I was turned into a slut by my son.

My name is Lily. I have a pretty face, long hair, am 5 feet 1 inch tall, weigh 120 pounds, and am in my forties. My measurements are 38D-30-38. I have fair skin, a round and high bottom, and full, firm breasts that often attract the attention of men on the street.

My son is 24 years old and a very strong man. People say that one should rely on one's son in old age. I divorced when I was 30 and started living with my son. I love my son very much. We are both people with very strong sex drives, and for more than three years, I have been masturbating to satisfy my sexual desires. My son is a very tolerant man. He never makes any demands on me and never minds my excessive contact with other men. Sometimes when I talk to other men in a slightly flirtatious way, or even make physical contact, he doesn't object.

My life with my son has always been very happy. One day, my son was in a car accident and collapsed. His colleagues immediately took him to the hospital. After treatment, he was basically fine in all aspects, but... he had a problem with his sex life. He couldn't get an erection often, and even when he could, it didn't last long. The doctor diagnosed it as a neurological disorder, saying it could be cured with proper stimulation.

So, for my son's sexual future, my son and I watched some Category III and IV pornographic films together. My son even asked me to imitate the lewd actions of the actresses in the films. At first, I was a little embarrassed, but for the sake of my son and to enjoy the pleasure of sex, I did whatever he asked. Initially, it was somewhat stimulating and helpful for him, but later it didn't have much effect. On the contrary, scenes of group sex, outdoor nudity, and naked sex made me feel weak in the knees and flushed, making me feel restless and eager. Over time, my lust became uncontrollable, and I had an urge to try it myself.

My son's condition worsened, so I learned to strip for him from some videos. At first, it would make him erect, but he would quickly lose his erection, leaving me feeling unsatisfied.

One evening, my son asked me to strip for him. He dimmed the lights in the living room, but didn't close the curtains.

"Son, why don't you close the curtains? People will see their mother."

"I want people to see my sexy, shameless mother. It excites me."

I did whatever my son wanted. I took off my clothes one by one until I was completely naked. I stood naked in the living room, the light from outside and the dim light in the living room illuminating my naked body. My son even made me face the window, as if he wanted people to see my breasts and genitals clearly. Perhaps someone would see my naked body. I felt my face burning and my body hot. At that moment, my son's penis became erect. He told me that while I was undressing, he fantasized about me dressed very sexily outdoors, then taking off my clothes one by one until I was completely naked, and this fantasy excited him greatly. That day, he was thrusting into my vagina on the sofa in the living room. He

did this several times afterward, and initially he seemed to get a little better, but after a few times, things didn't go as planned. My son told me that fantasies are just fantasies; they can't keep his penis erect for long, and sometimes it's only half-erect. He wanted his fantasies to come true and demanded that I dress very sexily and revealingly in public. But I was always a little shy, afraid of the lecherous looks from strange men. I would at most wear low-cut tops or tank tops, and my skirt would be no more than four or five inches above my knee.

"Aren't you afraid I'll dress too sexily and revealingly?" I asked him.

"No, the less you wear, the more revealing the better, even naked would be even better. I'd get so excited."

"Aren't you afraid your mom will be seen by others?"

"I don't mind other men seeing you at all. You have such a great figure, the more people see you, the better."

"What if they touch me, grope me?"

"Okay, I love seeing others touch you, even..."

"Even what?" Hearing my son say that, I guessed most of what he meant, and my heart pounded.

"Even if you get raped and gang-raped!"

"I'm your mother, how can I watch myself get raped?" But my desire was being aroused.

"Really, whenever I fantasize about you having sex with another man, I get excited. I imagine your hand holding that man's long, thick penis, playing with it, guiding it into your alluring little hole, thrusting it hard into your vagina, and I get incredibly excited."

"Um, it's embarrassing." My son's words made me think too.

"What are you afraid of? You can have sex with whichever man you want, whenever you want. I definitely won't be unhappy. The more shameless you are, the more excited I'll be."

"Oh! I'm your mother, not a prostitute on the street."

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. I'm doing this for our own good. Fantasy is never reality. If it were real, I think I could use it to get back to him. Besides, I know you're suffering from repression, and I want to give you some relief."

This last sentence hit the nail on the head regarding my deepest desires. If it could really help him, I wouldn't care what I did. Thinking of this, my anger subsided.

"Okay, son, I'll do whatever you want."

"From now on, no matter which man or how many men you sleep with, as long as you come back and tell me, I'll be very excited."

"But if I really do that, I feel so ashamed, so slutty."

"Really, Mom, the thought of having a slutty woman in my house excites me."

"Then I'll be a slutty woman for you, but only for you."

One Friday morning, my son mysteriously pulled out a dress, saying it was for me and asked me to try it on.

I got out of bed. Since I sleep naked, I didn't want to bother with anything so early in the morning, so I just put the dress on. It looked pretty good; it was a short silk jumpsuit, the hem very short, about ten inches above the knee. I knew I had to be extra careful wearing such a dress, otherwise it would be easy to expose myself. But then my son told me to wear this dress to work.

"Okay, but I have to put on my bra first!"

"No, I want you to wear this dress without a bra."

"How can I do that? People will definitely notice. This dress is so see-through, they'll see down there!"

"I just want it this way, please. Didn't you say you'd do whatever I asked?" he pleaded.

Sigh, I had no choice but to agree and wear this dress to work, not even stockings, but I still felt it was absurd. My son said he'd take the bus to work with me today. He also said we'd get on separately, and he'd watch me from the side.

When I arrived at the station, I felt so many eyes on me. I thought many men around me could easily tell from the smooth curves of my clothes that I wasn't wearing a bra, my nipples were protruding and my breasts were pointed, and the smooth curves of my buttocks revealed that I wasn't wearing underwear. I could almost feel a few pubic hairs peeking out through the silk skirt.

Once inside the carriage, it was packed with people; there were no empty seats, and everyone was jostling each other. Luckily, I managed to find an empty seat facing the passengers. There were no handrails near where I was standing, so I had to reach up and grab the overhead handrail to keep my balance. Unfortunately, this also pulled my short skirt up even higher, exposing almost my entire pale thigh to the man sitting below me.

I gradually realized that as the bus swayed, he kept staring intently at my genitals. I suddenly realized he might have seen my vulva. My face flushed red, and I felt men around me intentionally or unintentionally touching various parts of my body. Some even casually brushed their elbows against my erect nipples. I was overwhelmed with shame, but helpless. Especially the man below me; I knew he was staring directly at my genitals, but I dared not look at him.

