Mother's heartache

My name is Zhao Hua, I'm 23 years old, and a recent graduate.

I grew up in a poor single-parent family. My mother gave birth to me when she was sixteen, and my father was a street urchin

.

When I was four, he was sentenced to prison for gambling, and for the next ten years or so, I lived with my mother and

never saw my father again.

Having relied on my mother since childhood, I developed a strong character, studied diligently, and was always

a top student

in school. However, although I was favored by my teachers, I was

never .

Apart from one classmate from junior high school with whom I had a connection, I had no friends. It wasn't because I was withdrawn

, but because I never went out with other children my age.

The reason was simple: I had no money.

Speaking of which, I must introduce my mother. When she was young, my mother worked as an accountant in a supply and marketing cooperative for a year. She was conscientious and responsible at work, never delaying or falsifying tasks

assigned by her superiors . However, my mother was naturally timid and cowardly. In addition, my mother was beautiful, with a small, oval face, striking features, large eyes, long eyelashes, and thin lips; her figure was also remarkable, with a pert bottom, plump breasts, and a swaying gait when she walked in Because of this personality and appearance, my mother only worked as an accountant in the supply and marketing cooperative for a year before she couldn't continue. (Readers will surely have doubts upon reading this. I will explain the reasons for my mother's resignation later.) Now, to be honest, my mother was a professional prostitute , or more accurately, a clandestine prostitute. Hair salons, nightclubs, saunas, and even public toilets on the street were all places where my mother " worked." My mother's work was extremely hard; she never slept at night and often went out to "earn extra money " during the day. Faced with immense financial pressure, my mother had to constantly overwork and torture her body. Although life was very difficult, fortunately, at a young age, I received something that normal children would never dare to dream of: a perfect sexual partner. The woman who introduced me to the wonders of sex so early was my mother. My first incestuous relationship with my mother happened on my thirteenth birthday. I still remember it clearly. That night, my mother came home early from the hair salon, but unlike other mothers, she didn't buy her son a small gift or order a cake. She just made me a bowl of longevity noodles. I was a little disappointed, but I didn't show it. Later, as I was eating the noodles, my mother suddenly knelt down in front of me. I was very surprised and didn't know what to do. Then, without saying a word, my mother reached out and helped me take off my shorts, and then touched my penis . After caressing it for a while, my penis grew a little bigger, and my mother took it into her mouth and knelt down to give me oral sex. Probably because she was used to giving oral sex to customers, my mother's movements were very large and fast from the start. It was my first time experiencing sexual intercourse, and I was extremely nervous. My mind was blank, and I felt almost . After all, I hadn't even learned how to masturbate before. After a short while, my mother realized my penis wasn't hard enough in her mouth, so she spat it and started masturbating me with her hand. Masturbation was definitely more effective; my mother only stroked it a dozen times before my penis was fully erect. Just before ejaculating, my mother quickly circled the head of my penis with her tongue and constantly tickled my anus with her other hand, stimulating me so much I almost knocked over the noodles on the table. Finally, I ejaculated half my semen into my mother's mouth and half into her hand. That year I was in junior high school, and my mother was thirty-six. Perhaps because it was my "first time ," to this day, I still enjoy having my mother give me oral sex during meals. And my mother never refuses; whenever I bring it up, she immediately puts down her chopsticks, comes over and kneels to give me oral sex. After she finishes, my mother doesn't even wipe her mouth and continues eating. After my mother had given me oral sex and masturbation, naturally, we went to bed together the next day . My mother had a very full figure, especially her breasts, which were plump, large, and white. According to my mother herself , she had to wear at least a 34D bra, and even though she was nearly forty, they showed no signs of sagging. Before making love with my mother for the first time, I excitedly pinched and kneaded her breasts for a good ten minutes, still feeling very aroused. As for my mother's vagina, it had darkened a bit in color due to being penetrated by various sizes and lengths of penises every day . But despite this, the inside of my mother's vagina still maintained the tightness of a young woman. Often, when I was tired from doing homework, I would lift my mother's skirt, spread her legs, and then use my fingers to part her two thick labia majora and minora to observe my mother's dark brown vulva up close. Sometimes, I would mischievously tap her clitoris with my front teeth, stimulating my mother's vagina to produce fluid . My mother had always objected to me kissing her vulva, because she felt it was dirty. As a child, I didn't understand and would ask my mother why it was dirty, and her answer was quite humorous.

