[My Mother is a Sex Worker] (Part 2) Author: Hungry Jack

Author: Hungry Jack
Word Count: 14519

(Part 2)

After graduating from university, the next step was naturally to find a job. At this time, I once again experienced the hardships of life.
Although I graduated from a top-tier university with a decent major, for a
small-town kid like me, with neither money nor connections, finding a good job was still extremely difficult.

I wandered around the provincial capital for over a month without any success. For jobs with good pay, my education met the requirements, but my connections
weren't enough; employers valued family background more. For the lower-paying jobs, I looked at the contracts—they practically wanted me to sell myself
into slavery. Looking at the salaries, it

was better to go back to the countryside and farm. I had studied hard for ten years, finally graduating with a higher degree, yet my mother still had to
support … Thinking about how hard my mother worked to earn money, my heart ached like it was bleeding.

I recalled seeing my mother in various corners near my home, wearing brightly colored stockings and short skirts, being
brutally penetrated from behind by neighboring men who would lift her beautiful leg. Seeing me pass by, my mother would anxiously
shout and yell , telling me to hurry up and go home! Seeing that I was young, the neighbor uncle would deliberately tease my
mother and me, insisting that I watch him abuse her. Right in front of me, they would violently penetrate my mother's vagina while slapping
her buttocks and pulling her nipples.

When school fees were due and money was tight, my mother had to "work overtime," forced to bring strange men home
for the night. In my unforgettable memories, during those nights, while other residents turned off their lights and went to sleep,
our house remained brightly lit and bustling.

According to the neighbors, whenever money was tight,
at least . These men were all regulars in the neighborhood; because they lived nearby, they often stayed out very late. Even in the early hours of the morning, you could still hear men's lewd laughter and women's moans coming
from my mother's bedroom. These unscrupulous clients raped or gang-raped my mother everywhere in my house—in the living room, the toilet, the bedroom. Every corner of the house bore the marks of their defilement. But as a professional prostitute, my mother was incredibly dedicated. As long as the clients paid enough, she would almost always let them do as they pleased without complaint. They made my mother strip naked and play cards with them. The loser didn't have to pay, but the winner got the chance to have sex with my mother, freely using all three of her orifices within a set time. They made her kneel on the ground to perform oral sex, thrust into her anus while her buttocks were raised, or gave her an enema with a beer bottle… After the last hand of cards, three or four men would all come at once, inserting several penises into my mother's vagina, anus, and mouth simultaneously, performing a piston-like motion—the so-called "three-hole ejaculation." Although my mother was a prostitute, she was still a vulnerable woman. The sudden insertion of three penises into her caused her to scream in pain, her moans filling the air, waking me from my sleep . ... But I digress. After interviewing at my last company and being rejected again by the manager, I was deeply hurt and disappointed . I decided to temporarily leave the provincial capital and return to my hometown to discuss things with my mother. Upon arriving home, I ran into the security guard, Old Zhao, at the entrance of our residential complex. We'd been neighbors for over ten years, so I chatted with him. Knowing I had graduated from university this year, Old Zhao asked me about my job search. I told him truthfully, "Nothing has come of it." Old Zhao shook his head, sighed, and said he understood. He then advised me, "Your mother works hard to earn money; you need to find work soon and support yourself." Since we were talking about my mother, I casually asked Old Zhao if I had seen her that day. Old Zhao pursed his lips and said he hadn't seen my mother, but he knew where she was—in the internet cafe across the street. "What's Mom doing in the internet cafe?" I wondered… Leaving Old Zhao's office, I headed straight for the illegal internet cafe across the street. Although it was an illegal internet cafe, it was surprisingly large. Two floors, and from the outside, the space didn't , but it was packed with dozens of computers. The counter at the entrance resembled a small shop, selling cigarettes, snacks, instant noodles—everything. Since it was the only internet cafe in our area, it was always packed with people going to surf the internet and play games. It was open 24 hours a day, and its business was enviable. Because I had only ever focused on my studies since childhood, I had never been to an internet cafe until I went to university, when I first encountered computer games. Standing at the open entrance of the internet cafe, I didn't go in, but instead peeked inside and found my mother there! She was sitting side-by-side with a middle-aged man behind the counter. The two were acting very intimately. Looking down, I saw the man's hand on my mother's snow-white thigh, caressing her inner thigh through her stockings. My mother had her arm around the man's thick neck, seemingly whispering something. Then, I saw the man slip one hand inside my mother's floral skirt, seemingly teasing and rubbing her genitals with his fingers. My mother involuntarily shivered. Coincidentally, at that time, no one was at the counter turning on or off their computers, so the middle-aged man's hands became increasingly indecent. He even unbuttoned my mother's collar and openly began to knead her large breasts. Although my mother was nearly forty, her large, plump breasts were still very firm. The middle-aged man bounced her breasts around like a ball, supporting the base of her breasts with his hands, moving them up and down, left and right. My mother neither spoke nor resisted his actions, letting him touch and pinch her as he pleased . After a while, my mother went to the restroom. When she came out, she was carrying her stockings, bra , and panties, which she had probably just taken off… Several young men around her saw this and stared at her in surprise. My mother noticed that they were staring at what she was holding, their eyes filled with lust. In an instant, her face flushed bright red. She quickly hurried back to the counter. It turned out that it was all thanks to that middle-aged man. He felt that touching a woman through clothing was still a bit inappropriate, so he told my mother to go to the restroom and take off all her underwear, stockings, and other clothing so that he could have direct, intimate contact with her.