The thought of my naked, long legs, even the most intimate part of my genitals, completely exposed to a stranger made me feel like I was standing naked in a public bus, exposed to a group of strange men. In extreme tension, I felt an unexpected thrill. I felt like I had become the heroine in an erotic novel. Suddenly, I felt my genitals become wet. I was wet, and I felt a liquid slowly flowing out. Oh no! I desperately tightened my legs to prevent any leakage of sexual fluid that might be seen by others—how shameful that would be!

Suddenly, something even worse happened: I clearly felt my buttocks no longer pressed against my smooth dress, but rather against someone else's clothes. Good heavens, someone had lifted the hem of my skirt from behind, up to my buttocks! I tried to see where my son was, but I couldn't see him anywhere. Suddenly, a warm, large hand pressed firmly against my buttocks.

What should I do? What should I do? I was terrified, my heart pounding, completely at a loss. That hand was stroking my smooth buttocks back and forth. My mind went blank for a moment before I could think straight: he was behind me, the carriage was crowded, and he was pressed so close to me that no one else should see what was happening to my genitals. If I cried out, more people would notice I wasn't wearing underwear. If I went somewhere else, maybe even more people would take advantage of me. Maybe if I just endured it, I'd be getting off soon. Endure it! I didn't dare look back at him. I endured his unrestrained hand roaming over my body, while suppressing the intense urge to leak vaginal fluid.

I felt his hand move to the base of my smooth thigh, and then a finger slipped between my legs, exploring my vulva. I trembled all over, my legs went weak. No, this is too much! I quickly pulled my hips back and thrust my lower body forward. Completely unexpectedly, perhaps my weakness emboldened that guy, his hand actually slipped from my thigh and moved directly to my lower abdomen. I was terrified, my face drained of color. I think the man sitting below me could clearly see the hand that was touching my abdomen, because I saw him staring at my crotch with his mouth agape in surprise, his face flushed. I immediately pulled my abdomen back, letting the hem of my skirt cover that wicked hand. But before I knew it, his other hand had slipped between my thighs, pressing against my vaginal opening. I was horrified, feeling as if I were being raped in public. I stood there, stunned, my mind blank. That hand began to move rhythmically, gently probing into my vagina, moving up and down, while my vulva became increasingly wet. I was utterly ashamed. The initial disgust had been replaced by an uncontrollable pleasure. My cheeks were flushed with excitement from the heightened sexual desire. My lower body was already overflowing with lustful fluid, which flowed down my thighs. My buttocks involuntarily arched back, allowing his fingers to penetrate deeper, while I swayed uncontrollably from side to side. I simply couldn't control myself from moaning.

Later, when his hand left, I felt an unprecedented emptiness. Thankfully, we finally arrived at the station. I hurriedly pulled my dress up and quickly got off the train. I didn't care about the possibility of being exposed on the escalator; I just wanted to get to the company as quickly as possible. But then I realized another problem: because the dress was made of thin material, if I walked too fast or took too big of a stride, the hem would swing wildly, further exposing my bare vulva. So I had to carefully tighten my legs and walk slowly. The worst part was walking back to the company from the station. Since my fair and slender legs were almost completely exposed, and the morning sunlight shone directly on the already sheer dress, it seemed almost transparent, making me feel like I was walking naked on the street. Passersby cast surprised glances at me. Although I felt my face flush and my ears burn, I also felt a strange thrill.

The first thing I did when I got to the company was to rush to the restroom to clean my wet vulva. Touching my wet vulva, I realized it had been a long time since I felt this excited.

Actually, I'm a rather traditional woman. From a young age, I was the kind of girl who did whatever others thought was right and was very obedient. My first boyfriend is now my husband, and all my knowledge about sex came from him. In our sex life, I always played a passive role. My husband's sexual ability is also good, and our sex life was generally harmonious before.

But since he had his accident, we haven't been able to have satisfying sex, and I have to use various methods to arouse him. He also often touches and stimulates me, and those pornographic videos have given me some crazy and unrestrained desires. I vaguely feel that the secret desires that have been suppressed for a long time are about to become uncontrollable.

Reflecting on my experience on the bus today, to be honest, besides shame, I also felt a strange excitement and pride. Actually, in helping to stimulate my husband, I've learned how to seduce men, but before it was only my husband; now it's in front of strange men.

A woman in her forties, though not the most beautiful rose in full bloom, perhaps I can find new opportunities to satisfy myself? My son wants me to dress sexy and revealing, doesn't he? He wants me to have sex with other men? No, how can that be! I know I deeply love my husband, but I'd do anything for him. As long as he regains his virility, everything will be alright, right? Didn't the doctor say that with the right stimulation, he can recover? As long as I can help him, what hardship can't I endure?

After washing myself clean, I instinctively reached for my underwear, only to realize it wasn't necessary today. Looking carefully in the mirror, I finally understood why so many men were so infatuated with me.

What would my colleagues think of me if I appeared like this? Sigh, I still have to go to work! I steeled myself and walked into the office.

There were five of us in the office, including me: my best friend Maybo, Dick, Mark, and our manager CK. Except for CK, I was one of the older ones, and they always treated me like an older sister. Since we'd all worked together for several years, we knew each other well and were quite casual.

We usually chatted and joked around, and occasionally they'd make unwanted physical contact, or there would be some physical contact during jokes. I didn't mind at all; sometimes they went a little too far, but I let them be. My usual work attire consisted of low-cut tops or tank tops, and my skirts were at most four or five inches above the knee, but they were already quite taken aback. These tops were easy to expose when I bent over or bent over, and my short skirts would ride up when I sat down, revealing not only my long, white legs but also making it easy to expose myself. So they always found opportunities to get close to me; I think they wanted to peek under my clothes, but I didn't mind and let them be.

Because I was late today, they had all arrived long ago. As soon as I walked in, everyone's eyes were on me. I quickly went to my seat and sat down before daring to raise my head and say, "Good morning, everyone!"

Dick leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Lily looks so beautiful today!"

"Go do your own work and don't talk nonsense!"

Dick is a college graduate who was assigned here this year, a greenhorn, and usually acts like my little brother.

Maybo also ran over from behind and whispered to me, "Are you kidding me?! Dressed so sexily!"

"What's wrong with being a little sexy? Am I afraid someone will eat me?"

"You're amazing, how come I never noticed before?"

"Just kidding, I really couldn't help it, I'll tell you properly later."

All morning, I didn't move an inch, not even going to the bathroom. But because my short skirt naturally rode up when I sat down, my long, white, bare legs were exposed to everyone in the office, and my vulva was directly rubbing against the rough chair, which inevitably stirred up my imagination. I also noticed that several men kept finding excuses to sit diagonally opposite me, their eyes never leaving my thighs. I had to cross my legs so they wouldn't see my vulva, but that exposed my buttocks to them again. It was so annoying, but what could I do when I was dressed so sexily?

