Mom's breeding bus

My parents both work at a large state-owned factory in our hometown. My dad is the factory manager, and my mom is a nurse in the infirmary. I don't know when it started, but our family became wealthy. My dad was often out socializing, my mom's clothes and jewelry became increasingly fashionable, and the allowance she gave me kept increasing. They practically ignored my studies. Under these circumstances, my grades plummeted like a kite with a broken string, until I couldn't even get into high school. I've been in South Africa for two years, never studying properly, spending all my time hanging out with a bunch of other international students like myself, and calling my dad for money whenever I ran out.

Three months ago, my dad suddenly said my mom was coming to South Africa and that I should find her a place to stay. She arrived in less than a week. My mother and I moved into an apartment near the school. She left in a hurry; it wasn't for business or tourism, and she didn't even mention going back. I suspect my father's financial problems led to her fleeing first.

Since arriving in South Africa, my mother has stayed in the apartment all day, only going to the supermarket to buy groceries. Besides that, I noticed a significant difference: my father back in China was giving me significantly less money than before. This was very upsetting for someone used to spending lavishly. I called him several times to ask for money, but he only gave me a little, and if I pressed him, he would get angry. Therefore, I had to find other ways to earn money.

At first, I borrowed money from my fellow international students, and they lent it to me. Later, because I repeatedly failed to repay my loans, they stopped lending me money, except for Zheng Pu.

Zheng Pu is 18 years old and arrived a year earlier than me. I've never heard him mention his parents, but he never seems to lack money. In less than a month, I owed him several thousand rand, and he never mentioned repaying it. I had a vague feeling that something was wrong, a sense that something was about to happen. But when I needed money for movies, restaurants, or bars, I couldn't help but borrow from him.

At the beginning of last month, when I borrowed money from Zheng Pu again, he acted strangely. Instead of immediately giving me the money, he asked if I wanted to find a way to make money. I said of course I did, but what kind of way was there? He smiled mysteriously at me and said it was easy; I could make money effortlessly by doing this and that. I was so angry I almost fainted, but then I thought he was joking. Unexpectedly, Zheng Pu was serious this time. He told me there was no room for negotiation; either I cooperated with him or I paid him back immediately, or I'd be in big trouble. He gave me one night to think it over.

I didn't sleep a wink that night. The next day, with dark circles under my eyes, I went to Zheng Pu and agreed to his conditions.

What I needed to do was actually very simple. Another day passed; it was the day my mother went to the supermarket. She needed to take the bus to the supermarket, so I lied and said I was going to school and would go the same way. When we arrived at her usual bus stop, I saw no one waiting for the bus. A new yellow sign had been nailed to the bus stop pillar with a few lines of text written on it. My mother doesn't speak English, so I told her the sign said the bus stop had been temporarily moved to another location nearby due to road construction. She didn't know which way to go, so I led her through an alley behind a house to a small street, where we found a similar yellow sign nailed to a utility pole. I told her the temporary stop was there.

Less than two minutes later, a bus so old its original color was unrecognizable pulled up. I glanced at the license plate; it was the same as we had agreed. My heart pounded, because I knew what it meant for my mother to get on this bus. But I didn't stop her; instead, I followed her onto the bus.

There was already a driver and two passengers, both Black. As my mother boarded, she felt the driver's gaze drift towards her collar, and at the same time, she felt a tightening in her uterus. For a moment she sensed something was wrong, but she had already handed the coin to the driver.

My mother and I each found a seat. Two Black passengers sat in the back, seemingly asleep. The bus was dilapidated and filthy; the floor was black, the seats were broken, and few windows were intact. It looked like the whole bus was about to fall apart when it started moving.

Five minutes passed, and we still hadn't reached our stop. My mother started to look confused, and although I knew the answer, I pretended to be confused too. Only I knew a few words of English, so I stood up, walked over to the driver, and started talking to him, pretending to be interested.

Just then, two burly Black men from the back of the car came to the front. As they passed my mother, one of them pretended to stumble and fell on top of her. She was terrified.

Everything happened so fast that my mother didn't have time to react; she only heard a scream. I pretended to turn around and rush over to rescue her, but the Black man who had fallen on my mother had already stood up. He had somehow produced a dark pistol in his hand, pointed it at me, and said, "Don't move."

I immediately froze, too afraid to move. Although I knew the gun wasn't loaded, my heart was pounding. The other Black man came over and handcuffed me. During this time, my mother slumped in her seat, her body shaking like a sieve, her two breasts below her 36C cup jiggling especially violently, her nipples involuntarily becoming erect, and her uterine walls starting to heat up. Her reproductive organs sensed that something was about to happen.