I still remember the line, "Because many uncles like to pee there."

Now that I'm grown up, I find that statement anything but humorous. For so many years, my mother's

hidden wish was to save enough money to take me far away and start a new

life in another place.

Therefore, she worked exceptionally hard, and because she was a prostitute, her reputation

spread far and wide through word of mouth among her clients.

Almost every lecherous man living in our neighborhood knew her.

One afternoon, after buying groceries at the market, my mother rode her bicycle home. But as soon as she entered the gate,

Old Zhao from the gatehouse called out, "Hey, Xiao Feng, come here for a second!"

It was almost time for me to get out of school, and my mother was always in a rush. She knew perfectly well

why had called her, and she was somewhat reluctant.

But there was nothing she could do; although Old Zhao was just a gatekeeper, he was not someone to be trifled with.

After thinking for a moment, my mother obediently went over.

She parked her bicycle at the gatehouse entrance and walked in with her head down.

As soon as she entered, Old Zhao grabbed my mother from behind, kissing her earlobes and cheeks

while kneading her large breasts with both hands.

My mother frowned and said coquettishly, "Let's skip it today, Old Zhao, our son is waiting for me to cook dinner

."

"What's the rush? Ten minutes will do."

With that, Old Zhao began unbuttoning my mother's blouse.

After removing her pink coat and white shirt, my mother revealed a dark purple bra covering her large,

round breasts.

Old Zhao's mouth watered. He reached down and pulled off my mother's bra, then bent down and took one of my

mother 's nipples into his mouth, sucking on it.

"Squeak, squeak," Old Zhao squinted, enjoying his sucking on my mother's breast, leaving her

large, white breasts covered in saliva.

At this moment, my mother looked tense, glancing out the window every now and then, afraid that an acquaintance might pass by

. It wasn't that she was afraid of being seen and embarrassed, but rather that she feared attracting other lecherous men into the house.

Old Zhao was sucking on my mother's breasts with great relish, swaying his head from side to side as he ate my

mother's snow-white flesh.

His two large, dark brown nipples were alternately sucked in his mouth, sometimes forcefully, sometimes gently

biting.

He continued this "boob-licking" for a good ten minutes, still unwilling to let go.

After a while, the wall clock pointed to 5:30.

Now my mother was really anxious. She pushed Old Zhao away forcefully, saying somewhat unhappily, "We agreed on

ten minutes, now I have to go!"

Old Zhao knew that forcing things wouldn't work, so he spat out my mother's nipple and instead grasped her

two , her erect nipples pressed against his palms.

"Hehe, you can leave if you want, but you have to promise me one thing,"

Old Zhao said with a grin, while still fondling my mother's breasts.

"What is it?"

Then, Old Zhao leaned close to my mother's ear and whispered something, his face full of lewdness

.

Finally, he pulled a one-yuan note from his pocket and waved it in front of my mother's eyes.

After hearing his words, my mother's face

flushed red to the roots of her neck, her expression a mixture of shyness and disgust.

However, although she was very unwilling, seeing the tempting banknote in front of her, she didn't hesitate at all and

finally nodded.

In the evening, I finally got out of school and went home. My diligent mother had already cooked dinner and

was tidying up clothes in the house.

I called my mother to come and eat with me, but she waved her hand and continued tidying up clothes without looking up.

I asked my mom, "What's wrong, Mom? Is something the matter?"

Mom sighed and said, "Go eat quickly, then do your homework. Don't meddle in adult

matters ."

Seeing that Mom seemed troubled, I didn't dare ask any more questions and immediately went to get my rice and dishes.

An hour later, Mom had been out for a while.

I, always a diligent and self-disciplined student, sat down at my desk early to do my homework.

As I was working, a particularly tricky math problem stumped me. Just as I looked up at the window,

racking my for a solution

, I was surprised to see a familiar face but strangely dressed woman not far away—

it was my mom! Under the bright streetlights, my mom was wearing flesh-colored stockings with an open crotch

and 15-centimeter high heels. Strangely, in public, she wasn't wearing a skirt or

pants; her lower body was almost completely naked, with only a semi-transparent trench coat draped over her shoulders.