It was almost noon, and I finally needed to go to the bathroom. Maybo happened to be there too.

"Lily, what's wrong with you today? You look so sexy!" Maybo asked with a smile.

We usually talk about everything when we're together, and I've even told her before that my son has some issues "in that area." So I told her about what happened this morning, omitting the part about the bus.

Maybo pretended to know a lot and said, "I know that. Your son's thing is called voyeurism. Some men just like women to wear as little as possible so they can feast their eyes."

"What do you mean?"

"Those men satisfy themselves through watching or fantasizing."

"No wonder he dresses so sexily and revealingly. Today he asked me to get in the car separately from him, saying he was watching from the side, but I couldn't find him. That means he's watching someone else take advantage of me."

"Right, just like when I sometimes daydream, I accidentally think of some lewd things, and I feel very excited!" Maybo's face turned a little red.

"But then I feel like a bad woman, people will think I'm pretty slutty."

"That's right, that's the problem," Maybo suddenly jumped up, "All men want their mothers to be a housewife in the kitchen, a lady in public, and a slut in bed. But your son can only be a lady in bed with you, he'll feel very inferior, and he's been suppressing himself for too long, so he's making this abnormal request." "

What do you think he wants me to do?" I started to think Maybo's analysis made some sense.

"I once read an article about a man's mother who deliberately dressed very sexily and flirted and even had sex with her son's group of friends in front of him, and he actually felt incredibly excited. Later, they all went to some kind of parties where many people had group sex. In other words, the more slutty his mother was, the more excited he felt. Maybe your son is in a similar situation now?"

I realized Maybo was getting a little excited.

"If I become that kind of woman, what will people think of me?"

"Haven't you always wanted to help your son? Maybe this really is an opportunity. Besides, I think they all admire you even more today!"

Maybo's words reminded me of the absurd incident on the bus this morning, and I blushed. But then I felt that Maybo made a good point. Didn't my son want me to be a slut? If it could really help my son, even if I temporarily became a little promiscuous, it would be worth it. Then, everything could return to normal.

Maybo felt moved and became even more enthusiastic: "You can take advantage of this and try it out, be more erotic, more promiscuous, and maybe, you can also really have some fun yourself!"

"You little brat, talking nonsense! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll use your Sam as an example." As soon as I said it, I realized that I had gone too far with the joke. Sam was Maybo's live-in boyfriend.

Maybo wasn't annoyed at all; instead, he smiled and asked, "Take it if you want, it's fine. But, you don't know why I love my Sam so much?"

"How would I know?"

"Of course you don't know, because his thing is especially big!"

Maybo looked at me lecherously, which made me feel embarrassed. Sigh, girls these days!

"Hey, jokes aside, I really think what you said makes some sense. I want to try it, but I'm really not confident." "I thought you should just go for it. Yeah, we're usually so close, if you need any help, just let me know."

That little devil made my heart pound.

After lunch, they played cards, but I couldn't be bothered with them and just read a book. Suddenly, the phone rang; it was for Maybo.

Maybo was on the phone, and someone kept urging her, "Hurry up, hurry up, what are you cooking!"

Maybo had no choice but to whisper to me, "Help me cover for her, this call is really important, please!"

"Sigh, I'll help you this once!" I had

no choice but to take Maybo's place at the card table. After a while, Maybo finished her call and told CK that she had an urgent matter and needed to take half a day off. After saying that, she picked up her bag and left, so I had no choice but to keep playing. Actually, the main reason I don't like playing cards is that I'm really bad at it, and this time was no exception. Before long, we were losing terribly. We finally finished playing, and it was almost time to go to work.

"Get to work, get to work!" I stood up.

"What's the rush? The losers haven't been punished yet!" CK shouted.

"Oh no!" I was shocked. According to the old rules, the losers, the men have to do push-ups, and the women have to do sit-ups. Usually, when Maybo lost, I would help her stretch her legs. But what should I do today? I'm wearing so little, and Maybo isn't here.

"Yeah, Maybo's not here, so no one's going to help me stretch my legs. So I can skip it today!"

"No way, no way! A bet's a bet, you can't go back on your word! We'll help you stretch your legs even though Maybo's not here!" The three of them immediately shouted.

"Stop it, it's really not possible today, we'll make it up to you next time!

" "No way, why is it not possible today?

" "I'm not feeling well today." I blushed and whispered.

"Lily, tell us what's wrong, if it makes sense, we won't make things too difficult for you!"

But I couldn't tell them it was because I wasn't wearing a bra and was afraid of getting hurt.

I could only say, "I'm feeling a little unwell today."

"I'm not feeling well every day, how about this, just do half today, twenty, okay!"

Before I could even speak, CK and Mark ran behind me, each grabbing one of my arms, while Dick bent down and lifted my legs, and the three of them lifted me up.

"Put me down! What are you doing!" I didn't expect them to do this.

CK said, "We just want you to do what you're supposed to do."

The three of them put me on the sofa, Dick and Mark each held down one of my legs, while CK stood beside them, ready to count. It seemed there was no way to escape. I guess I had to accept my fate and finish it as soon as possible.

After just two rounds, I realized the atmosphere was off. Dick and Mark's faces were flushed, their breathing was tense, and their eyes were fixed on my lower body, while CK was squatting beside me.

When I sat up, I saw that because of the four of them playing around, my short skirt was wrinkled, and the hem now only covered my upper thighs. My fair and plump thighs were completely exposed to them, and Dick had one hand holding my ankle while the other was on my calf, and CK was touching my thigh.

I suddenly wondered: when I lay down, would they see my vulva? Now, almost completely naked from the waist down, I was being scrutinized by three men, and the feeling I had on the bus that morning resurfaced in my mind. My

brain suddenly felt chaotic and confused; I didn't know what to do, and just mechanically completed twenty sit-ups. I didn't even know what they had done to me during that time.

When I became more aware, I realized my skirt had been lifted up to my waist, my long, white legs and my full vulva with thick black pubic hair were completely exposed, and six men's hands, each with a different feeling, were roaming over my lower body.

I initially thought they were going too far and wanted to push them away, but the feeling of being touched was also very stimulating. Just as I hesitated, a tingling sensation came from my lower body. Oh my god! Dick was licking my genitals! Waves of pleasure surged from my lower body as Dick took my entire vulva into his mouth, the stimulation from my mons pubis intensifying.