...

This middle-aged man was the owner of this internet cafe. His surname was He, and he was almost fifty years old. The neighbors all called him Old
He.

Old He was the cousin of the town director. Because of this connection,
when internet cafes were booming and sweeping the country, he opened a black-market internet cafe in this shabby alley. After all, he was a relative of a leader, and Old
He was very influential in the area. The lower-level officials in the bureau never dared to make things difficult for him.

I stood outside the internet cafe, watching other men harass my mother.
The teenagers were endless. Some of them looked at me with surprise, thinking I was an idiot; others followed my
gaze to the counter, saw my mother sitting on a man's lap, and laughed maliciously.

Unconsciously, the sky gradually darkened.

"Forget it, I should just go home..."

I thought to myself.

Like when I was a child after school, I carried a worn-out backpack and walked home alone, lost and confused
.

As I passed the alleyway, I suddenly heard someone call my name. I stopped and looked around;
the voice seemed to be coming from that direction—in the bicycle shed not far away, three or four young men were squatting and smoking.
I recognized one of them: wasn't that my good brother Zhang Qiang?!

"You're back? Why didn't you tell your buddy?"

Zhang Qiang said with a smile, pulling my shoulder. The young men beside him, seeing that I was Zhang Qiang's friend,
immediately came over and offered me cigarettes.

I waved my hand, saying I didn't smoke.

"Where are you going? Why are you carrying a bag?"

"Just got off the bus, I'm heading home..."

After a few brief pleasantries, Zhang Qiang suddenly looked troubled and asked me awkwardly,
"Hua Zi, um... I'm a little short on cash lately, you know... could you help me out?"

"Help... help with what?"

"Nothing much, just... lend me some money, I'll pay you back next week!"

Hearing the words "lend money," I immediately became uncomfortable too: "Oh, but I don't have any cash on me,
only cards."

After saying that, I was about to leave when one of Zhang Qiang's friends called out to me: "Wait, wait
! What's the rush?!"

The guy looked like a thug, and you could tell he wasn't someone to mess with: "Didn't you say you didn't have any money on you? You must have some
at home !"

Zhang Qiang's eyes lit up when he heard that, but then dimmed again. After a long pause, he
looked at me helplessly and said, "Hua Zi, I'm really sorry! Please help us out, we'll go back and get it with you."

I then pleaded with him a few more times, and soon, the men next to Zhang Qiang, who had been all smiles
, now had angry expressions on their faces. Seeing the situation was getting out of hand, I was conflicted but helpless
. After thinking for a moment, I decided to just accept my bad luck.

Then, I led Zhang Qiang and the others home. When we got to the door, I didn't let them in, but
made them wait in the hallway while I went inside to get some cash—a way to avoid further trouble.

...

Around 10:30 pm, my mother finally returned home.

As soon as I entered the door, my mother
was startled realized it was none other than her only son.
Excitedly, she ran over and hugged me tightly, saying, "Son, why are you back?! Did you miss me
?"

Even though I'm over twenty, my mother still treats me like a child.

Seeing her made me incredibly happy and excited; it was as if all the unpleasantness from before
vanished in that instant.

I turned off the noisy TV, took my mother's hand, and we sat together on the sofa,
cuddling and chatting about our recent lives.

As we talked, my mother seemed to consciously part her legs slightly. Under her black miniskirt, the crotch of her
pantyhose was soaked, and her thick labia were parted at the entrance of her vulva, vaguely revealing
the tender flesh writhing inside her vagina.

Seeing my mother's lower body slick with moisture, I asked knowingly, "Mom, why aren't you wearing underwear?
Your stockings are all wet..."

My mother didn't answer my question directly. She gave me a seductive look, and finally couldn't resist,
pulling me tightly into her arms, panting, "Son, Mom missed you so much! Quick... quick, give it to Mom!"

With that, she stuck out her tongue wantonly, glistening saliva dripping from its tip onto her
pantyhose- thighs; her desire burned fiercely, and she looked at me expectantly, her expression both
wanton and alluring.

Faced with such temptation, what man could resist?

I quickly stood up, removed my clothes, revealing my erect penis; my mother immediately took off
her pantyhose and lay down on the sofa, spreading her legs wide. I excitedly pounced on my mother, a familiar scent
wafting towards me—so comforting! Although she was wearing cheap perfume, it still left a lingering aftertaste.

Then, I finally returned to the gate that gave me birth. With a powerful thrust of my hips, I plunged my entire
penis into my mother's vagina.