Suddenly, I noticed a red leather collar around my mother's neck

. I realized then that she was being walked like a dog! Sure enough, a little while later,

an old man approached, put a leash on her collar, and started "

walking" her around the small shop.

My mother struggled to crawl on all fours, but she remained silent,

following closely behind the old man.

Squinting, I recognized him—it was none other than Old Zhao, the security guard who had nursed my

mother .

Old Zhao led my mother aimlessly across the quiet lawn behind the shop.

Along the way, he generously handed over the leash to several men, letting them

also give my poor mother a walk.

These uncles and elders were all scoundrels. They often took advantage of my mother, and almost all of them were

her regular customers. Sometimes they would even come to my house to rape—no, to solicit my mother.

Later, these uncles and elders would gather together and, along with Old Zhao, take my mother for a walk

. The lawn was filled with a scene of merriment.

Of course, my mother didn't find it interesting at all. She slumped her head, her face almost expressionless, simply

letting those men lead her around on dog leashes.

By the way, I must mention that the small apartment my mother and I lived in was practically

the oldest in our county. The building was extremely dilapidated, without any decoration, and the stairwells were filthy and chaotic.

However the rent and other expenses were the lowest possible.

Most of the residents in this area were old bachelors, hooligans, or migrant workers from other places

—in short, they were all poor.

These people were in dire financial straits, so naturally, none of them could find wives. Therefore, whenever they had

spare money , besides drinking and gambling, they spent the rest on prostitution. It seems that besides the low rent, my mother

chose to move into this small apartment because of the abundant clientele! Of course, not everyone indulged in

drinking, gambling , and prostitution. Among these residents were some good people, especially the migrant workers from other places.

For example, a young man surnamed Wang who lived on the fourth floor of our apartment building came to the county town from the countryside last year to work.

He was a very diligent young man, working hard almost every day of the year.

One time, my mother was selling her body on the rooftop. (During that period, a few hooligans in the neighborhood won a large sum of

money gambling and made my mother go to the rooftop to provide services for them every noon for seven consecutive days.

Each day, several men would take turns with her, exhausting my mother.

) That noon, after lunch, my mother changed into a sexy tank top, black stockings,

and pointed high heels, and went to the rooftop to sell her body as usual.

At that time, a young man surnamed Wang was also on the rooftop, hanging clothes to dry.

Later, he saw my mother kneeling on the ground, her breasts exposed, simultaneously sucking

and licking four or five penises. Finally, my mother took off her stockings, spread her legs, and let those men fuck her one by one. While her ass was being vigorously fucked

, my mother was loudly moaning and groaning at the young man surnamed Wang. Being young, how could he not be aroused by

such sight? Those hooligans spotted him, saw him standing there dumbfounded with

a small tent already erect, and chuckled, "Hey, don't be an idiot, come on over and have some fun

! Hurry up!"

The young man surnamed Wang, both frightened and embarrassed, immediately turned to leave. Unexpectedly, the

hooligans, had recently won a lot of money, were in high spirits and shouted back, "Don't go! We've got money,

come on, we're treating you to 'chicken' today, it's free!!"

Rarely does one find a free lunch, but even with his hard penis, the young man surnamed Wang remained unmoved

and ran off in a flash.

At that moment, although my mother was being fucked senseless by those dicks, she inadvertently remembered

the neighbor's young man's youthful face.

About a month later, on the day after the midterm exams, to reward me for getting first place in

the class , my mother, wearing sexy lingerie, was giving me a blowjob under the desk.

Just as I was swaying with pleasure, there was a knock at the door.

My mother initially thought it was some lecherous man, driven by lust, coming to have his way with her. She told me

to wait in the bedroom while she sent him away and then continued giving me oral sex.

But to her surprise, when she opened the door, it was the young man surnamed Wang standing there.

Immediately, my mother felt a mixture of surprise and disappointment.

She was surprised because this was the first time Wang had come to our house; after all, they had been neighbors for a long time. She

was disappointed because he might not be as upright as she thought, and might actually be a lecherous man too.

But after a conversation, my mother realized she had misunderstood, and was terribly wrong. This young man was not only

upright and not lecherous, but, just as she had suspected, he was also a devoted son.

It turned out that since leaving the countryside to work in the city, Wang hadn't visited his hometown for several years in order to save as much

money .