"Ah..." I groaned involuntarily, immediately realizing my mistake, because they would take it as consent.

CK then unzipped my dress. I could no longer resist, letting them pull it off. Since I wasn't wearing a bra or panties, I was completely naked before six greedy eyes. My large, firm breasts, thick black pubic hair, full vulva, round, high buttocks, and long, white legs were all laid bare before them, completely exposed.

They stared at me, their eyes scanning my naked body, while their six hands groped my breasts, waist, thighs, and vulva. My whole body began to heat up, and I let them do as they pleased.

The three men flipped me over, and I knelt on the sofa like a dog, my buttocks raised. CK crawled under me, facing me, and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting. I felt my nipple harden, while his other hand grasped my other breast, skillfully kneading it. The gentle touch made my whole body heat up.

Mark knelt down and put his penis into my mouth. I automatically sucked on it, the alkaline taste stimulating my body to get even hotter. Then I felt a hot penis pressing against my labia, and a hand gently rubbing around my genitals.

I knew I was already overflowing with desire. Dick gently inserted his thick penis into my body from behind. I instinctively contracted my vagina to welcome it. Dick slowly began to thrust in and out of my vagina. The pleasure of being violated while kneeling reached deep into my uterus. I wanted to moan, but with Mark's penis in my mouth, I couldn't make a sound. My body was being violated by three men at the same time. The pleasure kept accumulating without any way to be released. I felt like my whole body was about to explode.

At this moment, CK crawled down from below me and grabbed my hand to hold his penis. I gripped this slightly limp penis tightly. At this moment, the pleasure that had accumulated inside me seemed to find an outlet. I vigorously rubbed CK's penis up and down. CK was also kneading my breasts at the same time. The harder I rubbed his penis, the harder he kneaded my breasts. Dick's penis rubbed and thrust in and out of my vagina. The countless stimulations all over my body were driving me crazy.

Then I felt a surge of heat rush to my throat. Mark pulled his penis out of my mouth, and the remaining semen sprayed onto my face. At the same time, CK also sprayed his semen onto my breasts and back. I felt Dick's whole body shudder, and then my vagina contracted rapidly, a hot, burning sensation moistening my uterus. I felt the swelling inside my vagina slowly shrinking, but still feeling a full, satisfying sensation.

I collapsed onto the sofa, utterly dejected. I couldn't believe I was letting my colleagues sexually abuse my body in the office.

After a while, the three of them slowly got up and gently wiped my body with tissues and then with warm towels. I struggled to get up, the afterglow of extreme pleasure still lingering on my body. Their gentle aftercare gave me the greatest satisfaction.

Because Xiaoyin had taken leave, they insisted that I remain naked. They said my figure was amazing, they could look at me endlessly. Their praise made me feel so good. Oh well, they'd already seen and played with my body, and I was just sitting naked in the office, letting them look all they wanted. Working naked in the office was initially a little embarrassing and awkward, but I quickly got used to it. Was I exhibitionistic?

After work, they all insisted on giving me a ride home. Today I hitched a ride with Dick.

I took a shower first, and soon my son came home. He hugged me from behind, his hand already on my lower abdomen. The feeling of being molested by that man this morning returned, and my heart suddenly raced.

"Did anything special happen today?" my son whispered in my ear.

"On the bus this morning, a lot of men touched my body." I told my son everything about my bus experience, and he listened with great excitement.

"Back at the office, did anything special happen?" my son asked, as if he knew something.

I had no choice but to tell my son about the absurd things that happened in the office today, my face flushing with embarrassment as I spoke, while my son grew more and more excited as he listened.

"Okay, from now on, you can come back and tell me after you have sex with other men."

My son then asked me, "How do you feel now?"

"I feel so ashamed, so lewd, but... it's also so exciting and arousing."

"Mom, the more lewd you are, the more excited I get. It would be best if you showed me you having sex with other men, that would excite me even more." "

Hmm, that's so embarrassing." I thought of the article Maybo mentioned, could it all be true?

"Mom, how about we not stay home tonight, let's go out and have some fun?"

My son hugged me tightly and kissed me gently.

"Okay!"

"Come on, look at the new clothes I bought you, how about wearing them out tonight?"

He took out a set of pure black clothes from his bag. The top was a black lace low-cut bra, and the bottom was a similarly black silk skirt.

"No problem, I'll wear whatever you want me to wear. Should I change here?"

"That would be perfect."

Our window was open, and the curtains weren't drawn, meaning the neighbors across the street could see me changing. I was letting them spy on me! But

when I actually put on the outfit, I realized the problem wasn't as simple as I'd imagined. Through the semi-transparent lace overcoat, my erect nipples and snow-white breasts were clearly visible, and the bottom was even worse. This wasn't a short skirt, not even a mini-skirt; it was a super-mini-skirt, only ten inches long. When I tied it around my waist, the hem barely reached my genitals, making me look completely naked from the waist down. I looked at him awkwardly.

"Mom, this is a crop top, it's how you wear it."

He unbuttoned the skirt at my waist and re-tied it around my hips. Indeed, this covered some of the lower part, but above it wasn't just my navel; most of my lower abdomen was exposed. Luckily, the top was long enough to cover most of my stomach.

"Son, could you give me another bra?" I asked softly.

"Okay."

My son took a black bra from the closet and handed it to me. It barely looked like a bra; it was more like a support piece.

"How am I supposed to wear this? And what about underwear?"

"No, you can choose to wear this support piece or not."

There was no other way but to try it on. The design of this bra was ingenious; it simply lifted the breasts more noticeably from below, barely covering the nipples and revealing the alluring cleavage. The entire bra only made me look more sexy. Because I wasn't wearing underwear, when I twirled, the hem of my skirt fluttered, revealing even my pubic hair. I then put on black high-heeled open-toe shoes, and everything was perfect. Because the bra only had three buttons, the hem would occasionally part as I moved, exposing my fair abdomen. I was even captivated by myself: I could be so sexy and alluring.

My son whispered in my ear, "Do you know what you look like right now?"

"What?"

"You look like a real prostitute. Any man would want to have sex with you."

"Won't I be too busy?" I giggled.

"I think you can manage. Let's go, let's go dancing."

In the taxi, my son asked me to sit in the seat next to the driver. Because of the cramped space, I had to tuck my legs in, and my long, fair thighs were incredibly alluring in the darkness. The poor driver glanced at my thighs at the opportune moment. I didn't find it repulsive now; instead, I found it rather amusing. I even deliberately pulled my skirt up a bit more, exposing my entire thigh and revealing glimpses of my pubic hair, making the driver even more distracted.