As my cock pumped wildly, my hands were not idle either. One hand kneaded my mother's full
breasts , while the other caressed the base of her thighs. It had been months since we'd made love, and tonight I was exceptionally vigorous.
Under the ravages of my large penis, my mother's tender vaginal opening continuously gushed with lustful fluids, soaking a large area of the sofa cushions.

"Baby...your thing is so big..."

"I'm...I'm sorry, Mom...Mom...I can't hold back anymore..."

"Harder...fuck me harder! Fuck Mom to death..."

Mom's little cunt seemed to have an itchy disease. She desperately twisted her white and tender buttocks, trying her best
to rub my glans with the vaginal walls to relieve the itch; I was not to be outdone. Every few thrusts, I deliberately sank my hips down
hard , and with a long "whoosh..." sound, my cock was completely inside, and the glans was right up to Mom's cervix.

"Ouch! Baby, Mom is going to be fucked to death by you!"

Hearing Mom's lewd words, I suddenly saw the scene of johns having fun on Mom's body.
I couldn't help but work even harder, thrusting my lower body desperately, fucking the flesh inside Mom's cunt until it turned outwards,
as if a silent punishment.

My mother and I were locked in a passionate embrace, making love for over an hour on the old sofa at home.
Finally, I felt a tingling sensation in my glans.

Knowing I was about to ejaculate, my mother quickly twisted her hips, got up, and crawled between my legs.
Then she opened her bright red cherry-like mouth and took the glans I had just pulled from her vagina into her mouth
. After a period of careful sucking and licking, I finally released my semen, ejaculating into her mouth with a "plop plop plop."

...

The next morning, I slept until after 11 a.m. When I got up, my mother had just returned from grocery shopping.

The sun was shining brightly that day. My mother was wearing a light green dress, the hem just past her knees, elasticated and
with many pretty lace details; underneath, she was wearing black pantyhose and
shiny leather boots.

This sexy and alluring outfit not only completely obscured my mother's real age, but also made her
look incredibly seductive and provocative, exuding a strong aura of carnal desire... Keep in mind, in just
a few months , my mother will be forty years old.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Mom asked, placing breakfast on the table for me.

"Hmm, I slept very soundly, probably because I was tired..."

I replied listlessly, still half-asleep.

As my mother and I were eating, there was a knock at the door. Opening it, I found it was Zhang Qiang.

"Hey, everyone's home... Perfect! I haven't eaten either."

Zhang Qiang was quite unceremonious, swaggering onto the table.

Upon seeing her son's good friend, my mother acted completely differently. Instead of her usual
warm welcome, she exclaimed in surprise, her face turning bright red.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

"Nothing, nothing... I... I'll go get him some more rice."

With that, my mother walked away, her face pale. Zhang Qiang, standing to the side, had a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, as if
he were grinning strangely.

I found it odd, but didn't think much of it at the moment, and smiled as I said to Zhang Qiang, "Xiao Qiang, I went to bed
late last night, and I was planning to come and play with you this afternoon!"

"Oh...yes, Hua Zi, it's been a while since we've seen each other, hasn't it? Come on, let me pay you back
the money !"

Zhang Qiang said, taking out the money from his wallet and returning it to me.

After a while, my mother came out of the kitchen, carrying several plates of cold dishes. She said, "Since
it's getting late, let's just combine breakfast and lunch." Looking at the table full of delicious food, I rubbed my hands together,
ready to feast.

But strangely, my mother stood in front of the table and stopped, as if she didn't want to sit down.

Just as I was completely bewildered, Zhang Qiang suddenly spoke up, "Auntie, stop pretending!" Before

he finished speaking, Zhang Qiang lifted my mother's skirt and placed his hands on her large buttocks, pinching and squeezing her flesh
through her black stockings. Although my mother's face was filled with reluctance,
she stood motionless, letting Zhang Qiang play with her buttocks…

Damn it! All these years, I'd been kept in the dark!

Only now did I finally understand: my longtime best friend, Zhang Qiang, had usurped my place.
Ever since I went to university in the provincial capital, he had used various methods to have an affair with my mother behind my back.

Initially, their relationship was relatively discreet, like the incestuous protagonists in pornographic novels. My mother was always
half-heartedly acquiescing, and Zhang Qiang always knew when to stop, not going too far, after all, he was still considering my feelings… But
after a year or two, because I was away studying for months at a time, Zhang Qiang became increasingly unscrupulous, and my mother completely
became his sex toy.

Zhang Qiang boasted to others that my mother was his family's housekeeper, and that after she finished her chores, he would take her
to bed and have sex with her. Later, those people didn't believe Zhang Qiang and said he was just bragging.
Foolishly, Zhang Qiang invited them to gang rape my mother in groups of three or five, or
drag her out of the house and take her to a nearby hotel to abuse and play with her as they pleased. Even worse, the truth soon came out,
and Zhang Qiang's father found out too. Instead of blaming Zhang Qiang, his father joined him in raping my
mother give two blowjobs at the same time, and penile stimulation of both her anus and vagina—a true case of father and son sharing the same bed…

Knowing the truth, I felt extremely aggrieved. On one side were my close friends, and on the other was
my mother who had raised me. A thousand thoughts swirled within me, leaving me speechless with grief.