He was an only child; his mother had passed away long ago, leaving his disabled father to live alone in the village house.

Fortunately, things had finally taken a turn for the better. Over the years, he had saved enough money, so a few days ago he brought

his father to live with him in the city for a while.

My mother was deeply moved after hearing his story, and she took his hand, asking if he needed any

help . The young man nodded, a little embarrassed, and then mumbled for a long time before finally

explaining: it turned out that his father wasn't actually that old, but he was disabled, and since

his mother's death, no woman had ever given him a second glance. For decades, his father had lived a solitary life. As he finished

speaking, the young man took an envelope from his pocket, inside which were neatly stacked two thousand yuan, and handed it to

my mother.

The mother gladly accepted the envelope, casually pulled out a few bills, then returned it to him

with a smile, saying, "This is enough, don't worry!"

After that night, the young man's father stayed there for about half a month.

During that time, my mother would go to his house every morning to have sex with his father. Sometimes, she would even

help the father and son with laundry and cooking.

Because the young man's father had difficulty walking, when she had nothing to do during the day, my mother would sit on the edge of his bed,

unbutton her shirt, and let him freely rub her breasts and suckle her nipples; or she would take off her underwear and let him put his hand under

her skirt to touch her genitals; when they were in high spirits, his father only needed to give my mother a look, and she would instinctively...

She crawled under the covers, first using her delicate hands to pull out her father's penis, gently stroking it for a while until it was hard. Then, my mother would take

the glans into her mouth, sucking and licking it in various ways until he ejaculated in her mouth

.

But who would have thought that my mother's submissive and accommodating behavior was merely wishful thinking on her part? In

her father's mind, my mother was just a professional prostitute, and it was only natural for men to play with her.

Gradually, her father transformed from a traditional rural old man into a completely lewd and open man, revealing his

sexually perverse nature.

In the last week, her father even stipulated that every morning when my mother came over, the first thing she had to do upon entering the house

was to undress completely in front of him, and then he would examine her body.

The so-called "examination" was actually her father using various fruits and vegetables to abuse her genitals.

For example, he would stick a cucumber into my mother's vagina to see how "

deep" her vagina was, or he would stuff grapes into her anus and then make her contract her rectal

sphincter to crush the grapes and expel the juice like urination. Although my mother had

received enemas from other clients, this was the first time she had ever tried such a perverted method. Therefore, every morning when her father

stuffed things into her anus, my mother would have a look of shame and anger, but she was helpless.

However, the most terrifying thing was that her father would take out two beer bottles, suck almost all the air out of them,

and then put the bottle necks over my mother's two large nipples.

Because the bottles were almost vacuum-sealed, the bottle necks quickly and firmly stuck to my mother's nipples and

wouldn't fall off for a while.

After being squeezed by the vacuum, the two large nipples inside the bottles quickly swelled up, becoming red and large, the size of two

quail eggs injected with ripening agents, a truly "spectacular" sight.

This was a real ordeal for my mother. Every time her father did this, she would kneel on the ground, trembling in pain.

But the old man seemed to enjoy it, watching with great interest, ignoring my mother's screams and cries

. Meanwhile, the young man surnamed Wang was completely unaware of this, believing his

father and mother got along harmoniously. But we couldn't blame him. He worked tirelessly

, leaving early and returning late, rarely seen during the day.

My mother knew he was risking his life for others.

She had mentioned the jobs he did in casual conversations—mostly arduous and dangerous work that locals generally wouldn't take.

We were all in the same boat, our lives were tough, so my mother didn't dwell on it. She never mentioned a word to the young man about

how was abusing himself.

And her father's legs were indeed very weak; he would stagger even with a cane when going downstairs or leaving the house

.

My mother originally meant well; she'd go to the city in the morning, have sex with his father, and then help with

housework and cook lunch.

(Author's note: Who says "prostitutes are heartless, actors are unfaithful"? This article is meant to vindicate prostitutes!) During the last

week , because of his father's perverse rules, my mother was often completely naked,

walking around the living room.

When my mother was young, in her twenties, she was pretty and cute, with a full and graceful figure—truly a natural beauty

. More than a decade later, she's middle-aged, but still retains her charm. Coupled with the daily frequency of sex with men

, her figure hasn't deteriorated; instead, it's become even more plump and juicy.

