Please help me.

My buttocks, or more accurately, my buttocks,
have been swollen from being beaten by my son, my own son who is a freshman in college, every day for the past few days.

I am 39 years old this year, and my son is 19. Four years ago, when my son had just turned 15, something
that should not have .

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

son couldn't catch up and rushed back. I was still in bed, not sure if I was dazed from the fucking or
terrified . My genitals were soaking wet, with semen flowing from my vagina and a large eggplant inserted into my anus.

My disheveled state enraged my son. He pounced on me and choked me, trying to kill me. He
choked me unconscious. When I woke up, my son was still fucking me hard. When he saw I was awake, he choked me again until
I passed out again. I don't know how long he fucked me or how many times he choked me unconscious. When I finally woke up, it was dark.
The house was pitch black, and my genitals were throbbing with pain. I turned on the bedside lamp and saw two cucumbers and
a small piece of cloth inserted into my vagina. The eggplant was still stuck in my anus. I struggled to pull out the things inside me,
my whole body convulsing with pain. My lower body was numb with pain. Deep inside my vagina was a white pair of underwear
. When I pulled it out, some white and red fluid gushed out of my vagina, and the underwear was covered in it
.

My son had disappeared.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

From then on, my son began to torment me in various ways, and I endured his torment as if atoning for my sins. Slowly,
sometimes after he finished venting, he would gently kiss me, and I would feel incredibly moved. As long as he could be even a little
kinder to me, all the suffering I endured felt like a blessing. Gradually, I also gained
a masochistic pleasure from his torment. My son had many tricks up his sleeve; he would often unexpectedly flip me onto the sofa, slap
me a few times, and then kiss me deeply. Sometimes when I was cooking in the kitchen, he would gently hug me from behind.
He would rub against my waist and whisper in my ear, and sometimes while watching TV, he would suddenly grab my hair and throw me to the floor
, forcing me to perform oral sex and swallow his semen. Sometimes he would tie me up with rope and rape me, and sometimes he would whip me with a belt,
then lovingly lick and kiss my wounds with tears in his eyes. He wanted to see me lay eggs, so he would insert a tennis ball into my vagina.
He wanted me to drink his urine, and he would urinate on my head while I was washing my hair, using the urine to wash off the shampoo. Sometimes when he was
doing his homework and was thirsty, he would let me urinate in a cup for him to drink. For a while, he disliked the taste of my urine, so
he would continuously force me to drink beer, and then urinate on it for him to drink, often making me completely drunk.

Last year, he had another wicked idea: to suckle my breasts. He would suckle my nipples until they ached terribly,
but there was still no milk. He then said he would get me pregnant, claiming that only then would I produce milk. But I already had an IUD.
One day, he made a hook out of wire, saying he was going to remove it. I explained and begged repeatedly, saying that it
would puncture my uterus, and he reluctantly gave up. He would often play with my breasts with resentment, angrily saying,
"Such big breasts, not a single drop of milk inside. I might as well cut them off and stew them to eat." During that time, I was truly
terrified of this kind of life until he finished high school and went to university. I was finally free, but the loneliness of being alone
often made me miss my son, and I often missed the time when he tortured and raped me. Because I also
derived a lot of pleasure from my son's sadism, and it was an extremely intense pleasure. I remember once he pierced my nipple with a needle.
At that moment, amidst the excruciating pain, I experienced a tingling, pleasurable sensation throughout my body. My genitals even gushed fluid, but I dared not
tell him, fearing he would continue to pierce me with needles. I missed his violence, missed the
thrusting of his penis in my vagina and anus, missed the taste of his semen, even the smell of his urine. I remember once he
whipped me with a belt until I was covered in bruises, then made me perform oral sex on him, repeatedly penetrating my mouth, ejaculating inside me, and then
smearing his semen on my wounds to heal them.

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

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

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