They're using me like a female dog to vent their frustrations!

The sensation of flesh writhing beneath me was so exquisite. I passionately kissed Ou Manling's moist red lips, kneading her tender breasts. Listening to her alluring moans, my mind habitually conjured up images of myself as the man who usually craved her but never had the chance.

　　I don't know when it started, but this fantasy had become the best stimulation during sex with my mother. I fantasized about one of those men finally succeeding, getting my wife into bed, half-coaxing, half-forcing her to take her virginity amidst her desperate pleas. I fantasized about him pinning my trembling mother down, ignoring her feeble protests, his enormous penis thrusting into her pure vagina, wantonly venting on her body, ejaculating again and again into her womb… At this moment, my mother would close her eyes tightly, imagining being violated by that man, calling out his name in a wanton, seductive voice, begging for his conquest.

　　My mother's clients and bosses were frequent objects of our fantasies, as were my friends, the doctors at the hospital, and so on. But today my imagination is richer than usual. I want her to wear the sexy short skirt I bought for her, go to a bar to accompany someone drinking, let strange, lewd men rub her body, lick her neck, and finally stuff dirty two hundred dollars between her breasts.

　　Thinking about this, I was extremely excited. My lips and tongue left her earlobe, and I whispered in her ear as if in a dream, "Mom, how about I take you out to sell yourself?"

　　My mother, aroused by my caresses, chuckled, "Are you willing to do that?"

　　"That's precisely why it's exciting! Not selling myself, just letting them take advantage of me..."

　　"Do you want to see me being touched?"

　　"Yes, watching strangers touch your breasts and buttocks, letting him touch your entire body for 3000 yuan."

　　"Oh... what if he wants to do it?"

　　"Then name a high price... 15000 yuan."

　　"What if he's willing to pay?"

　　"Then let him do it."

　　"You're bad! Letting someone do your mother for 15000 yuan!"

　　"That's a lot of money... besides, I want to watch..."

　　"They definitely won't let you watch." "

　　Then I'll listen at the door. Don't you have many rich clients who want to do you? Are they willing to pay 15000 yuan?"

　　"Definitely... good son, you stand at the door and collect the money, let them line up and come in one by one to fuck me, treat me like a bitch and vent on me!"

　　"You filthy bitch!" I felt so good hearing that, and slapped her

　　across the face. "Oh! Hit me! Fuck me like a bitch!" Ou Manling's beautiful face flushed red from the slap, but it only excited her more.

　　I didn't hold back and fucked her while hitting her, and I insulted her from time to time, even spitting on her face, which made her scream louder. Women really are masochistic creatures, and luckily I also like this feeling, especially the thrill of conquest. That night, as usual, I fucked her for about an hour, and finally screamed in her ear and got a great release.

　　Fantasizing is one thing, and putting it into practice is another. Maybe every man with a cuckold complex has this dilemma! Imagining his mother in another man's arms is so exciting, but if it really happens, seeing his beautiful wife being played with, would the pleasure really outweigh the jealousy? I didn't know either. With this anxious feeling, my mom and I started making plans.

　　Her biggest concern wasn't being played by other men, but being seen by acquaintances—women are so fickle and self-deceiving. She suggested going to another city for a wilder experience, but I was afraid of being in an unfamiliar place, especially a brothel—a mixed bag of people, with no guarantee of safety.

So, in the end, we decided to stay in LA and go to a brothel called "Bitch." It was popular for a while, but LA people are always fickle, and now very few of my friends go there. I knew the going rate: two or three hundred dollars for a seat and plenty of touching. The plan was set, and we just waited for the right moment.

　　All of Saturday, Ou Manling was a little absent-minded, as if thinking about what was going to happen that night, both embarrassed and excited. I saw this and felt excited too, like a child going on a school field trip.

　　After dinner, Mom went inside to change as planned. I wanted to follow her in to see what she was wearing, but she pushed me out with a smile. I waited and waited, and finally the door opened halfway, revealing half of Mom's body and a flushed face.

　　Her carefully made-up face had bright, sparkling eyes and slightly parted lips. She wore a strapless, midriff-baring tube top with a sheer scarf draped over it, revealing glimpses of her exposed breasts. She wore a tight-fitting, low-cut mini-skirt with a slit on the side, exposing her thighs to a height normally unseen by others.

Her smooth, long legs were bare of stockings, and she wore four-inch high-heeled black strappy sandals, revealing her shapely toes. Even I, who knew every part of her body well, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, my lower body stirring with desire.

　　My mother asked somewhat guiltily, "Isn't it too revealing?"

　　I knew tonight's game wasn't just for me; it was also a rare experience for her to turn her sexual fantasies into reality. Her outfit was entirely based on her own fantasies, but out of female modesty and insecurity, she needed a man's affirmation and support. I repeatedly said she looked beautiful and sexy, and since she was going to dress like a prostitute, she should dress like one.

　　With my constant encouragement, Ou Manling finally made up her mind, but she insisted on waiting until dark before going out like this. Fine, I didn't want to be too conspicuous on the street either.

　　It was summer, and by the time it was completely dark, it was already past nine o'clock. My mother, unable to resist my increasingly restless urging, finally bravely stepped out of the room. As soon as she stepped out, she ran into Ling Zhewei from upstairs returning home.

