My Prostitute Mother

After graduating from university, the next step was naturally finding 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, but to no avail. For the better-paying jobs, my qualifications met the requirements, but my connections

weren't enough; employers valued family background more. The lower-paying jobs,

after looking at the job descriptions, were practically asking me to sell myself into slavery. Looking at the salaries, I realized I'd be better off farming in the countryside.

I had spent ten years studying hard, finally graduating with a higher degree, yet my mother still had to

support me . Thinking about how hard she worked to earn money, my heart ached like it was bleeding.

I remembered seeing my mother, wearing brightly colored stockings and a short skirt, being brutally penetrated from behind by neighboring men in various corners of the neighborhood

. When she saw me passing by, she would anxiously

shout and tell me to hurry home! Seeing that I was young, my neighbor deliberately teased my mother and me, forcing

me to 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, money was tight, and my mother had to "work overtime," forced to spend

the night with strange men. 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 were all regular customers;

because they lived nearby, they often stayed out very late. Even in the early hours of the morning, we 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, stick her buttocks out for penetration, or give her an enema with a beer bottle. After the last round of cards,

three or four men would all gang up on her, inserting several penises into her 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.

Having three penises inserted into her body at once caused her to scream in pain and make loud, lewd noises, waking me from

my sleep

digress.

After interviewing at my last company and being rejected again in person, I was deeply hurt and disappointed

. I decided to temporarily leave the provincial capital and go back to my hometown to discuss things with my mother.

When I arrived home, I ran into the gatekeeper, Old Zhao. We'd been neighbors for over ten years,

so I chatted with him.

Old Zhao knew I had graduated from university this year and asked me about my job search. I told him the truth:

"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 bar across the street.

"What's Mom doing in the bar?"

I wondered.

Leaving Old Zhao's office, I headed straight for the illegal bar across the street.

Although it was called an illegal bar, 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—you name it. Since it was the only bar in our area, it was

always packed with people playing games, open 24 hours a day, and its business was enviable.

Because I'd only ever focused on my studies, I'd never been to a bar before, until I went to university and

first encountered computer games.

Standing at the open doorway, 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 immediately 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, playing with 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. Several young men nearby had probably seen them and were staring at her with surprise. The mother noticed that they were staring at what she was holding, their eyes filled with lust. In an instant…

My mother's face flushed bright red instantly. She quickly hurried to the counter.

It turned out, all thanks to that middle-aged man. He felt there was always a barrier between him and the woman through her clothes, so he told

my mother to go to the restroom and take off her underwear, stockings, and everything else, so he could have direct, intimate contact with

her.

This middle-aged man was the owner of the bar, surnamed He, almost fifty years old; the neighbors all called him Old

He.

Old He was a cousin of a leader in our town. Because of this connection,

when bars were booming and sweeping the country, he opened a shabby, unlicensed bar in this alley. Being a relative of a leader, 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 bar, watching other men fondle my mother.

The bartenders , some giving me a strange look, thinking I was an idiot; others followed my

gaze to the counter, saw my mother sitting on a man's lap, and chuckled maliciously.

Before I knew it, it was getting dark.

"Never mind, I'll just go home,"

I thought to myself.

Like when I was a child walking home from school, I carried a worn-out backpack and walked alone, lost and confused, on my

way home.

As I passed the alley entrance, 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, smoking.

I recognized one of them: wasn't that my good buddy Zhang Qiang?!

"Hey, why didn't you tell your buddy?"

Zhang Qiang said, pulling my shoulder with a smile. The young men beside him, seeing 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, hey, I'm a little short on cash lately, could you help me out?"

"Help me with what?"

"Nothing much, just need to borrow some money, I'll pay you back next week!"

Hearing the words "borrow money," I immediately felt 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 with you to get it."

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 arrived at the door, I didn't let them in, but

made them wait in the hallway while I went inside and got some cash—a way to avoid further trouble.

Around 10:30 pm, my mother finally came from outside.

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, what brings you here?! 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! Give it to Mom!"

With that, she stuck out her tongue wantonly, glistening saliva dripping from its tip onto her

pantyhose-clad 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 smelled wonderful.

Then, I finally reached that birthplace again, thrusting my hips forward and inserting my entire

penis into my mother's vagina.

As my cock pumped wildly, my hands were also busy; one hand roughly kneaded my mother's full

breasts , while the other caressed the base of her thighs. Having not made love for months, I was exceptionally vigorous tonight. Under the ravages of my large

penis, my mother's tender vaginal opening continuously gushed forth lustful fluids, soaking a large area of the sofa cushions.

"Baby, your thing is so big!"