After getting out of the car, my son laughed and said, "You almost got hit by that poor driver."

I laughed back, "He got what he deserved."

"Mom, I think it'll be more fun if we go in separately than together. That way, other men will be bolder." "

But I'm a little scared!"

"Don't be afraid. I'll always be watching you from somewhere. I'll appear beside you when it's time to leave, but you have to be inside until I show up. Okay, go in. You can let loose tonight."

What choice did I have now? Although a little scared, it was also incredibly exciting. I took a breath and walked into the bar alone.

The bar wasn't very big, seating a few dozen customers. It played some fast-paced dance music and disco, and some men and women were dancing on the dance floor.

I found a seat near a corner. I knew that a single woman dressed like me sitting in a bar like this would inevitably attract unwanted attention from men looking for fun. Sure enough, a tall young man approached me shortly after.

"Miss, would you do me the honor of dancing?" he asked, extending an inviting hand.

Seeing his polite manner, I couldn't refuse, so I stood up and said, "Okay." But

once I stepped onto the dance floor, I realized I was in deep trouble. In the darkness, my clothing hadn't attracted much attention, but now, standing in the brightly lit hall, everyone could clearly see my attire, even my underwear. I noticed a flash of surprise in the young man's eyes, which quickly turned into excitement.

"Miss, you look really sexy today," he said.

My face flushed crimson. This was the first time a stranger had ever complimented me on my sexiness. But tonight, I might be experiencing many firsts in my life. Slowly, I realized that his hand, which had been on my back, had somehow moved down to my waist, slipping under the hem of my blouse and gently caressing my smooth waist. As I spun around, that hand slid down my waist and over my soft abdomen. I didn't dare look at him, but I was too embarrassed to say anything either. After all, I was dressed so provocatively. Gradually, I noticed that many people around me were staring at me. The men were staring intently, while the women looked on with surprise and envy. Especially when I spun around, I realized that because my blouse was so light and I was wearing such a short skirt, my bare abdomen and my entire fair legs were exposed to their view, and they might even be able to see my vulva. Maybe my son was watching me from here.

"Can we take a break?" I pleaded meekly.

"Then you have to promise to come over and sit with my friends."

"Okay." I didn't have time to think about anything else now.

He led me to an open private room on the side, where there was a slightly chubby boy, but quite handsome nonetheless.

"You can call me Timmy, and this is Fancky," the tall boy introduced.

"You can call me Lily,"

the three of them said, sitting around a glass table and chatting. They were all younger than me and often came here. They said they had never seen such a beautiful and sexy mother as me. I told them shyly that my son was older than them. They didn't believe me, saying I was lying.

The three of them chatted quite happily, though their eyes kept scanning my thighs and lower abdomen. I knew they could occasionally see my pubic hair through the glass table. But I didn't care about these things anymore; instead, I felt a little satisfied, perhaps it was a woman's innate vanity.

At this moment, Timmy took out some light blue pills and asked me mysteriously, "Do you know what ecstasy is?"

"Yes, I heard it makes dancing disco really energetic."

"Want to try it?"

Fancky started to persuade me. At first, I didn't want to, but they kept pestering me, and my own curiosity got the better of me, so I ate two pills. Soon, I felt my spirits lift, my whole body felt full of energy, and my mind was filled with the fast rhythm of disco. I had only one wish: I wanted to dance, I wanted to be free.

"Shall we go dancing?" I said excitedly.

"Sure," they agreed.

As I stood up, Timmy suddenly walked up to me and reached out and ripped off the two buttons under my blouse, leaving only the top button. Then the two of them pulled me onto the dance floor.

Because my blouse had no buttons underneath, any slight movement or twisting of my body exposed my entire chest and lower abdomen. But with the powerful music playing, I didn't care anymore. I danced wildly with them, twisting my waist, stretching my body, letting my high breasts bounce freely, letting my sexy belly sway nakedly, letting my slender legs exude charm. More and more people gathered around me to watch me dance, whistling. All the men's eyes shone with desire and hunger. Perhaps they had seen their secrets, but I conquered them. They were captivated by my charm. I bet they all wanted to have sex with me. I want to say, if you dare to say it, I will have sex with all of you.

Finally, I was tired. We returned to our seats. I gulped down the drink on the table. Soon, I felt hot all over. At that moment, the two of them moved to sit next to me. Timmy and Fancky each put an arm around my back, and the two of them hugged me.

"What are you doing?" I giggled.

"Let's be closer this way. We'll call you 'sister,' okay?"

"Okay, but the little brothers have to listen to their sister."

"The little brothers will definitely make their sister happy."

They both grinned lewdly. Timmy's hand was already on my thigh, while Fancky was blowing hot breath into my ear.

"Hehe, it tickles, the little brothers are being naughty."

I felt more and more excited, my body becoming increasingly out of my control. Timmy's hand roamed back and forth on my smooth thigh, then moved up to my vulva. Since I wasn't wearing underwear, his hand directly touched my pubic hair.

"I bet your son can't satisfy your desires normally, you must be so thirsty."

His hand was teasing my clitoris, my vulva was starting to get wet, and Fancky had already unbuttoned two buttons of my blouse, one hand roaming over my naked abdomen and body.

"No, it's so embarrassing."

I twisted my whole body, but my legs spread even wider, my hands uncontrollably reaching for them, touching the inner thighs of both of them. Even though they were wearing tight jeans, they couldn't hide their erect penises. Fancky unbuttoned the last button of my blouse and pushed my bra aside.

"Your figure is amazing, much better than those blonde girls." Fancky said while sucking on my nipple.

At this moment, Timmy took off my skirt, exposing my fair and plump lower body, my fair and slender legs and dark and thick vulva were exposed, and his fingers were already inside my vagina.

Fancky pulled my blouse and bra off my body, leaving my two snow-white breasts swaying completely in front of me. I was now naked in front of two men I had just met, but I couldn't control myself. I let them do whatever they wanted with my body; I needed a more real feeling.

Then Timmy inserted his penis into my vagina from behind. His huge penis hit my cervix as soon as it entered, and I involuntarily groaned. At the same time, Fancky put his penis in my mouth. I sucked on Fancky's penis, moving in rhythm with Timmy's thrusts, swallowing and releasing it. My breasts were being kneaded and played with by both of them. I writhed wantonly, coordinating with the powerful thrusts of the penises inside my vagina, contracting my vaginal muscles to tighten around Fancky's penis. After a round of thrusting, Timmy finally ejaculated inside my vagina, and at the same time, Fancky ejaculated in my mouth.

Their penises left my body, and I lay limp on the sofa.