Just as I remained silent, my mother, who had been completely quiet, spoke up: "Son, actually... actually,
Mom knows everything..."

"You know what?"

I asked without looking up.

"Mom knows that when you were in school, you... you drugged me several times, and then...

and then let Xiaoqiang... have sex with me..."

When we were in school? Five or six years ago? This...

Ah! So my mother knew all along that she had been drugged and raped, but she just hadn't said it.

"Those times, you invited Xiaoqiang over to play, and every time he came over, I would get so sleepy in no time...

After waking up, my thighs would be sore, and my lower body would hurt, and sometimes there would be teeth marks on my chest...
Mom is an expert, after all, do you think I couldn't see these symptoms?"

Listening to my mother's detailed account, I felt my ears ringing and was completely at a loss.

"Hey, let's all shut up!"

Zhang Qiang stood up from his chair, interrupting my mother and me. "Hua Zi, listen up, you
'll always be my good brother, I'll never forget that; as for Auntie, let's all be more understanding, since
you're selling yourself anyway, let's keep the profits in the family!"

With that, Zhang Qiang hoisted my mother onto his shoulder and headed straight for the bedroom... Before closing the bedroom door,
Zhang Qiang acted as if nothing had happened, calmly saying to me, "Hurry up and eat, Hua Zi,
I !"

...

Inside the bedroom, Zhang Qiang impatiently pushed my mother down onto the bed. After a hasty tug, the neckline of my mother's
dress was wide open, her bra dangling precariously, leaving only half of it hanging down. Through the crack in the door, I could clearly see
the upper part of my mother's fair breasts exposed, the two round, firm mounds
pressed together by the slipping straps, forming a very deep cleavage that made my mouth water.

At this moment, Zhang Qiang was extremely excited. He vigorously kneaded his mother's two large breasts, greedily tasting and
sucking the very tips of her nipples.

After a while, Zhang Qiang unbuckled his belt and pulled out his penis. Seeing
the reflexively crawled over and took Zhang Qiang's penis into her mouth.

Through the crack in the door, I peeked at my mother kneeling on the floor, vigorously performing oral sex on her boyfriend, and felt a surge of
inexplicable excitement.

Soon, Zhang Qiang's penis was hard and erect from my mother's licking, so my mother got up and sat on the bed,
spreading her legs in an M-shape, then grasped Zhang Qiang's penis and guided it into her vagina.

As soon as the head of Zhang Qiang's penis entered my mother's vaginal opening, he thrust his hips forward, forcefully pushing
his penis into my mother's core… My mother then began to twist her waist, swaying her full breasts
to meet the thrusts of Zhang Qiang's penis.

"Aww...oh...aww..." My mother quickly began moaning loudly as she was being fucked.

After a dozen or so thrusts, Zhang Qiang suddenly stopped and reached under the bed. After fiddling around for a while,
he pulled out two wooden clips.

What were these things? Just as I was wondering, Zhang Qiang grinned lewdly and rubbed my mother's left nipple.
The nipple quickly became erect, and he picked up one of the clips and clamped it onto my mother's left breast... My mother
shook her head from side to side in pain, her face contorted in pain. But Zhang Qiang wasn't satisfied yet. He slapped my mother's fat buttocks hard
and said, "It's not over yet, you slut! Who told you to have such big tits!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhang Qiang picked up another pair of clothespins and clamped them onto my mother's right nipple in the same way
…

Around 4 PM, Zhang Qiang still hadn't left my house. He and my mother were naked, rolling around on the large bed in the bedroom—
the place of passion that usually belonged only to my mother and me—making love for hours, tirelessly
fucking my mother's little cunt.

As for me, my anger had completely subsided, and I silently accepted this reality, now idly watching TV in
the living room .

…

In the following days, for some reason, Zhang Qiang seemed to deliberately avoid me. I had indeed let go of the knot in my heart about what happened that noon
, but after all, it was my own mother who had been fucked by someone else; I couldn't expect to
actively seek him out!

I couldn't worry about that now… The most important thing right now was finding a job.

On Saturday evening, after dinner, my mother and I prepared to go out for a walk, discussing job hunting along the way.

Before leaving the house, Mom made a special effort to dress up: she wore light makeup, her hair was piled up high, and she wore
a sexy mini skirt and black fishnet stockings, with a bulging leather bag slung around her waist.

My mother and I walked aimlessly down the street, my mother holding my arm tightly, speaking softly
like a happy and content young wife.

"Son, the provincial capital is so big, with so many large companies and enterprises, how come you can't find a
good job?"

"The situation now...sigh...it's so different from before. You don't know, the streets are full of college graduates now,
a diploma is just a piece of waste paper!"