　　Ling Zhewei was in his early fifties, widowed for many years, with an unmarried son. His biggest hobby was playing mahjong, and it looked like another fierce battle was about to begin. He was wearing a ripped t-shirt and shorts, panting as he climbed the stairs to the third floor, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan. Looking up, he saw Ou Manling's beautiful legs swaying gracefully as she descended the stairs. From below, he could vaguely see black beneath her super-short skirt—whether it was black underwear or nothing at all—and her silk scarf revealed most of her breasts, with a clear cleavage.

　　Ling Zhewei, who had never seen his mother so exposed before, was stunned, his mouth agape. Ou Manling's face flushed red, and she quickly greeted him before pulling him down the stairs. As we approached the corner, I glanced back and thought I saw Ling Zhewei's face flash by.

　　As I got into the taxi, my mom hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear, "I was so embarrassed just now! What are we going to do?"

　　I knew she was referring to being caught by Ling Zhewei. Although I was a little uneasy, the thought of Ling Zhewei's expression also made me excited, so I replied softly, "What's the big deal? I think it's hilarious. Look at Ling Zhewei's face, he looks like he's drooling! He has nowhere to vent, he's definitely going to masturbate like crazy tonight." Ou Manling laughed at my words and didn't think much of it.

　　When we were almost at Bitch, I asked the driver to drop me off first, because I didn't want anyone to see us going in together, and we would just stroll in slowly.

　　The summer night air was filled with unease and restlessness. The women on the street going in my direction were all scantily clad, which made my heart race.

　　As I entered the brothel's lobby, the deafening music from upstairs was already faintly audible. It seemed as if I was being watched by numerous staff members as I walked up to the second floor, though I think that was just my guilty conscience making me feel uneasy. Even before entering the brothel, the constant flow of people at the entrance told you what kind of place it was. Men and women of all sorts, dressed in bizarre and outlandish ways, were either checking their bags, waiting for someone, or just wandering around, glancing around aimlessly, their purpose unclear.

　　As soon as I entered, the loud music vibrated beneath my feet, and the lights from the dance floor on the left flooded every corner of the hall. Just as I was about to head to the bar to see where Ou Manling was, a sweet, cloying voice rang in my ear: "Sir, are you here alone?" I turned my head and saw a heavily made-up woman standing next to me. She was fairly attractive, and although her smile had a professional air about it, it wasn't unpleasant.

　　She wore a thin-strapped tank top, her full breasts bulging and straining, practically bursting out; her cropped pants clung tightly to her ample hips and thighs, the thin fabric seemingly unable to conceal the churning desire beneath. For a bitch, that's pretty good, I thought.

　　Noticing my gaze and apparent hesitation, she smiled even more alluringly, placing one hand on my arm and unconsciously rubbing her breast against my upper arm twice, saying, "Shall we sit down and have a drink?" I seized the opportunity to press my arm against her chest, saying, "Sure, you sit here for a bit, I'll come back for you."

　　A flicker of unease crossed her face, fearing the half-cooked pig's head might turn into a yellow crane, but then I pulled out my wallet, took out a fifty-dollar note, and gave it to her. Her eyes instantly lit up, even the glaring lights around us momentarily dimmed.

　　"Go buy yourself a drink and sit down to wait for me," I said. Her gaze followed my wallet as it disappeared into my pocket, lingering and distracted as she forced herself to look back at my face. "Mmm," she replied sweetly.

　　The bar was mostly full, but I shouldn't have trouble finding her. However, after circling around, I couldn't find Ou Manling. How could this be? We agreed to meet here. I thought irritably, probably in the restroom! I pulled out my phone and dialed: "Temporarily unavailable..." Damn it! Five more

　　minutes passed, and Ou Manling still hadn't appeared. Could she have...? I rushed to the "private booths," pretending to casually scan them in the dim light. In the dark corners, pairs of shadowy figures huddled together, never revealing the man's hands (at most one). Oh, there seemed to be an exception... Wait, wasn't that my mom?

　　The glance she gave me confirmed my suspicion. Her expression held a mix of resentment, wantonness, and embarrassment, all mixed with a somewhat mechanical smile, leaving me unsure of what to feel.

　　She was very obedient and saved me a seat. Thinking about it, I walked to a sofa behind her and gestured for a strong drink. A short while later, Mimi was already sitting in my lap. Her full, firm buttocks, through the thin fabric, pressed against my already half-erect penis, her upper body languidly leaning against me.

　　Not far away, Ou Manling was already half-reclined on the middle-aged man in the same position—after seeing the woman beside me, she seemed to have completely abandoned any semblance of modesty. Her silk scarf was nowhere to be seen, and because she had been sitting for so long, her already short and elastic miniskirt could no longer cover the bottom of her white, fleshy buttocks.

　　I watched as that strange man held my mother, whom I had been married to for three years, in his arms, teasingly caressing her breasts through her clothes with one hand and kneading her exposed thighs with the other. A fire burned in my stomach, as if I were about to vomit blood, although I didn't know what vomiting blood actually felt like.

　　The man's hand reached higher and higher, then suddenly disappeared completely into her black skirt. Ou Manling's body trembled, and one hand seemed to instinctively move down to stop him, but it froze in mid-air for a moment before awkwardly returning to its original position. Her chin was slightly raised, her lips were half-open, and her chest rose and fell noticeably.

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