This time, the young man's father was truly blessed with good fortune during his visit to the city.

Not only could he shamelessly ravage my mother's tender cunt with his penis, and torture and abuse her

genitals ; he could also watch my mother sway her large, white buttocks while wiping tables and mopping floors, working hard,

while he made her serve him tea and water, massage his back and feet, like a

subservient female slave.

A long week finally passed, and the young man's father was finally going back to his hometown.

Before leaving, the young man earnestly asked my mother that whenever his father came to the city to visit relatives, she

must "rekindle their old flame," allowing his father to taste the flavor of a woman one last time.

Although my mother was filled with resentment, she endured it and smiled as she agreed.

As mentioned at the beginning of the article, I experienced much hardship from a young age, and the trials of life made me mature much earlier than

my peers , and I had a clear understanding of reality.

Therefore, I have always firmly believed in one thing: good grades and getting into a good university

are my only way out.

To change my future and rescue my mother from this brothel as soon as possible, during my senior year of high school,

I, already a top student, studied even harder than before: I hardly

took .

"Damn! Hua Zi, your mom's almost forty, how come her cunt is still so tight?!"

"Alright, Xiao Qiang, hurry up and finish it! If my mom suddenly wakes up, we're both

doomed "

"It's okay, don't worry, this drug is super strong, it'll keep your mom asleep for several hours!

"

The person who said this was Zhang Qiang, my junior high school classmate and my only friend since childhood.

We were about the same age, lived close by, and had a very close relationship, like brothers.

He usually called me Hua Zi.

At that moment, on the large bed in my bedroom, Zhang Qiang was on top of my mother, fiercely fucking her

cunt, while feigning surprise as he told me what he had just said.

Unlike the other classmates, Zhang Qiang knew I was a poor, unfortunate child who had lost my father at a young age,

and whose mother was a prostitute.

Despite my tragic past, Zhang Qiang not only didn't look down on me but was also willing to befriend me and take great care of me.

When I was in junior high school, my mother fell seriously ill at home for more than two months and couldn't go out to work as a prostitute.

After a period of living off our savings, my family gradually became so poor that

we

couldn't even afford to eat. Thanks to Zhang Qiang, he helped my mother and me during that difficult time. He stole two thousand yuan in cash from his own home, and to this day, his parents have no idea.

Therefore, I am deeply grateful to this young man for all the little things he has done for me over the years.

But unfortunately, in return, I didn't have anything good to share with him

. I had nothing to eat, drink, or play with.

Later, after graduating from junior high school, Zhang Qiang, whose grades were average, didn't get into a regular high school and went to a vocational college.

One weekend, Zhang Qiang asked me to hang out. During our conversation, he said that he had dated a few

girls , but after sleeping with them for a while, it got boring. They were all dry and withered, without any lubrication.

Because I had committed incest with my mother long ago and enjoyed years of sexual activity, I

was generally not interested in such topics.

But Zhang Qiang wouldn't stop, talking incessantly while giving me mysterious winks

.

Until he said, "I want to find a mature woman to play with, older is fine, as long as she has big breasts and a perky ass,"

it became clear that Zhang Qiang was after my beautiful, slutty mother! Finally

, I had a chance to get back at Zhang Qiang. I gritted my teeth and decisively told him: It's okay, for the sake of brotherhood,

I don't mind. If he wants, I can help him drug and rape my mother.

Thus, the scene described earlier unfolded. After a few jokes, Zhang Qiang lifted my mother's

plump, white body and flipped her over, making her kneel on the mattress. My mother's fleshy waist and abdomen

arched upwards, forming a bridge shape.

Then, Zhang Qiang positioned my mother's large buttocks behind her, sticking them high up, creating an extremely

lewd sexual position.

With a smug look on his face, he straightened his penis, aimed it at my mother's wet vulva, and after rubbing the head of his penis against it a few times

, there was a "plop"

sound as most of his penis was inserted into my mother's vagina.

I, who had been diligently studying at my desk, heard a "creaking" sound behind me

, which must have been the sound of the bed shaking. I couldn't help but put down my book and steal a glance: sure

enough, there was Zhang Qiang riding on my mother's round buttocks, arching his hips back and forth. My mother's

breasts swayed up and down with his vigorous thrusting, and her nipples bounced wildly and joyfully. When he got into the mood, Zhang Qiang would

reach out and grab those two big nipples, pulling them outwards hard, or grasp the areolas and squeeze them tightly with his fingers.

