These past few days, after we've had sex, he beats my
buttocks with a paddle, calling me a bad woman. Each time he beats me, the pain is so bad I can't sit or lie down for days. Recently, he
said he's going to completely ruin my buttocks to see if I'll still try to seduce men. For the past two weeks, I've basically been
lying on my stomach . Sometimes the pain is so bad I can't even walk around the house; I have to crawl. He often lifts my skirt to check,
looking for any area that shows even a slight improvement, then beats it again with the paddle and a cane until it bleeds. He said
he'll keep my buttocks ruined until he goes back to school. He also warned me not to cry while he's beating me, and to laugh afterward, or
he'll do the same to my breasts.

He still has more than two weeks until he goes back to school. What should I do? Can anyone help me?

I can't save you. I strongly suggest recording your ordeal and making it into a movie. It would be a classic mother-son SM story.
It
's not worth your sympathy.
If you dare to commit incest, you should accept the punishment for incest. I agree, it's a domestically produced, uncensored, heavy-taste SM story in standard Mandarin. I guarantee it will make you famous overnight. It's a really good article. Thank you for sharing. A better title and more content would be even better. Very good. I haven't seen it before. The plot seems good. Pictures would be even better. This first-person perspective looks strange; third-person is better. It's shocking that you have such a perverted son. I feel so sorry for you! I feel like she actually enjoys it.
Is it a true story? It's too violent! Why didn't you call the police?

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