My mother was only 23 when she gave birth to me, so she's only 39 this year, but her long-term pampered life makes her look only in her thirties. She's not fat but very voluptuous, especially her breasts and buttocks—two of a woman's most endowments. Her face is oval, her hair is permed and slightly wavy, she has narrow shoulders, a small waist, and wide hips, with a little bit of plumpness in her lower abdomen. Her skin is very smooth and delicate.

After the two Black men handcuffed me to my seat, they pulled my mother, who was slumped over, up and dragged her to the back of the bus. My mother screamed for help, calling my name, but I couldn't help her. It was then that I noticed the bus had stopped in an empty factory building. The driver stood up, walked past me, and went to the back of the bus.

Three burly Black men surrounded my mother in the cramped space at the back of the bus. My mother's top was quickly unbuttoned. Because it was summer, she wasn't wearing many clothes; she was only wearing a small tank top and a white silk bra. The thug standing in front of my mother reached directly into her loosely fitting tank top, slipped his hand into the bra cup, and grabbed my mother's left breast.

My mother's erect nipples pressed against his palm, and he felt a tightening in his testicles, his penis beginning to lengthen. The thug standing to my mother's side and behind also reached out and grabbed her right breast, pinching and playing with her nipple, his penis rubbing against her left buttock through her pants.

While the three thugs were playing with my mother's breasts and nipples, it didn't stop them from completely lifting up my mother's top, pulling her tank top and bra straps up to her stomach along her fair and smooth shoulders, completely exposing my mother's two large 36C breasts!

My mother's breasts were papaya-shaped, well-maintained, and almost without sagging. At the top of her snow-white breasts were two full, crimson nipples, like two fresh, large red dates. The brown areolas around the nipples were about the size of a soda can opening, protruding outwards like flower buds. Due to fear, my mother's body trembled violently, especially her soft, mature breasts, which appeared sexy and alluring to the thugs, an invitation to their caresses and kneading.

Although these breasts had nourished me, I had never seen them exposed since I could remember. The walls of our apartment back home were thin, and I often heard my parents having sex at night; I imagine my father enjoyed it immensely.

Now, my mother's two beautiful breasts were being wantonly fondled by several Black men. What I found even more unbearable was that while fondling her breasts, the thugs were also able to use their hands to attack her genitals.

My mother's skirt was lifted from the front, revealing her thong underwear, and her stockings were pulled down to her knees. A dark hand caressed my mother's mons pubis and lower abdomen through her underwear, while another dark hand even reached under her crotch to rub her genitals. The masters of the black hand gleamed, swallowing hard, their testicles and prostates engorged with blood, their vas deferens continuously pumping sperm.

My mother stopped screaming; her cervix began to moisten, her vaginal walls warmed, her vulva slightly parted, her breasts engorged with blood, and her nipples hardened even more. Regardless of her myriad fears and reluctance, her fully mature female reproductive organs were ready for intercourse.

Immediately afterwards, my mother's skirt was lifted above her lower abdomen, bunched up, and her underwear, held in place by an elastic band, was pulled down to her knees. Her buttocks and lower abdomen felt a chill, and my mother's genitals were completely exposed to the black thugs. The thugs' penises instantly grew an inch longer.

This was the first time my mother had been naked in front of any man other than my father, and it was also the first time I had ever seen my mother's genitals. My mother was completely stunned, offering no resistance; only her body was still trembling uncontrollably.

My mother was then pushed down onto the last row of seats. The thugs lifted her legs, removed her underwear, but left her stockings and mid-heeled shoes on, and then spread her legs apart. My mother seemed to try to close her legs, but to no avail. A burly Black man pried them apart, straddled her legs, and brought his mouth to her plump vulva, kissing the place where I was born and licking her clitoris.

This was the most attractive part of my mother's body to men; apart from my father, no other man had ever visited it. Below her fair, smooth abdomen was a small patch of glossy black pubic hair, beneath which was a plump mound of flesh. The pubic hair pointed like a black arrow toward my mother's external genitalia, and the flesh peeking through the gaps in the pubic hair was snow-white. From the outside, the genitals looked like a half-open mouth, with two thin labia minora peeking out from between the dark, thick labia majora. The labia minora were half-open, revealing pink flesh in the center.

A burly Black man had already taken off his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear, so as soon as he pulled down his pants, his enormous penis sprang out, reeking of the stench of Black genitals and urine. He grabbed my mother's hair, forcing her to lift her upper body, and lewdly slapped her cheeks with his semi-erect penis. My mother's cheeks quickly turned red. Then he pinched my mother's chin, signaling her to open her mouth.