After realizing that I wasn't studying but was peeking, Zhang Qiang continued to thrust vigorously while lifting my mother's legs high to the side

and back, deliberately letting me "enjoy"

the part of his genitals that were intercourse between my mother and him.

As Zhang Qiang's embrace grew more and more intense, my mother's high, firm breasts swayed

more and more, like two large coconuts hanging precariously from a tree during a typhoon.

Looking at my own mother, drugged and lying limply on the mattress,

her body naked and limp, being forced into various shameful and lewd sexual positions, I felt a deep struggle and unease. Admittedly, this

guy who was toying with my mother was my best friend, my brother, and had done me many favors, but deep down, I

was still conflicted and unhappy. "Hey, Hua Zi, do me a favor, go find a pair of your mom's usual black stockings

and put them on her. I want to ejaculate on her through them!"

"Xiao Qiang, you haven't returned the stockings I lent you for masturbation last time, and now you're..."

"Okay, okay, I promise I won't get them dirty this time! Hurry up, Hua Zi!" Zhang Qiang and I were

like , needless to say, but later, for some reason, Zhang Qiang's father also had a relationship with my mother.

According to Zhang Qiang, he was home alone one day, watching pornography while

masturbating with my mother's underwear.

Unfortunately, his father left work early that day and they caught them.

His father beat Zhang Qiang severely and forced him to reveal the "origin" of the underwear. When

his father learned it belonged to my mother, he stormed to our house, berated her, and threatened to

sue her for "sexually harassing a minor." My

mother knew Zhang Qiang and I were close, including his previous financial assistance to our family.

Although my mother was a shameless woman, she still had a sense of morality.

Today, the other parent came to cause trouble. Although the details were unclear, there was no smoke without fire. For the sake of my

relationship with Zhang Qiang, my mother decided to swallow her anger and suffer in silence.

To avoid making a scene, she chose to appease Zhang Qiang's father by taking him out for dinner and

drinks to have a proper talk.

But as the old saying goes, "When people are well-fed and warm, they think of lust."

After a hearty meal, Zhang Qiang's father shamelessly insisted on taking my mother to his house for a "further

discussion ," or more bluntly, to a hotel room, claiming it was his way of "punishing"

my mother on behalf of his son. My mother thought to herself, "I've already been with a thousand men, so

why not let Zhang Qiang's father have his fun for free?" And so, half-heartedly, my mother was forced to sleep with him

.

But once there's a first time, there's a second and a third. After that, Zhang Qiang's father frequently

invited my mother out for sex, sometimes even taking her to his house for illicit relations.

Especially when he was drunk, he became particularly frenzied, taking advantage of my mother

without any .

Once, Zhang Qiang's father drank a pound and a half of liquor, becoming quite drunk, and coincidentally, my mother was away on a business trip.

When he got home drunk, his lust took over, and he called my mother, ordering her to come within half an hour.

"Go to his house, or you'll be in big trouble!" That day, my mother had planned to rest, not go out to entertain guests, but stay home and cook

some good food for me, and help me with my homework and read books.

But after receiving a call from Zhang Qiang's father, she thought about it and decided she had to go.

So she quickly dressed up, then rode her electric scooter and rushed to

Zhang Qiang's house, arriving on time.

But who would have thought that Zhang Qiang's father, that

shameless ?

He sat on the sofa, and as soon as my mother entered, he pulled her into his arms, while Zhang Qiang was

watching TV nearby.

Then, he reached into the neckline of my mother's low-cut dress and quickly

ripped off her oversized bra.

My mother's full, large breasts were immediately exposed, rising and falling, being tossed and turned by him,

wantonly fondling them.

My mother, seeing Zhang Qiang still sitting there, groaned and screamed in shame and anger, telling him to leave immediately

! Go to the room! Zhang Qiang, after all, was still a child, all lust and no guts. Although he left immediately, he

didn't go far. Instead, he silently hid behind the door, peeping at his father raping my mother while masturbating

.

"You filthy bitch, you're so fucking slutty!"