"Don't talk nonsense! Mom doesn't believe that my son's university is so good, yet it's not as good as other families'!"

"Mom, you're mistaken. The most important thing isn't the university, but family connections and background.
Employers ..."

"Sigh...this society...it's really..."

"Mom, how about I try my luck in our county first?"

"What? But what good jobs can we find in our small county...you don't want to live with me forever
so we can do *that*, do you?"

"Of course not! What are you thinking? I don't have that kind of thought right now!"

"That's good. Son, you must remember, lust is a double-edged sword; a man must control his
groin."

"I know, you taught me this from a young age..."

My mother and I were chatting when suddenly someone called my mother from behind, calling her by her name: "Hey, Feng Huifang!"

Annoyed at being interrupted, I turned around and saw it was Mr. Hu, the owner of the Shaxian
snack shop .

"It really is you, Little Feng."

Mr. Hu approached us, greeting us with a smile.

"Brother Hu, I'm just taking a walk with my son, you..."

Before my mother could finish speaking, Mr. Hu reached out his thick arm, grabbed her, and began to
roughly fondle her large breasts... We were just out for a stroll, and this happened! My mother and I
stared at each other, unsure what to do.

"Brother Hu... no! My son is still here!"

My mother struggled desperately, her face flushed.

"What does it matter... You're dressed so provocatively today, you're just out looking for a man!"

In front of her child, the mother was humiliated by his words. Although she felt extremely ashamed, she didn't want
to argue, so she just frowned and ignored him. But Mr. Hu wouldn't stop there... After saying that, he squeezed the mother's large breasts
even harder, and even put his hand inside her fishnet stockings, pulled aside her narrow
thong, and inserted two fingers into her vagina at the same time, "plop plop," accompanied by the sound of vaginal fluid,
thrusting in and out. Within a few dozen seconds, the mother's legs went weak, her whole body went limp, her large buttocks kept sinking
down, and she could only cling tightly to Mr. Hu's shoulders with both hands to maintain her balance.

Judging from his skilled technique, this Mr. Hu must have "patronized" my mother quite often.

On the dark street, Boss Hu was brazenly raping my mother, completely ignoring me
as if I didn't exist... I watched them having so much fun, their lewd laughter and moans filling the air.
Staying there would only be humiliating, so I shook my head and walked away silently
.

About ten minutes later, on another street, I was walking dejectedly when I heard
the clatter of high heels. Turning around, I saw my mother, running towards me, sweating profusely.

"Mom, that guy was really going too far,"

I said, annoyed.

"Okay, okay, don't worry about it..."

my mother said breathlessly, then pulled two hundred yuan from her purse. "This guy's pretty big today."
"Fang, look, it hasn't been long, and Mom has already earned two big bills!"

Looking at the banknotes in my mother's hand, I was speechless. The good mood I had during my walk earlier had completely
vanished ...

After returning home, to punish my mother for letting other men grope and mess with me in front of me, I imitated
a scene from a Japanese AV. While watching a movie on the sofa, I had my mother sit beside me, stripped
naked , and kneel on the floor, then made her lick my feet.

My mother didn't object; she didn't get angry at all, no matter how I did it.

Halfway through the movie, I couldn't stand my mother's lewd appearance any longer, so I suddenly stood up from the sofa,
grabbed my mother's hair, and pulled her up with me. I grabbed my mother and threw her down
onto the sofa. She seemed to enjoy being abused, and understood what I was doing. She knowingly parted her
two beautiful, white legs, actively using her fingers to spread her labia…

“Quick…quick…put it in me!”

my mother moaned lasciviously, begging me to insert my penis.

“I’ll fuck you to death! You filthy bitch, you slut!”

This was the first time I had sworn such vulgarities at my mother during sex.

…

The next day, I slept in again.

Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I got up and sat alone in the empty house, my thoughts a jumble of thoughts.
In a daze
while I was pointed at and whispered about at school, living in constant fear. I also thought of how last night, after my mother finished her sex work,
she held a shiny banknote in her hand, a look of satisfaction on her face, and then, shamelessly, the two of them engaged in passionate lovemaking…

I had studied diligently for ten years, enduring hardship and studying relentlessly, yet even with eighteen university diplomas, I couldn't find
a job to support my family, and it couldn't change the fact that my own mother was a prostitute. How
naive I had been for all those years, thinking that getting into university and graduating would pave the way for a bright future.

I had spent half my life studying, yet it was all for nothing—truly a useless scholar! Regret, frustration, disappointment, and
anger surged through me…

At noon, seeing that my mother still hadn't returned home, I went out to eat alone, feeling depressed.

I grabbed my empty wallet and stepped out the door. Before I even crossed the threshold, I witnessed a
horrific —my neighbor, Old Wang, and his accomplices were tormenting my mother. Forced by them, my mother
, naked except for flesh-colored pantyhose and wearing burgundy high heels, was
walking towards a filthy homeless man. This homeless man had been paid by Old Wang and his gang to deliberately humiliate my
mother.