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

"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 slammed my hips down

hard , with a long "whoosh" sound, my penis was completely inside, the glans hitting Mom's cervix.

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

Hearing Mom's lewd words, I suddenly saw the scene of johns having fun on Mom's body.

I couldn't help but work harder, thrusting my lower body desperately, fucking the flesh inside Mom's cunt until it turned outwards,

as if it were a silent punishment.

Mom and I were intertwined in lust, fucking each other on the old sofa at home for more than an hour, "slap slap slap," and

I finally felt a tingling sensation in my glans.

Knowing I was about to ejaculate, Mom quickly twisted her waist, got up, and crawled between my legs.

Then she opened her bright red cherry-like mouth and took the head of my penis, which had just been 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 10:00. When I got up, Mom had just come back from buying groceries.

The sun was shining brightly that day. Mom was wearing a light green dress, the hem just past her knees, elasticated,

with many pretty lace details; underneath, she wore black pantyhose and

shiny leather boots.

This sexy and alluring outfit not only made it impossible to guess her real age, but also made her

look both seductive and wanton, exuding a strong carnal aura. You see, in

a few months , Mom would be forty years old.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Mom brought breakfast to the table for me.

"Yeah, he slept really soundly, probably because he was tired,"

I said weakly, still half-asleep.

My mother and I were eating when there was a knock at the door. When we opened it, we found Zhang Qiang.

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

Zhang Qiang didn't stand on ceremony and swaggered onto the table.

Seeing her son's good friend, my mother was uncharacteristically different. Instead of her usual

warm welcome, she exclaimed in surprise, her face turning bright red.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

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

With that, my mother walked away with a sour expression. Zhang Qiang, standing to the side, had a slight smirk on his lips, as if he

were grinning strangely.

Seeing this, I felt a little strange, but I didn't think much of it at the moment. I smiled and said to Zhang Qiang, "Xiao Qiang, I went to bed

late last night. I was planning to come and play with you this afternoon!"

"Oh, right, 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 I borrowed!" 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 have breakfast and lunch together." 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 puzzled, Zhang Qiang suddenly said, "Auntie, stop pretending!" As

soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Qiang lifted my mother's skirt and put his hands on her big buttocks, pinching and squeezing her buttocks

through her black stockings. Although my mother's face was filled with reluctance,

she stood motionless, letting Zhang Qiang fondle her big ass

! 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'd used every means at his disposal to have an affair with my mother behind my back.

Initially, their relationship was somewhat discreet, like incestuous relationships 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 mindful of 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 their hired nanny, 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 her at will. Even worse, the truth soon came out,

and Zhang Qiang's father also found out. Instead of blaming Zhang Qiang, his father joined him in raping my mother, making

her give two blowjobs simultaneously, and penile stimulation of both her anus and vagina. It was a 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 and heartbroken.

Just as I was silent, my mother, who had been silent all along, spoke up: "Son, actually,

Mom knows everything."

"What do you know?"

I asked her without looking up.

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

let Xiaoqiang have sex with me."

When you were in school? Five or six years ago?

Oh! So Mom knew all along that she had been drugged and raped, but she just didn't say anything.

"Those times, you invited Xiaoqiang over to play, and every time he came over, I would get incredibly sleepy very quickly."

" After waking up, my thighs were sore, and my lower body was also painful. Sometimes there were even teeth marks on my chest. Mom is

an expert, after all. Do you think I can't see these symptoms?"

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

"Hey, let's both shut up!"

Zhang Qiang stood up from his chair, interrupting our conversation. "Hua Zi, listen carefully, you

'll always be my good brother, I won't forget that; as for Auntie, let's both be more open-minded. Anyway,

you're selling yourself outside, so let's keep the profits in the family!"

After saying that, Zhang Qiang picked up my mother and walked straight towards the bedroom. Before closing the bedroom door,

Zhang Qiang acted as if nothing had happened and calmly said to me, "Hurry up and eat, Hua Zi,

I !"

Inside the bedroom, Zhang Qiang impatiently pushed my mother down onto the bed. After a few hasty tugs, the neckline of my mother's

dress was wide open, and her bra was hanging precariously, with only half of it hanging down. Through the crack in the door, I could clearly see

the upper half of my mother's fair breasts exposed, the two round, firm mounds

pressed together by a slipping strap, forming a very deep cleavage that made my mouth water.

Zhang Qiang, at that moment, was incredibly excited. He vigorously kneaded my 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, diligently performing oral sex on her boyfriend, and felt a strange

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 Zhang Qiang's glans entered my mother's vagina, he thrust his hips forward, plunging his

penis My mother immediately began to twist her waist, swaying her full breasts

to meet the thrusts of Zhang Qiang's penis.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh," my mother quickly began to moan loudly.