Although my father had never experienced this treatment before, there was no room for negotiation. My mother glanced at me with resentful and helpless eyes, closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and took the glans, which was as big as a chicken egg, into her mouth. The burly Black man thrust his hips forward, shoving his glans deep into my mother's throat.

My mother felt waves of nausea, but she had no choice but to submit to his lewdness, licking the glans and coronal sulcus with her tongue. The filth on the coronal sulcus made her tongue numb, and the foul stench assaulted her nostrils. She couldn't hold back any longer; the acid in her stomach surged up, blocked by the glans in her throat, and sprayed out of her nose.

The burly Black man, enraged, slapped my mother across the face, causing half her cheek to swell instantly. She obediently began to perform oral sex on him. At the same time, my mother felt her clitoris being sucked and licked by another Black man, while her nipples and areolas were being sucked and pinched by a third Black man.

My mother was exposing her breasts and genitals to the Black men's penises in front of her son, and was being sucked and licked by them

. She was too ashamed to lift her head, but the heat surging within her body became increasingly apparent. The more she suppressed herself, the more uncontrollable this feeling became. Meanwhile, the three Black men's penises were fully erect. They rarely had the opportunity to be with Asian women, and had never seen my mother with such fair and delicate skin, soft and elastic breasts and buttocks, brightly colored areolas and nipples, and a full, round, and fleshy vulva. Their testicles were twice their usual size, the vas deferens frantically spitting out sperm, and the epididymis and prostate were brimming with semen.

The thug who had been sucking my mother's genitals stood up, pulled down his pants, bent down, and brought his glans close to my mother's genitals. His penis was as black as his body, with only the glans showing a slight reddish tinge. My mother's vulva was already wet, her vagina still secreting a viscous fluid, and her cervix was elongated, making her genitals appear even fuller and more alluring, ready to be penetrated at any moment.

The moment the black man's swaying glans touched my mother's vulva, it sucked on the tender flesh as if it knew the way. Just as my mother realized what was about to happen, the black man thrust his hips, his glans parting my mother's labia and sliding into her vagina. Then, his entire penis, at least seven inches long, plunged into my mother's lower body. Witnessing my mother's lower body being penetrated by the black man's penis, I felt a strange excitement, watching the place where I was born being stretched into a circle by the thick penis, as if I could see my mother's vagina and uterus trembling under the friction of the glans.

The black man's penis thrust recklessly into my mother's vagina and uterus, as if my mother's vagina had traveled thousands of miles by plane just to meet him at this moment. The sound of the violent thrusting was extremely loud, "plop-plop-plop-...", without stopping. My mother let out lewd moans, her body swaying with the rhythm, her breasts shaking violently. They could not express the surging passion within my mother's body. Waves of increasingly intense spasms spread along the vaginal walls in contact with the glans to the cervix, the entire uterus, the fallopian tubes, the ovaries, and then upwards to the two breasts and the sensitive nipples at the top of the breasts. My mother's entire female genitalia trembled with a mixture of excitement and shame.

Finally, amidst wave after wave of orgasms, squeezed by her warm, moist vaginal walls, the black man's penis erupted. He stopped thrusting, and hot semen sprayed directly onto the core of my mother's uterus, nearly knocking her unconscious.

As the black man's penis withdrew, the tip of his glans was covered in a white liquid, a viscous fluid still connecting his urethral opening to my mother's vaginal opening. The black man used his fingers to pick up the sticky fluid from the tip of his urethral opening and smeared it on my mother's vulva, not wanting to waste a single drop of his semen.

The black man who had just been sucking my mother's breasts had already taken off his pants and was waiting. The first Black man to rape my mother pushed her naked body aside like a used sex doll. He picked her up and placed her on his lap, her back against his stomach. His hands supported her thighs and calves, raising her legs high. This tall Black man held my mother like an adult holding a child to urinate.

My mother's genitals, still violating her, faced me. Her pubic hair was soaked with secretions and semen. Her vaginal opening was half-open, and after a moment, a thick stream of semen flowed from her vagina, dripping onto the dark floor, instantly forming a white puddle, like a glob of phlegm. My mother, still recovering from an orgasm, was weak and aching, her head hanging low as he did as he pleased.

The Black man, holding my mother, waited until the semen stopped flowing from her vagina before aligning her vagina with his erect penis and slowly lowering her body. Penetration was easy; he quickly inserted his entire penis into my mother's vagina, then, while twisting his hips, he moved his penis up and down, back and forth, side to side, holding her body. In this position, I could clearly see the point where my mother's vagina and the Black man's genitals met, as well as the thrusting motion; I could even see the outline of the glans penis inside my mother's lower abdomen.