His father pressed my mother down on his lap, one hand supporting half of her buttocks, the other encircling her

waist . His penis was fully inside her vagina, thrusting in and out relentlessly, almost reaching her cervix

.

After dozens of vigorous thrusts, my mother was completely subdued by his large penis. Her entire body

trembled from the fucking, her breasts heaved, and her jade feet, encased in flesh-colored stockings, excitedly rose on their toes, the arches of

her almost forming a right angle with the ground, her toes touching the tips of her high heels.

As he ejaculated, Zhang Qiang's father roared as if no one else was around, his testicles twitching

as he poured semen into his penis.

My mother stopped thrusting, her head tilting back as she felt the gurgling

semen . She leaned weakly against the man's strong chest, a rosy flush rising on her cheeks.

To be able to fuck a professional prostitute like my mother like that, Zhang Qiang's father was definitely a seasoned womanizer.

After graduating high school, I was admitted to a top-tier university, though it was in the provincial capital.

Having grown up with my mother and being quite introverted, I found it difficult to adjust to living alone

in a dormitory and eating in the cafeteria, especially at night when I longed for women. Fortunately, my mother

was very considerate. During my four years of university, besides holidays, she made sure I came home at least once a month to

reunite with her.

However, this "home"

issue once caused a minor embarrassment.

That day was the school's sports meet, and I had neither the mood nor the ability to participate. So I

decided to rush home to surprise my mother.

But to my surprise, as soon as I entered the house, I found my mother having sex with a man on the living room sofa.

My mother was completely naked, her legs spread wide, being carried on the man's shoulders.

Her large, full breasts heaved against her chest, covered in teeth marks and scratches. On the living room floor,

her colorful bras, panties, and stockings were scattered haphazardly around the sofa, but

only one high heel was visible. Most horrifyingly, a rag was stuffed into my mother's mouth, and

while , she could only whimper softly, unable to utter a sound.

The man who was making love to my mother was drunk, reeking of alcohol, making

the whole house smell terrible.

And to this day, I can't forget his ugly, red face, with a huge fleshy lump on it—it was utterly

disgusting Seeing this, I felt both embarrassed and angry because my mother had promised me she wouldn't

bring clients home.

However, I later learned that just a few days earlier, this man had paid fifty

yuan to my mother for oral sex at the hair salon near the entrance.

Today, he must have been drunk, and thinking of my mother's cute little mouth that day, the alcohol and lust combined to

cloud his judgment. He broke into our house, forcibly stripped my mother naked,

and onto the sofa to have sex with her.

Afterwards, my mother wanted to call the police, but when the man sobered up, his attitude changed drastically. He knew he had committed

a serious crime and might be charged with rape! He not only begged my mother to forgive him but also, in a moment of panic,

pulled out a thousand yuan from his purse as atonement.

My mother looked at the stack of money on the table, sighed, shook her head, and didn't pursue the matter further.

Having mentioned "calling the police," let me take this opportunity to tell you about the police in our area!

In they're corrupt.

When I was little, my mother initially worked as a prostitute in certain places, like hair salons and massage parlors,

because there weren't bathhouses back then.

Besides providing various sexual services to the lecherous men at these places, whenever the government cracked down on prostitution

, my mother would also

sleep with the police officers who came to "sweep" the place, using her sexy body and superior sexual skills to bribe these "public servants

."

Every time this happened, you could see those uniformed police officers coming to each small shop,

bullying and oppressing them .

After a while, the owners and the police officers became familiar with each other, making it

much easier for the police officers to come back.

They would close the door, lock it, and then, after a short while, the hair salon owner would come up with a smile

, offering cigarettes and red envelopes to each of the police officers.

My mother was working at a hair salon. The rule was that when the local police came, she had to

fawn over them and perform a striptease to entertain them.

After she removed her clothes, skirt, and stockings, the police would send the old man away, and a group of them would

surround my naked mother, yelling and screaming as they dragged her into an inner room. The scene was utterly unbearable

to watch .

Knowing my mother was a prostitute and wouldn't dare resist, the police forced her to be completely naked

, posing in all sorts of lewd positions, wantonly humiliating her to stimulate their

lust .