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

winced in pain, her head shaking from side to side, 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 wooden clips 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—

a place usually reserved only for my mother and me—making love for hours, tirelessly and

relentlessly fucking my mother's cunt.

As for me, my anger had completely subsided, and I silently accepted the 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 resentment about what happened that noon, but after all, it was my own mother who had been fucked by someone else; I couldn't possibly

go looking for him!

I couldn't worry about that now; the most important thing 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 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 is 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, that's really something."

"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 interest right now!"

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

."

"I know, you taught me that from a young age,"

I said to my mother as we were chatting. Suddenly, someone called my mother from behind, calling her by her name: "Hey, Feng Huifang!"

I was a little annoyed to be interrupted. I turned around and saw it was Old Hu, who ran the Shaxian

snack shop .

"It really is you, Little Feng,"

Old Hu greeted us with a smile as he approached us.

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

Before my mother could finish speaking, Old Hu stretched out his thick arm, grabbed her, and began to

roughly fondle her large breasts. We had just gone for a walk and encountered this, leaving us

speechless and unsure of what to do.

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

Mom struggled desperately, her face flushed.

"What does it matter? You're dressed so provocatively today, you're just out here with men!"

In front of her child, Mom felt humiliated by his words. Although she felt extremely ashamed, she didn't want

to argue, so she just frowned and ignored him. But Old Hu wouldn't stop there. He squeezed Mom's large breasts

even harder, and then put his hand inside her stockings, pulled aside her narrow

thong, and inserted two fingers into Mom's vagina at the same time, "plop plop," with the sound of her vaginal fluids, he thrust in

and out. In just a few dozen seconds, Mom's legs went weak and her whole body went limp. Her big buttocks kept

sinking down, and she could only cling tightly to Old Hu's shoulders to maintain her balance.

Judging from his skillful technique, this Old Hu must have "visited" Mom quite often.

On the dark street, Old Hu was openly raping my mother, completely oblivious to my

presence, as if I didn't exist. Seeing how engrossed they were, their lewd laughter and moans filled 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. Looking up, I saw my mother, running towards me, her face covered in sweat.

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

I said, displeased.

"Alright, alright, don't worry about it,"

my mother said breathlessly, then pulled two yuan from her purse. "That guy was pretty

generous . Look, I've earned two big bills in such a short time!"

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

vanished

When I got home, to punish my mother for letting other men grope and seduce her 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,

naked kneeling on the floor, and licking my feet.

My mother didn't object; she didn't get angry at all, letting me do whatever I wanted.

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 dragged her down

onto the sofa. My mother seemed to enjoy being abused and understood what I was doing. She knowingly spread her

two snow-white legs, using her fingers to pry open her vulva

. "Hurry up and fuck me!"

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

"I'll fuck you to death! You filthy bitch, you slut!"

This was the first time I'd ever sworn at my mother during sex, uttering such inhumanly vulgar words.

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 emotions. In

a daze

I was pointed at and whispered about at school, living in constant fear. I also thought of how my mother, after her sex transaction the night before,

held a gleaming banknote in her hand, a look of satisfaction on her face, and how, back home, the two of them shamelessly engaged in passionate lovemaking. I had studied

hard for ten years, enduring countless hardships, 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.

Having studied for most of my life, yet to no avail—truly, a scholar is utterly useless! Regret, frustration, disappointment

, and anger surged through me all at once.

At 2 PM sharp, seeing that my mother still hadn't come home, I went out to eat alone, feeling depressed.

Grabbing my empty wallet, I had barely stepped out the door when I witnessed a

horrific : my neighbor, Old Wang, and his accomplices were tormenting my mother. Under their lewd coercion, my mother

, naked except for her large, 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. Then my mother knelt on the ground and took the homeless man's dark, disgusting penis into her mouth

, meticulously performing oral sex on him. While

my mother was giving him oral sex on the first floor of the stairwell, Old Wang and the others 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! So the homeless man revealed his true colors, 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 of everyone !

After the homeless man ejaculated in 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 common knowledge. My poor mother was pushed onto the bed and began to be

ravaged by the clients, subjected to all sorts of sexual abuse. 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. The only thing my mother could do was

to absorb semen, letting the clients release all 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 during ejaculation; imagining the men's rough hands roaming wantonly over my mother's fair and plump body, stinking...