Suddenly, I realized several people were looking at me. I remembered that many people had seen my naked body and my sexual encounter with Timmy and Fancky; I felt like a porn star. My face flushed with shame, but I lay limply on the sofa, my naked body exposed to all.

Then I saw my son watching me.

"Having fun, darling?"

"What did you see?" I asked, ashamed.

"I saw everything," my son said excitedly.

"Am I very lewd?"

"I like your lewdness."

I jumped into my son's arms, hugging him tightly. After a while, he pulled my hand to his crotch.

"I'm so excited now, feel it."

Sure enough, it was hard. He unzipped his pants, revealing his penis, which I took into my mouth and sucked hard, licking it occasionally.

I became aroused again. I stopped and said, "Son, fuck me, I love you so much, fuck me, please."

He turned me around and made me kneel down like a dog. He inserted his penis into my vagina and fucked me hard. As a result, I had two more orgasms, the best of the night, and I felt the pleasure of my son ejaculating again.

Since my clothes were gone, I had to leave naked.

We got into a taxi, my full breasts and thick, dark pubic area completely exposed, allowing the driver to feast on me.

The next day was the weekend, and we didn't have to work. Because we were too tired, we slept until Maybo's phone rang in the afternoon. It turned out she was calling to remind me that it was her birthday and invited us to her house. Luckily she called, because I had completely forgotten about it yesterday. I briefly told her what happened last night on the phone.

"Lily, you're amazing! I'd like to see for myself," Maybo said on the phone.

"You brat, don't talk nonsense, or I'll seduce your Sam."

"Okay, come on then."

"Maybo, to be honest, what you said yesterday seems to be true, I actually want you to help me out..."

"No problem, whatever you want, uh... I can't talk to you anymore... let's talk when we meet." Maybo abruptly hung up, this kid is so annoying.

My son said he'd go buy his birthday present, I'll go meet Maybo first, don't keep the host waiting.

"Come on, find some pretty clothes to wear, I have plenty here!"

He wanted me to dress sexily for the party, and opened a wardrobe in the corner for me, which was filled with several beautiful dresses and lingerie, it was dazzling to look at. But every piece was daring and revealing, usually only nightclub hostesses would wear these clothes to seduce men.

"Oh, right, I forgot to ask you, where did all these sexy and revealing clothes come from?" "

I secretly bought them before. I get really excited whenever I fantasize about you wearing them."

"You really like me wearing these clothes?"

"Yes, now it's great, you can change them one by one."

My son wouldn't let me wear a bra, so after picking and choosing, I picked out a high-waisted white nylon shirt. The shirt only had four buttons and was only up to my navel, revealing a small patch of skin at my waist. Although it didn't directly expose anything, the shirt was very elastic and tight, showing off my breasts and making my nipples stand out prominently. My breasts could also be seen through the gaps in the buttons. The skirt was a short skirt with one side slit and was already very short, exposing my thighs twelve inches above the knee. What was worse, the side was only fastened with the top button, and the side slit went all the way to my crotch. With a large section of my waist exposed, a closer look would reveal that I wasn't wearing underwear.

"I'm about to get a nosebleed just looking at you dressed like that. Be careful, those men outside might eat you up."

"Who knows who'll eat whom yet?"

I made a face at my son, put on my high heels, grabbed my bag, and we went out. My son and I parted ways; he hailed a taxi and left first.

As I walked down the street, I realized how sexy my outfit was. Although I was wearing a top, the tight shirt exposed the outline of my breasts without any concealment. As I walked, my 38D breasts bounced up and down, attracting frequent glances from men on the street. In addition, my nipples were constantly rubbing against my clothes, quickly becoming engorged and erect, and my private parts were already slightly wet.

Thinking about what happened on the bus the other day, I was afraid that I would lose control and embarrass myself, so I quickly hailed a taxi. I sat in the seat next to the driver, just enough to expose one side of the opening of my skirt to him.

The driver was a rather handsome young man. From the moment I got in the car, his eyes were glued to my fair thighs. That kind of gaze would make any woman feel as if she were being admired naked. But he didn't make any concrete moves, so I didn't say anything.

"It's so hot today, miss," he said, interrupting us because of the traffic.

"Yes."

"It's good to be a girl," he said, smiling at me.

"Why?"

"When it's hot, girls don't even need underwear. They can just wrap themselves in a piece of cloth and go out."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" My face immediately turned red; I realized he was flirting with me.

Seeing my displeasure, he fell silent. But I knew his gaze was constantly scanning me, almost causing me to bump into other cars several times. Another sudden stop, and I couldn't take it anymore.

"Can't you drive properly? What if you cause an accident?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But to be honest, you can't entirely blame me. A girl as beautiful as you, dressed so sexily, any man would find it irresistible. Honestly, this is the first time I've ever seen such a beautiful and daring girl!"

Although I knew he was taking advantage of me, hearing someone compliment me like that, even though I'm over thirty, and a boy calling me "girl," made me feel really good. I couldn't help but think this boy was actually quite cute.

"Nonsense, you little brat, so glib. I'd rather be your older sister. Drive properly, and don't look around where you shouldn't." I pulled up my skirt to cover my exposed crotch.

"Good sister, please help me. Unbutton that button so I can take a good look."

My face flushed again. I knew what he meant, but I still pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "What button?"

He glanced at me and smiled. "Of course, it's the most crucial button on your skirt."

"Hmph, why should I show it to you?" "

I'll recognize you as my god-sister, okay? Whenever you need a ride, just call me, and I'll be there right away, doing my utmost for you. But please, I can't rest easy until I see it today. What if there's an accident and I hit someone? That would be a huge problem."

Seeing his pitiful look, I thought to myself: This boy is quite cute. Let him take a look. It doesn't really matter. Didn't I show it to other men yesterday? But I was still too embarrassed to look at him. I looked out the window and quickly reached out to unbutton the only button on the side of my skirt.

"Snap!" My skirt parted, exposing my snow-white thighs all the way to my hips and waist. My dark, muscular pubic area was completely exposed. He remained silent for a long time.

"Why are you so quiet?" I asked, still looking out the window.

"Good sister, you're absolutely stunning! Please let me see your breasts again, please!"

"Don't push your luck."

"Good sister, please, you can use my car for free from now on."

Fine, the driver saw my whole body last night, so I'll let him see a little more. I continued looking out the window, reaching out to unbutton my shirt, revealing my breasts.

"Good sister, please, let me see more!"

"You're so greedy." So I simply took off my shirt completely, exposing my full breasts.

"Good sister, your figure is so beautiful, I never get tired of looking at you."