Then, to the homeless man's astonishment, my mother, blushing and frowning, helped him remove
his tattered pants. She then knelt on the ground and, incredibly, took the homeless man's dark, repulsive penis into her mouth
, meticulously performing oral sex on him. While

my mother was giving the homeless man oral sex on the first floor, Old Wang and his gang stood on the second floor, lewdly watching and
occasionally bursting into laughter.

After a while, the homeless man seemed to realize that my mother wasn't mentally ill, but was hired
to perform for the men on the second floor! He then revealed his true, monstrous nature, roughly tearing open
the crotch of my mother's flesh-colored pantyhose, forcing her down onto the concrete floor, and then deliberately lying on top of her, engaging in a 69 position with her in
full view everyone!

After the homeless man ejaculated into my mother's mouth, Old Wang and the others, shouting and yelling, took my mother to
Old Cao's house on the fourth floor.

The door closed, and what happened next is well-known: my poor mother was pushed onto the bed and began to be subjected to
the clients' wanton abuse and humiliation in various ways… As long as the clients were willing to pay, my mother was willing to become a
mindless semen absorber. She neither resisted nor dared to slacken; her only function was
to absorb semen, allowing the clients to empty their filthy semen into her three orifices.

I stood in the middle of the empty hallway, listening to Old Wang and his gang's heavy breathing, lewd laughter, and satisfied howls as they ejaculated
; I imagined their rough hands roaming freely over my mother's fair and plump body, their stinking
mouths greedily sucking on her full, mature nipples and areolas; my mother lying with her legs spread,
or kneeling with her buttocks raised, the men's penises of varying lengths taking turns penetrating her genitals, thrusting wildly in and out of her
vagina …

My mind was filled with sadness and anger, yet a strange excitement stirred within me.

That night, my mother and I made love in our room. When I kissed her breasts,
I noticed faint teeth marks on her areolas. I was furious. But my mother carefully explained that the teeth marks were from the previous night, after we had sex after
our walk home. I was somewhat skeptical, but eventually my anger subsided.

…

A few days later, the kitchen drain broke, so my mother called a plumber. This man
had come to our house a few months ago to fix the clogged toilet.

My mother had changed into comfortable casual clothes after grocery shopping that morning; she was only wearing a pale yellow nightgown,
without a bra, and had forgotten to wear underwear.

The plumber arrived right on time. After a few brief pleasantries with my mother, he got to work
. For several hours, he didn't even drink a cup of tea, constantly working on the waterlogged floor tiles,
pliers in his left hand and a wrench in his right, sweating profusely.

After successfully completing the job, my mother emerged gracefully from the bedroom, smiling and thanking him profusely, while paying
him three hundred yuan for his services.

The plumber took his payment and casually asked, "Madam, where's your son? He even bought me a cigarette when he came to fix
the toilet . He's a nice young man."

My mother's expression brightened at first when he mentioned me, but quickly faded. "Oh, you wouldn't
believe it, my son just graduated from university, but he can't find a job. He's sending out resumes everywhere."

"That's strange. I remember your son telling me he graduated from a top university in the provincial capital. How come he
can't find a job?"

"These days… sigh, I don't want to talk about it…"

Seeing my mother's worried face, the plumber pondered for a moment, and finally spoke.
He said, "Madam, I saw a company notice a few days ago. It seems like this month, our company is recruiting new people.
The pay is pretty good, it's an office position, but they require a diploma, and preferably a local..."

"This...this is wonderful!"

Mom exclaimed excitedly, gesturing wildly. She continued, "Could you please ask around for me? I'm begging you!"

This plumber looked honest and unassuming, but he was a cunning lecher at heart. Seeing that Mom needed his help,
and noticing her revealing clothes and alluringly voluptuous figure, he made a sexually suggestive remark in a low voice
, "Madam, about the job...I'm sure I have no problem. But you see, the pipes in the kitchen are
fixed, but my 'pipe' here is broken. What do you think we should do?"

"This...isn't that a bit inappropriate? How about...how about I give you some money?"

Mom naturally understood his implication, but in broad daylight, in her own home, she really wasn't in
the mood for that.

But the plumber seemed to have my mother figured out. Without warning, he suddenly reached out and
grabbed my mother's already exposed nipple, then pinched it between two fingers and rubbed it hard.

"Ah! No!"

My mother felt the pain from his pinching and couldn't help but cry out in a delicate voice.

"Madam, I don't think you're a respectable woman. Otherwise, why would you dress so provocatively,
not even wearing a bra, knowing I was coming?!" My

mother was hit where it hurt by his words and lowered her head in embarrassment, remaining silent... Then, the plumber took the opportunity
to lift up my mother's nightgown, then spread her thighs apart, revealing my mother's pink vulva and
dark anus below.

My mother's delicate vulva had two large, dark-colored folds of flesh, with a clitoris the size of a soybean sandwiched between them.
The plumber used his fingers to part the two folds of flesh on my mother's vulva, and then, facing the pink, opening
and closing opening, he inserted his strong right middle finger, all the way in.