Honghong's large mouth greedily sucked on my mother's full, mature nipples and areolas; my mother lay with her legs spread,

or knelt on the ground with her buttocks raised, as men of varying lengths took turns penetrating her genitals, thrusting wantonly into her

vagina

My mind was filled with sadness and anger, yet a strange excitement also 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 at this sight. However, my mother carefully explained that the teeth marks were left the previous night after we had sex after our

walk . 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 once a few months earlier to fix a clogged toilet.

After buying groceries that morning, my mother changed into comfortable casual clothes. 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 brief greeting to my mother, he got to work

. For several hours, he didn't even have a cup of tea, working tirelessly on the waterlogged floor tiles,

pliers in his left hand and a wrench in his right, sweating profusely.

When he finished, my mother emerged gracefully from the bedroom, smiling and thanking him profusely, while paying

him three yuan for his services.

The plumber took his payment and casually asked, "Madam, where's your son? He even offered me a cigarette when he came up 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, I don't want to talk about it,"

the plumber said, seeing my mother's worried face. After a moment of silence, he finally

spoke , "Madam, I saw a company notice a few days ago. It seems like this month, we're hiring.

The pay is pretty good, it's an office position, but they require a degree, and preferably someone from the area."

"This is wonderful!"

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

The 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 suggestive remark in a low voice,

"Madam, I'm sure I have no problem with the job. But you see, the kitchen pipes are

fixed, but my 'pipe' here is broken. What do you think we should do?"

"That's not appropriate, is it? How about I give you some money?"

Mom understood his implication, but in broad daylight, in her own home, she really wasn't

in the mood.

But the plumber seemed to have Mom figured out. Without warning, he suddenly reached out and

grabbed Mom's already exposed nipple, then pinched it between two fingers and began to vigorously rub it.

"Ah! No!"

Mom felt a sharp pain from his pinching of her nipples and couldn't help but cry out in a delicate voice.

"Madam, I don't think you're any respectable woman. Otherwise, why would you dress so provocatively,

not even wearing a bra, knowing I was coming?!"

His words struck a nerve, and Mom lowered her head in embarrassment, remaining silent. Then, the plumber seized the opportunity,

yanking open Mom's nightgown and spreading her thighs apart, revealing her pink vulva and

dark anus.

Mom's tender vulva had two large, dark folds of flesh, with a clitoris the size of a soybean sandwiched between them.

The plumber used his fingers to part the folds of flesh on Mom's vulva, and then, facing the pink, parted

opening , inserted his strong right middle finger, pushing it 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 was about the size of a soybean. It quickly turned

bright red. Under

the plumber's finger manipulation, my mother soon became drenched in sweat, her eyes slightly intoxicated, and she began to moan incessantly. Ten minutes later, the plumber was still enthusiastically fingering my mother's vagina. My mother was so no choice 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 large penis . My mother couldn't help but gasp when she saw it. Fortunately, my mother 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 my mother down onto the large bed, panting heavily as he thrust his hips, while placing his hands on my mother's two snow-white, erect breasts, kneading and rubbing her nipples. The plumber's stamina was astonishing; his penis was like a jackhammer, relentlessly pounding into my mother's clitoris. With each thrust, my mother couldn't help but moan. My mother hadn't encountered such a powerful "guest" in a long time. She wrapped her beautiful legs tightly around the man's waist, gritting her teeth and silently enduring the intense sexual stimulation in her lower body. It was past five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was almost 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 Mom looked at the muscular man in front of her, still seemingly highly aroused. His penis, though already ejaculated twice, remained firmly erect. Mom knew it was getting late, and she would be going home soon.

So, my mother mustered all her strength and shoved the plumber away from her. The plumber was furious and

about to retaliate, but my mother, quick-witted, came up with a perfect excuse: "That's enough for today, my husband's coming home

soon !"

Hearing this, the plumber turned pale with fright and immediately jumped out of bed and dressed. Before leaving,

he repeatedly promised my mother, "Don't worry about the job, he'll take care of everything."

During my first month back in my hometown after graduation, I kept looking for work, but the results were dismal; I got almost

nothing and couldn't find a job I liked.

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

of course, all to sleep with my mother.

Usually, the men would make an appointment first, then arrive at our 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 with her hands on the wall, 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 , with his penis in her mouth, giving him a "sounding" blowjob!

Of course, what the young men liked most was taking my mother to Old Cao's house on the fourth floor to play with her, because Old Cao

had collected all sorts of "sex toys" from abroad. I overheard some neighbors whispering that my mother

was being held naked and hung upside down at Old Cao's house, with beer and milk poured into her anus.

Although my mother was a prostitute, she was still my biological mother!

I couldn't tolerate these shameless acts by her clients.