He teased me quite a bit. The car arrived, and I quickly put my shirt back on and straightened my skirt. He really didn't charge me fare and even gave me his phone number, telling me to call him anytime.

When we arrived at Maybo's house, her boyfriend hadn't arrived yet. Maybo was deliberately dressed, looking sexy and alluring. She wore a low-cut, form-fitting tank top, showcasing her 35C breasts, most of which were visible, and a super short mini-skirt, displaying her twelve-inch thighs.

"Maybo, you're dressed very sexily!"

"Come on, Lily, you're dressed even sexier than me."

"You little devil, you're so smooth-talking."

"Really, Lily, how can I compare to you? I don't have the guts to dress like you in public. I only dress like that at home." She made a face at me.

That little devil is so smooth-talking. Maybo and I chatted and laughed, and soon Maybo's boyfriend, Sam, and my son arrived together. The two men leered at Maybo and me.

We partied wildly in the living room, and everyone got a little drunk. Our conversation revolved around sex. Under the influence of alcohol, all four of us became quite open, hugging and kissing each other's partners without a care in the world.

When it was time to cut the cake, we asked Maybo to stand on the table to make a wish. Her super-short miniskirt revealed most of her snow-white thighs, and standing on the table, the view beneath was completely exposed. It turned out Maybo wasn't wearing underwear; her dark vulva was completely visible to us.

"Lily, why don't you stand on the table too?" Maybo pulled me onto the table. As soon

as I stood on the table, my hairy pubic area was completely exposed. Under the influence of the music and alcohol, Maybo and I became unrestrained.

We swayed our bodies to the music, even imitating a table dance. Maybo touched my body, then unbuttoned all the buttons on my shirt. She walked behind me and pulled my shirt down from behind, completely exposing my large breasts. Then she unbuttoned the only button on my skirt, which easily slid down. I pulled the skirt off from my ankles, leaving me standing naked on the table. Maybo continued to caress my naked body. Not

to be outdone, I took off Maybo's tank top, revealing her 35C breasts. I then peeled off her mini-skirt, leaving Maybo also standing naked on the table.

Our naked bodies were left for the two men to feast their eyes on. Maybo and I caressed each other, making seductive gestures. The two men's penises became erect, and my son indeed regained his virility. Maybo and I exchanged glances, then looked at each other's men.

Sam started to caress me, sucking my nipples, pinching my breasts, kissing my navel, thighs, and vulva. He played with my labia, arousing me greatly. I wanted him to penetrate me, so I lay down, spread my legs, and lifted my vulva to let his penis enter. As soon as he entered my vagina, he thrust violently, and I contracted my vagina, enjoying the stimulation of his penis rubbing against me.

At that moment, I saw my son embracing Maybo, caressing her naked body, sucking her nipples, pinching her breasts, touching her thighs, and playing with her vulva. Later, Maybo shouted loudly that she had orgasmed, and my son also ejaculated inside her vagina. I noticed that my son's penis hadn't gone soft. Then

Sam started thrusting into me wildly, and I orgasmed again. He also ejaculated inside my vagina.

Maybo and I lay side-by-side on the bed, our two snow-white, voluptuous, naked bodies at the mercy of two men, indulging in their wanton pleasure. They squeezed and sucked our breasts, navels, buttocks, backs, thighs, calves, and vulvas. Every inch of our bodies was touched and played with by the two men.

We writhed and moved our hips and bodies lasciviously in response to them, their penises taking turns penetrating our vaginas, causing us to moan and groan, experiencing multiple orgasms, until the two men ejaculated inside us again.

Back home, I was exhausted. Tonight's swapping game had excited me greatly. It was the first time I had allowed another man's penis to penetrate my vagina in front of my son, letting him watch me do it with another man. It was also the first time I had watched my son touch another woman's naked body, watched his penis penetrate another woman's vagina, watched him do it with another woman.

"Son, was I very lewd tonight?" I was still confused.

"Yeah, but I'm excited to be able to stay erect."

"You really liked my performance tonight?"

"Yeah, you dressed provocatively and were very uninhibited."

"Then from now on, I'll wear whatever you want me to wear, and I'll do whatever you want me to do."

"I want you to wear nothing and let a few men gang rape you."

"Then I'll wear nothing and let them gang rape me." I replied drowsily and tiredly to my son and fell asleep.

The next day was Sunday, and we slept in late.

"Mom, let's go out and play again tonight."

"What kind of clothes do you want me to wear tonight?"

"This one." My son handed me a dress and a bra and panties.

The top was a black sleeveless, form-fitting embroidered see-through blouse. The embroidery on the chest barely covered my breasts, but the buttons under the collar were low, and the bra was a half-cup, so my cleavage could be seen from the neckline. The panties were a pair of briefs with a ribbon strap. The entire pair of panties consisted of only a small triangle of fabric in the front, barely covering my pubic hair. The skirt was a black short skirt that was eight inches above the knee, with a side slit that went all the way to the waistband, through which my entire thigh could be seen. I also wore black stockings and 5-inch black high heels. After I got dressed, except for my arms, I was completely black. My son called it the allure of black.

This time, we sat in the back of a taxi, and my son kept touching me.

"Son, the driver will see in the rearview mirror."

"What's there to be afraid of? Didn't that driver see me that night? You're not naked now."

I blushed at his words, but let him be. We went to an underground bar, and this time my son came in with me.

The bar was huge, with a dance floor, private rooms, and a large circular stage. The bar was full of waitresses, dressed very sexily, their bodies completely naked except for small pieces of fabric covering their nipples and genitals.

My son chose a table near the stage. A young woman was performing on stage, wearing only a sexy bra and panties, swaying her body, but the audience's reaction didn't seem very enthusiastic.

"Mom, I think that young lady's figure isn't as good as yours. If you were performing on stage, you'd definitely stun everyone."

"How could I? I'm not a stripper..." Even so, my heart pounded at my son's words.

Just then, the loudspeaker announced: "Tonight, we are honored to have Ms. Lily perform on stage. Please give her a warm round of applause!"

I was taken aback, glancing at my son. He smiled and patted my hand: "Go on, come on, drink this first, and unleash your charm."

I downed the drink in one gulp. My son pulled me up and whispered in my ear, "Just strip naked."

Before I could react, he patted my bottom and pushed me onto the stage.

On stage, the bright lights made it impossible to see the audience. Then, enthusiastic applause erupted from all around.

The powerful music started, and I felt an overwhelming excitement, my whole body brimming with energy. I swayed to the rhythm, mimicking the movements I'd seen on the video. First, I touched myself, twisting my body, shaking my breasts, and wiggling my hips, making incredibly seductive gestures. Then, I unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time, pulling it open to reveal my sexy bra. I pressed my hands against my breasts, bent over, and swayed a few times before turning my back to them to remove the shirt. Then I turned back to face them. They shouted loudly.