My mother let out a soft "Ah..." and groaned with her eyes closed. Then, the plumber withdrew his middle finger and inserted his
index and middle fingers together, while using his thumb to tease the clitoris, which quickly turned
bright red.

Under the plumber's finger manipulation, my mother soon became drenched in sweat, her eyes slightly intoxicated,
and to moan incessantly.

Ten minutes later, the plumber was still enthusiastically fingering my mother's vagina... My mother was too exhausted to
continue but to surrender and prepare to have sex with the plumber.

"Enough, enough, I can't take it anymore! You...you come to the room with me..."

As soon as we entered the room, the plumber took off his overalls, revealing his enormous
penis . My mother gasped in shock. Luckily, she was already overflowing with vaginal fluid from his fingers,
and her vagina was incredibly wet. The plumber effortlessly inserted his magnificent penis into her vagina.

He pushed her down onto the bed, panting heavily as he thrust his hips, while placing his hands on her two
snow-white, erect breasts, kneading and rubbing her nipples. The plumber's stamina was astonishing; his penis pounded into my mother's clitoris like a jackhammer,
each thrust eliciting a moan from her. My
mother hadn't encountered such a powerful "guest" in a long time. She wrapped her beautiful legs tightly around the man's waist,
gritted her teeth, and silently endured the intense sexual stimulation in her lower body...

It was past five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was already setting outside the window, but inside the room, the plumber was still on top of my mother,
tirelessly thrusting and pumping.

Another half hour passed, and my mother looked at the muscular man in front of her, still looking highly aroused
. The penis inside her, although it had already ejaculated twice, was still very hard. My mother knew it was
getting late, and I would be going home soon.

So, my mother used all her strength to push the plumber off her. The plumber was very angry and
was about to get angry when my mother had a flash of inspiration and made up a perfect excuse: "That's enough for today, my husband is going home
soon !"

Upon hearing this, the plumber turned pale with fright and immediately got out of bed and dressed in a panic. Before leaving,
he repeatedly promised my mother, "Don't worry about the job, I'll take care of everything."

...

During the first month after graduating and returning to my hometown, I kept looking for work, but the results were still dismal; I got almost
nothing and couldn't find a suitable position.

Meanwhile, my mother was extremely busy. The lecherous men in the neighborhood would come to our house all the time,
of course, all to have sex with my mother.

Usually, the men would make appointments first, then arrive at my house one by one on time. Once they arrived, no matter what my mother
was doing at home, they would grab her and forcibly drag her to the front door. Several times, I even saw impatient clients
press my mother against the wall in the stairwell, making her bend over high, her hands on the wall for support, and then
violently , having sex with her right there in the stairwell.

Sometimes, they didn't even bother to hide it when I was home. For example, last week, I was cutting
fruit in the kitchen while my mother was watching TV in the living room. We were talking to each other when I suddenly couldn't hear
her anymore. So I went out of the kitchen and saw my mother being pinned
down , his penis in her mouth, giving him a "sounding" blowjob!

Of course, what the men in the neighborhood like best is taking my mother to Old Cao's apartment on the fourth floor to play with her, because Old Cao
collects all sorts of "sex toys" from abroad. I overheard some neighbors whispering that my mother was
being hung upside down naked at Old Cao's house, and they were pouring beer and milk into her anus...

Although my mother is a prostitute, she is still my biological mother!
I simply cannot tolerate these shameless acts of these clients.

During the day, things were fine. I was usually out handing out resumes and looking for jobs, so I could ignore my mother 's troubles.

But at night, when my mother and I were resting at home, there were always lecherous men coming to the door, disturbing our happy time together. So later, my mother and I discussed it and made an agreement: every night after I got home and before going to bed, my mother was not allowed to receive any clients. But my mother was, after all, a prostitute, and prostitutes are like commodities in a supermarket, available for anyone to choose from, anytime. If a client wanted to have some fun one second, as long as he had money in his pocket, he would come knocking the next, making my mother...

He'd pull down her pants. Especially after dinner, the idle vagrants in the neighborhood, full and satisfied, would often be overcome with lust
.

I remember it often happened when I was a child. On summer nights, I and a few neighbor kids would be cooling off downstairs
when suddenly, we'd hear a woman's moans and groans coming from upstairs. The neighbor kids were precocious; after all,
their fathers had almost all slept with my mother. Hearing that familiar woman's moans, everyone knew it was Hua Zi
's slutty mother. They all immediately looked at me, their eyes full of smirks. Some of the kids were
very cheeky and would loudly proclaim, "Hua Zi's mother's been ridden again... Hua Zi's mother's been
ridden again..."

...

After my mother and I made an agreement, my mother didn't entertain any clients for almost a week. I was very
satisfied and happy about this, so sometimes when I had nothing to do, I'd take my mother out for a walk.