During the day, it was alright; I was usually out handing out resumes and looking for work, so I didn't have to see my mother's mess.

But at night, when my mother and I were resting at home, there were always lecherous men coming to disturb our happy

time.

So later, my mother and I discussed it and made an agreement: every night after we got home,

before going to bed, my mother was not allowed to receive 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 they had money in their pockets, they would come to our door the next second and make my mother

take off her pants . Especially after dinner, the idle vagrants in the neighborhood, full and satisfied, were often overcome with lust.

I remember a frequent occurrence from my childhood: on summer nights, a few neighborhood kids and I would be cooling off downstairs

when suddenly, we'd hear a woman's moans and groans coming from upstairs. The neighborhood kids were quite precocious; after all, almost

all their fathers had slept with my mother. Hearing that familiar woman's lewd moans, everyone knew it was Hua Zi

's slutty mother. They all immediately turned to look at me, their eyes filled with smirks. Some of the kids

, being particularly cheeky, would loudly proclaim, "Hua Zi's mom's been ridden again! Hua Zi's mom's been ridden again!

"

Since my mother and I made that pact, she hadn't entertained 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 stroll.

My mother and I would walk hand-in-hand, looking very intimate, and we'd sometimes 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 her son, she didn't look like a mother at all,

but more like an older sister. My mother heard these compliments, and although she knew the men had ulterior motives, she still felt very pleased. 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 be

my mother and me.

According to our agreement, every evening until the early hours of the morning, my mother couldn't see any other men besides me. 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 that he would help me find a job.

It seemed that he had made new progress at the company.

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

That day, my mother personally cooked a large table of delicious dishes and even set out a bottle of red wine, intending

to entertain the plumber. After the guest was seated, my mother quietly went 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 a burgundy "heart-shaped" panty, black stockings, and matching

open-toe high heels.

"Please start eating and try my cooking,"

my mother said gently.

The plumber, seeing my mother's alluring attire, completely forgot about the food and was stunned, his

eyes glazed over. A hush fell over the room. My mother said nothing more, simply smiling

, and gently sat on the plumber's lap. The man had been anticipating this day for a long time, and burning with desire

, a large "tent" bulged in his crotch.

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 her two...

On her large nipples were two thin pieces of cotton cloth, roughly the diameter of her areolas. These

were very thin and soft, bulging outwards from 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 his penis from his pants and ordered my mother to bend

over so he could penetrate her vagina from behind.

The muscular plumber held my mother's waist and began violently thrusting 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 covered in sweat, and her buttocks looked as if they had been coated with

oil, shiny and smooth.

Just as the two were deeply engrossed in their lovemaking, there was a sudden knock at the door. My mother, thinking it was me,

turned pale and trembled.

But the plumber wasn't worried at all, unlike last time when my mother had tricked him into thinking "my husband is coming," when

he was terrified. He continued to thrust into my mother forcefully, calmly saying, "Sister, go open the door! It's

our Manager Wang. You'll have to rely on him for your work."

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, stood there.

"Wow, you two are really something!"

"Manager Wang, would you like some food first?"

My mother, while being brutally fucked, tried her best to charm him with her eyes, speaking in a coquettish voice.

At a time like this, no man would have any appetite! The manager parted my

mother's long, beautiful legs and ripped a large hole in the crotch of her stockings. The plumber, seeing this, knew he'd

better step aside quickly; after all, the boss had to go first! My mother, having been with countless men, immediately understood Manager Wang's

intentions.

Next, my mother consciously opened her vulva and sat on Manager Wang's penis.

Her already overflowing vaginal opening, its small mouth opening and closing with my mother's breath, swallowed the manager's entire penis

. For the next while, the manager sat motionless in the chair, relying entirely on my mother's vigorous

back-and-forth, up-and-down movements, loudly moaning, rubbing her sensitive vaginal area against the manager's rough glans;

at the same time, my mother would sometimes pull his hand to her two throbbing nipples, sometimes

lean forward desperately, pressing her heavy breasts against the manager's face.

The two men worked in perfect harmony, their two penises attacking my mother's three orifices in turn, simultaneously

sandwiching her . Sometimes it was one penis in front and one behind, brutally fucking my mother's cunt and anus; sometimes it was one above and one below, one penis

thrusting in and out of her vagina while my mother took the other into her mouth and gave her oral sex. During the more than three hours of gang rape, streams

of thick, pungent semen were repeatedly poured into my mother's body.

Half a month later, Manager Wang kept his promise and helped me find a good job at his company.

My mother officially retired, ending her career as a prostitute, and became my "concubine" at home.

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