No matter how he moved, my mother's vagina always held his penis. After a while, perhaps feeling his hands were getting tired, or wanting to free them for something else, he released my mother's legs, reached his hands to her chest, and cupped and kneaded her trembling breasts. While kneading, he said, "Shake your ass, whore! Shake your ass!" Seeing that my mother didn't react, he looked up at me, who was staring in disbelief, and said, "Tell your mother whore to move her

ass." Without thinking, I blurted out, "Yeah...she's your whore...sorry, good!" and told my mother, "Mom, he wants you to move your ass, move your ass now."

My mother's desires were now reignited, so she obediently wiggled her hips, cooperating with the black man's rape of her. Later, the black man got carried away and simply picked my mother up, using her body to move his penis up and down, and playing with her breasts.

He ejaculated inside her as well. No sooner had he finished than a third black man, the one who had made my mother give him oral sex first, couldn't wait any longer. He pulled my mother, now completely naked, over and pulled off her skirt, vest, and bra.

My mother, completely naked, was forced to sit face-down on the last row of seats, her buttocks raised, legs spread, allowing the black man to penetrate her from behind. Her genitals were now a complete mess; her vulva was swollen, even the pink flesh of her vulva was turned inside out. The black man's back was to me, and I could see the outline of his two dark testicles in his swollen scrotum.

My mother's swollen vulva was penetrated again by a black man's penis. This time, the first black man who had raped my mother forced her to turn around and shoved his penis, which was beginning to regain its strength, into her mouth. They began to rape my mother one after the other. My mother's soft, large white breasts hung down in front of her chest, like two large papayas, and her protruding nipples and areolas rubbed against the seat with the swaying and trembling of her breasts, and were occasionally held and played with by different men.

After the black man who had been penetrating my mother's vagina ejaculated inside her, the man who had been raping her mouth moved to the back, and the remaining black man shoved his penis into my mother's mouth again. Over the next few hours, three Black men took turns raping my mother, ejaculating inside her uterus without exception.

They used various positions to have sex with her—doggy style, lotus position, 69, rear-entry, underwater sex… I was dumbfounded. My mother, controlled by lust, cooperated with their movements. The contrast between the Black men's muscular, dark bodies and my mother's fair, delicate flesh was striking. The Black men's heavy breathing mingled with my mother's panting moans, and the Black men's satisfied shouts during ejaculation accompanied my mother's ecstatic cries during orgasm—all of this constituted a wonderful erotic performance.

Once everything calmed down, the three burly Black men had ejaculated all their pent-up semen into my mother's body. The driver went back to the front and drove off. My mother slumped against the last seat, her ravaged body limp like a heap of soft white flesh, her vagina gaping open wider than a beer bottle, thick semen constantly leaking out.

When the car stopped again, I was shocked to find that this wasn't a place we knew. Abandoned houses were everywhere, sewage was everywhere, and garbage was piled up. Even more disturbing, groups of young Black men were loitering around. I guessed this was a predominantly Black neighborhood.

The driver stopped the bus and got off. Soon, people started boarding. Six young black men boarded, all dressed in rags and filthy clothes. Their only common trait was that their eyes lit up when they saw my naked mother.

The driver charged each of them 20 rand and started driving. The two original black men maintained order in the back, while the new passengers began gang-raping my mother, each given fifteen minutes. Although the bus was crowded, I could still see my mother being held or straddled by different black men, six penises of varying lengths and thicknesses taking turns penetrating her mouth and genitals. I saw semen spray onto my mother's face, hair, chest, and stomach, but most of it was injected into her uterus.

The bus soon arrived at a different location. The men who had raped my mother got off the bus, satisfied. New passengers boarded, and the driver still charged each of them 20 rand. By sunset, besides the driver and the two black men from before, a dozen or so passengers had gang-raped my mother. Then the bus returned to where we had boarded, and I was let off.

From that day on, my mother became a sex slave, forced to prostitute herself on the bus every day. I was kept at their residence, responsible for taking care of her after she returned from her clients. It turned out that Zheng Pu had joined a gang that made money through forced prostitution and the production of adult films. Among the sex slaves controlled by the gang, there were only two Asian women: Zheng Pu's mother and my mother. So my mom's business was booming; she had to see clients more than ten times a day. Like Zheng Pu, I got money from the gang.

The gang deliberately arranged for her to see clients intensively during my mom's ovulation period, for three consecutive days, from morning till night, being gang-raped by forty or fifty black men each day. That's how my 39-year-old mom got pregnant with a black man's child. She continued to see clients during her pregnancy, even until she was seven or eight months pregnant, letting those black men have their way with her.

My mom is due to give birth this week. I really want to see what my little brother looks like.

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