My mother and I would walk hand in hand, looking intimate, and we'd accidentally run into acquaintances, especially those
lecherous men. They saw my mother and me standing together. My son had just graduated from university and was in his early twenties, while my mother was nearly
forty , but she was well-maintained and full of charm, showing no signs of her age. The two of them standing together didn't look like
mother and son at all.

Lustful men are often very sweet-talking, and they kept "praising" my mother: "You're getting more and more beautiful and
younger every day! Standing next to your son, you don't look like a mother at all, you look like an older sister..."
Although my mother knew the men had ulterior motives, she still felt very pleased with herself. However, while the men's
sweet words were fine, if they tried to grope her, my mother would definitely put on a stern face and refuse outright.

If life could always be like this, how wonderful that would be. Without those shameless patrons, the whole world would just consist of
my mother and me...

According to our agreement, my mother couldn't see any other men except me from evening until dawn. But this
Wednesday night, my mother told me in advance that she had to "receive" an important guest.

This important guest was none other than the plumber who had promised my mother he would help me find a job.
It seemed he had made progress with his company.

On Wednesday evening at 6:00 PM sharp, the plumber arrived at my house as promised.

That day, my mother personally cooked a large table of delicious dishes and even set out a bottle of red wine to
entertain the plumber. After the guest was seated, my mother quietly went back to her room and changed into a set of sexy
lingerie.

Five minutes later, my mother gracefully emerged from her room: she was wearing a lace see-through
top burgundy heart-shaped panties, black stockings, and matching
open-toe high heels.

"Put your chopsticks on, try your older sister's cooking,"

my mother said gently.

The plumber, seeing my mother's provocative attire, completely forgot about the food and was instantly stunned, his
eyes glazed over... A hush fell over the room. My mother said nothing more, only
smiled and gently sat on the plumber's lap. The man had been anticipating this day for a long time, and burning with desire, his
crotch bulged with a large "tent."

Soon, the plumber and my mother were intertwined, their bodies entwined.

They kissed passionately, and a few minutes later, my mother's upper body was almost completely naked, except for two
thin pieces of cotton cloth attached to her nipples, their diameter roughly equal to her areolas. These
were very thin and soft, bulging outwards under my mother's nipples, barely covering them, leaving only a ring of
brown areolas visible.

Later I learned that these were called nipple covers, commonly known as "nipple shields."

It seems my mother went to great lengths to please this plumber!

After a passionate French kiss, the plumber pulled out his penis from his pants and ordered my mother to bend
over so he could penetrate her from behind.

The muscular plumber held my mother's waist and began to violently thrust into her plump buttocks and vulva. Almost
every time he penetrated, his penis was fully inside her, with only a little pubic hair sticking out. My mother's face was flushed from
the plumber 's large penis, her forehead and back were covered in sweat, and her buttocks looked like they had been coated with
oil, shiny and smooth.

Just as the two were getting into the swing of things, someone suddenly knocked on the door. My mother thought it was me returning, and
her face turned pale, and she trembled all over.

But the plumber wasn't in a hurry at all, unlike last time when my mother lied to him saying "my husband is coming back," when he
was so terrified. He continued to fuck my mother hard, calmly saying, "Sister, hurry up and open the door! It's
our Manager Wang. You'll have to rely on him for everything."

With that, the plumber, like an old man pushing a cart, pushed my mother to the door from behind while still fucking her.

When the door opened, a middle-aged bald man, the company's HR manager, surnamed Wang, appeared.

"Wow, you two are really something!" "

Manager Wang... hello... how about... how about... we eat something first?"

My mother, while being brutally fucked, tried her best to charm him with her eyes, speaking sweetly to Manager Wang.

At this moment, no man would be in the mood for food! The manager then spread my
mother's long, beautiful legs apart and tore a large hole in the crotch of her stockings. Seeing this, the plumber knew he
had to quickly step aside, after all, the leader had to go first! My mother, having been with countless men, immediately understood Manager Wang's
intention.

Next, my mother consciously opened her vulva and willingly sat on Manager Wang's penis.
Her vagina, already overflowing with vaginal fluid, opened and closed with her breath, eventually
swallowing the entire penis. For the next while, the manager sat motionless in the chair, relying entirely on my mother's vigorous
thrusting of her hips, moaning loudly, rubbing her sensitive vaginal area against the manager's rough glans.

At the same time, my mother would sometimes pull his hand to her throbbing nipples,
and sometimes lean forward, pressing her heavy breasts against the manager's face.

The two men worked in perfect harmony, their penises attacking my mother's three orifices in turn, simultaneously
assaulting her . Sometimes one was in front and the other in back, relentlessly fucking my mother's vagina and anus, sometimes
one was in the vagina while my mother sucked on the other. During the more than three hours of gang rape, each thrust...
Thick, pungent semen was repeatedly poured into my mother's body...

Two weeks later, Manager Wang kept his promise and found me a good job at his company.
My mother officially retired, ending her career as a prostitute, and became my "concubine" at home.

[The End]

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