Almost every hair and inch of skin on my mother's body, inside and out, around her anus and vagina, was thoroughly examined by these

policemen . Besides forcing my mother to perform various lewd acts, the police also demanded that she loudly utter incredibly obscene words and sing erotic songs

while being raped by them . In these people's minds, my mother wasn't even human; she was just a public toilet, her vagina, anus, and mouth merely three fleshy holes for them to excrete their semen. Not only that, even after the crackdown on prostitution, the local police didn't let my mother off the hook. One morning, my mother went to the market to buy groceries. The market was crowded and chaotic, with people shoulder to shoulder and foot to foot in the aisles. Suddenly, someone bumped into my mother, and before she could even turn around, the person disappeared into the crowd. My mother instinctively checked her pockets, and sure enough, her wallet had been stolen! There was a police station not far from the market, so my mother quickly ran there to report the crime. As soon as she pushed open the door and went inside, the local police whistled: "Hey, isn't that the slut from the hair salon ?" Then, without a word, several of them swarmed around my mother, groping her breasts and buttocks. Seeing this, my mother could only try her best to push them away, crying out, "No, no!" But these shameless policemen naturally ignored her. Several of their large hands worked together, and in a matter of minutes, they unbuttoned my mother's top, pulling down half of her bright red bra , revealing her large, white breasts. Then, one of them reached inside my mother's floral skirt, touching . After a while, finally one of the guys got down to business, asking my mother, "What are you doing here? Missing our dicks?" While asking, he didn't forget to pinch my mother's two large nipples, twisting and rubbing them between his fingers, thoroughly enjoying himself. My mother naturally shook her head in denial, telling them that her wallet had been stolen and she was there to report it. However, at the same time, my mother stopped struggling and just stood there motionless, letting the men play with and molest her body. Logically, serving the people and solving cases and arresting criminals was the duty of these local police officers. But having finally gotten a chance to get intimate with my mother, this delicious "piece of meat," they naturally wouldn't let it slip by. The officers promised my mother they could guarantee to find her wallet and return . But there was one condition: before starting the investigation, my mother had to agree to strip naked right there in the police station office and give each of them oral sex, including blowjobs and oral semen, otherwise it wouldn't count. My mother thought, well, this isn't the first time. To find her wallet, she might as well endure it, even if it's just a free ride for the bastards! Without much hesitation, my mother nodded in agreement. Then, the real show began: the police officers excitedly went around, closed the door, drew all the curtains, and moved the coffee table and chairs to make room. Once everything was ready, my mother, her face flushed red in front of a room full of lustful men, obediently began to remove her clothes, one by one, from her top and skirt down to her stockings and underwear. After she was completely naked, she knelt on the floor as instructed by the officers and began to serve their captain. The captain sat in a chair, and my mother knelt at his feet, gently unbuckling his belt. Then, she parted red lips, extended her tongue, and began to lick his stinky penis. She licked very carefully, her nimble tongue sliding over the shaft, from bottom to top, licking the testicles, penis, glans, and urethral opening—every part. Even the smegma under the foreskin was licked clean with the tip of her tongue. After about ten minutes of licking and sucking, the captain looked utterly satisfied, seemingly about to ejaculate. Suddenly, he thrust his hips forward, plunging his entire thick penis into my mother's throat. Instantly, her mouth was filled to the brim with his large cock, leaving her only able to make muffled " ooh " sounds. After ejaculating, my mother still held the captain's limp penis in her mouth, gently stroking his scrotum with her hand . After the captain finished, the other officers followed suit, taking turns inserting their penises into my mother's mouth . My mother was incredibly skilled at oral sex, each time taking the man's penis deep into her mouth before slowly releasing it, her tongue tracing the glans and gently pressing against the sensitive spot on the urethral opening. These policemen were far more adept than the average client; they handcuffed and shackled my mother, ordering her to squat naked in a corner with her hands behind her head.

Under duress, when my mother later performed oral sex on them, she often acted like a prisoner,

her buttocks raised high, exposing her lewd vulva and anus, while trembling as she performed the act.

According to the previous "agreement," most men ejaculated directly into my mother's mouth, making

her open her mouth for them to inspect; a few who missed, spraying semen onto my mother's cheeks or

forehead, would have her use her fingers to scrape every last drop of semen from her face into her mouth, then swallow it

in .

Whether my mother's wallet was successfully found after that day, I don't know; but when she walked out of the police station

, it was already midday, a full three hours had passed.

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