I was thrilled. I threw the shirt under the table, pulled open the side of my skirt to reveal my entire thigh, and swayed my thigh a few times before unbuttoning the waistband. The short skirt slid down easily, and I pulled it down from my heels to the table, revealing my white buttocks. They shouted even louder.

I wiggled my white buttocks a few times in front of them, then, unable to sit still, I spread my legs and peeled off my stockings one by one, revealing my long, slender, snow-white legs. I tossed the stockings to them, and they cheered and shouted.

I stood up, now only wearing a bra and thong, my curvaceous figure on full display. I continued to sway my hips, swing my arms, and stretch my legs.

They yelled, "Take off your bra! Take off your bra!"

So, with my back to them, I reached behind my back to unbutton my bra, then turned back around, one hand still pressing against my breasts. I heard their "ohs," and slowly removed the bra. My full, high breasts popped out, completely captivating them. The entire room was silent for several seconds before bursting into applause.

"Throw them off! Throw them off!" they kept shouting.

I threw my bra down onto the stage, leaving only that small triangular piece of fabric covering my vulva, the rest of my body completely exposed. I knelt down, raised my vulva, and continued to sway my breasts.

They kept yelling, "Take off your underwear! Take off your underwear..."

I stood up again, turned my back to them, wiggled my hips, and slowly pulled my underwear down from my heels. I turned around and threw the underwear at them, my hairy vulva completely exposed to their eyes. Now I was completely naked, standing on the stage with my private parts exposed.

I was completely naked, exposed to their gaze. I continued dancing to the music, swaying and caressing my body, from my breasts down to my thighs. Sometimes I leaned forward, swaying my breasts, sometimes I turned my back to them, twisting my hips, sometimes I knelt, exposing my hairy vulva to them. I even half-lay down, spreading my legs wide, letting them clearly see my half-open labia. I displayed my body without reservation. They shouted, yelled, and whistled wildly, captivated by my allure. I had conquered them.

The music didn't stop. Then a muscular man wearing only briefs walked up behind me. He reached from behind to the front, kneading my breasts. He caressed my smooth flesh, touching my vulva, thighs, and buttocks, sucking my nipples and pinching my breasts. I felt a burning heat from his touch, as if ants were crawling on my vulva. My body writhed incessantly, my thighs surging with desire.

Suddenly, a recliner appeared on the stage. He led me to it and gestured for me to lie down. He took off his underwear, revealing his large penis, and without a word, forcefully shoved it into my vagina. The thrust felt like it was piercing my uterus, and I groaned. He then pumped in and out of my vagina for a while, making me writhe. Suddenly, he withdrew, turned me over, and gestured for me to hold onto the chair so he could insert his penis into my vagina from behind.

At that moment, a naked man appeared out of nowhere and put his large penis into my mouth. I unconsciously sucked on it, while his hands continuously fondled and squeezed my breasts. The man thrusting into me from behind pumped in and out in waves, and I sucked on his penis in rhythm.

I had a penis between my legs and another in my mouth, my body being pleasured by two men simultaneously. I felt incredibly aroused. The man behind me thrust his penis faster and faster into my vagina. In one sprint, all my attention was focused between my legs. Finally, I couldn't help but spit out the penis I was holding, panting loudly, my hips twisting even more violently. I moaned lasciviously. I felt the penis in my vagina finally throb, and a stream of warm semen shot into my uterus. At that moment, the other man's penis, which I had just spat out, also ejaculated, spraying his semen onto my breasts and lower back.

I lay limply on the chair, the lights still shining on me, the entire room still staring at my naked body. I had been raped and played with by two strange men in full view of everyone. I felt like a porn star, letting the whole room watch me lasciviously having sex with two strange men. I suddenly felt ashamed, my face flushed, but I also felt a strange excitement and pride.

At this moment, two naked women walked up to me. They wiped the semen off my body with tissues and then wiped me with a warm towel, which made me feel very comfortable.

After the two naked women cleaned me up, they helped me up and led me to another long table. They gestured for me to lie down, then handcuffed my hands. Before I knew what they were going to do to me, they were on either side of me, gently biting my nipples and touching my thighs. Their touch made my whole body burn.

Then the two naked women left, and three naked men appeared. They took turns inserting their penises into my vagina, each thrusting for two minutes. The three of them repeatedly raped me, constantly fondling and kneading my breasts and nipples. I became unusually aroused by their rape. Because my hands were handcuffed, I couldn't move, only twisting my waist.

"Rape me...no...don't...do this...thrust me hard...ah..." I cried out like a slut.

But the three men ignored me and continued to thrust into me for two minutes each.

I couldn't take it anymore. I begged, "You...untie...me, I...will...do...whatever...you want...to...me..."

At that moment, two naked women came out and unlocked my handcuffs. The three men lifted me up and placed me on another large table. Then, many men appeared on the stage. I was being sexually assaulted by several men simultaneously. Many hands touched my body, and one penis after another was inserted into my vagina. Many men took turns raping me, but the feeling of being gang-raped was incredibly pleasurable. I don't know how many orgasms I had. Finally, I lay limp and exhausted. Then, the two naked women from before came out. They wiped my body with warm towels and helped me off the stage. I was still naked.

I saw my son's excited face, and I hugged him.

"Mom, I love how you were like a real slut tonight, letting men have sex with you!" my son whispered in my ear.

Thinking about the gang rape I had just experienced, my face flushed.

My son dragged my naked body out of the bar, and along the way, several men took the opportunity to grope my breasts and buttocks.

We jumped into a taxi, and I let another driver admire my body.

Back home, my son washed me in the bathroom, and then he raped me violently in the shower.

"Why were you so aggressive tonight?"

"The thought of your striptease, dancing naked on stage for everyone to see and grope, being penetrated by other men, especially being gang-raped in front of everyone, excites me. I want to do it with you." "

Don't you think I'm too lewd?"

"No, the more lewd you are, the more excited I get."

I was deeply moved, and I hugged my son.

Could it be that my sexy, revealing clothes, even stripping naked in public, having sex with other men, even being gang-raped in public, is the stimulation the doctor mentioned that can restore my son's virility? If I don't continue doing this, will my son's virility remain undiminished? But if I stop doing this, what will become of my son? But if I continue doing this, won't I become a harlot?

However, after two or three nights of stimulation, the secret desires that had been suppressed for a long time were released and I couldn't control them anymore.

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