Mother and daughter reduced to sex slaves for Black people

During my senior year of high school, my family participated in a community-sponsored goodwill campaign, which allowed financially disadvantaged international students
to stay with us for a semester. Charlie, a tall,
muscular moved in with us then.

My family was a typical two-parent, one-child family. My father was a bank manager, my mother was a full-time stay-at-home mom and did housework
, and I, needless to say, had to shuttle between school and tutoring classes to carry green peppers. Despite our ordinary life, Charlie,
whose Chinese wasn't very good, was still very interested in our lives. He especially enjoyed observing our
every move in the house.

My mother was very hospitable and quite pretty; I heard she used to be a school beauty queen. To make Charlie
feel at home, she specially prepared meals to suit his tastes. Charlie was also a grateful young man,
doing as much housework as he could. My father and I were able to completely free ourselves from housework thanks to Charlie's great help
.

Charlie was truly a friendly foreigner.

However, I noticed that Charlie and my mother were growing closer and closer.

Household chores were usually done separately. At one point, Charlie would go into the kitchen while Mom washed the dishes,
go to the balcony while Mom hung the laundry, and even follow Mom when she went grocery shopping—once I noticed this, I became increasingly concerned about the distance between
them . But judging from how my parents and Charlie interacted, nothing seemed amiss, so I didn't
think much of it.

Until one day, I left work early because of a fever, returning home around 10 PM. The only light on was in the bathroom
, and I heard sounds of a man and woman making love coming from inside. I immediately felt that this couldn't possibly be something my serious dad would do. So I
tiptoed to the bathroom door to eavesdrop.

"Haha! No, you can't scratch that place! Charlie, you really are..."

It was Mom's cheerful voice.

"Xia Yu, nice breasts, Charlie loves them."

Then it was Charlie's turn...

"No, really no! Take your hands away..."

"Xia Yu, make love, make love, come closer."

"You really are... mmm! Chuh... chuh..."

"Plop! Plop! Sizzle!"

So lewd...
But why... why would Mom do that kind of thing with Charlie?

"Chuh, chuh, woo, mmm... Charlie... mmm, chuh, chuh..."

"Sizzle! Chuh plop! Plop! Sizzle! Chuh plop!"

What? Charlie's mouth sounds so loud, it feels so obscene...

I don't understand why this is happening, and my head is spinning. I decided to leave this dizzying place and
go back to my room to rest.

Although my head was a mess, my body was still so tired that I slept until after 2 pm. When I woke up, there was
a warm towel on my forehead, a basin of lukewarm water on the floor next to the bed, and boiled water and cold
porridge on the chair next to the basin. My sluggish mind initially thought I was still dreaming, but after a while, I fully woke up and
equated these things with my mother.

I also remembered what I had heard in the bathroom that morning.

I got up and drank some water to relax my still slightly numb head. Just then, I heard my mother's strange
cries coming from the living room.

"Ugh...! Ah! Ah! Ha, ha! Hiss...!"

And there was Charlie's voice, which had made my mother so strange.

"Oh! Oh! Xia Yu! Great!"

So what happened this morning wasn't a hallucination.

No... I still couldn't convince myself that such a thing could happen without seeing it with my own eyes. So I
tiptoed again to investigate.

On the dark brown armchair that my father used in the living room, I saw my mother and Charlie.

My mother was facing the back of the chair, her round, white buttocks raised, while Charlie, with his dark brown muscles, was squatting on
the armrest of the sofa, rhythmically thrusting his long, black penis into my mother's anus. Charlie's firm
buttocks, like a pump, maintained the motion of inserting and withdrawing his penis into her anus. Even from a distance, the slapping sounds of
his penis thrusting in and out, accompanied by the muscles slapping against her plump buttocks, were clearly audible.

I stood at the corner behind them, watching this scene in disbelief. My mother and Charlie, oblivious to my presence
, continued to enjoy themselves in front of me.

"Ah! Eek, eeek! Charlie, stop for a moment, pause..."

"Oh! Xia Yu! Your ass is great! Very great!"

"Charlie, I said stop... hiss...!" "

Xia Yu's asshole is great! Her asshole is great! Fuck you! Fuck you!"

"...Hiss! Hiss!"

My mother suddenly shouted for a stop for some reason. I thought she had discovered me, but thinking about it carefully, she couldn't see
behind me, so I continued to hide at the corner and peek.

Ignoring the request to stop, Charlie continued thrusting. Every time his magnificent penis was pulled out of my mother's anus,
it looked shiny, and its length... I think it was at least as long as my mother's forearm, right? "That
thing , can it really go inside?"

What a stupid question, because it was pulled out of Mom's anus... and it would immediately
go back in completely, then be pulled out completely, back in, back out, back in, back out... Mom, who had been calling for a pause,
could only let out hissing sounds of endurance.

Mom's legs began to move restlessly, her soft skin was being squeezed by the rough, dark brown, and her
hairy genitals were suddenly penetrated by Charlie's thick fingers, and Mom instantly gushed out urine—right on Dad's
sofa being fucked by a black man until she leaked urine.

"Ah... Ah... Charlie, I peed..."

"Xia Yu! Bitch! Hahahaha!"

"I'm not a bitch..."

"Xia Yu! A bitch who needs to be fucked!"

"Where did you learn Chinese, really... Ugh! Wait! Ugh! Oh oh oh...!"

Charlie dug at Mom's hairy genitals for a while, and when he withdrew his hand, his penis pump also rose
and exerted force, pounding Mom's anus, which was occasionally squeezing out farts, at an even faster speed. The more he listened to his mother's moans
, the stranger they sounded. Was it because of pleasure...? Would pleasure produce such sounds?

"Hiss—uh... hiss—uh uh...! Ooh... ooh ha! Black man's penis... so good...!"

Suddenly, his mother's legs went weak, and she could no longer support herself. Her lower body almost collapsed. Charlie...
He reached down from the chair back and wrapped his arms around his mother's abdomen, forcefully propping her seemingly limp lower body up
so he could continue thrusting into her anus.

"I can't take it anymore... I can't take it anymore! Charlie... Yu-Yu feels so good, so good...!"

Charlie's breathing became rapid without him realizing it, and his movements seemed to slow down a bit, but he still
continued to fuck his mother, his penis seemingly never feeling tired... He thrust hard when his mother's buttocks were still raised high
, and now that his mother's legs were weak, he still relentlessly thrust.

"Xia Yu! You slut who needs to be fucked! Cum! Oh! Cum! Cum oh oh oh!"

"Hoo...! Hoo...! Good, good...! Charlie, cum inside...!"

"Xia Yu, Xia Yu, Xia Yu, Xia Yu--!"

"Charlie... Ah ha um! Ah um! Ah...!"

As their urgent cries merged into one, Charlie's penis pump stopped—Mom's whole body
was trembling, Charlie's strong muscles tightly locked her, his penis deeply inserted, and at the edge of her anus where her dark testicles were pressed tightly
, Mom leaked a thick, dark brown, foul-smelling fluid... Charlie suddenly pulled out his
long, , Mom trembled violently, and then, along with the penis, strips of feces drooped onto
the sofa...
"Ah... Ah... Charlie—so good..."

My mother's weak, panting breaths, barely concealing her joy, mingled with the shame of her affair and being penetrated by a black man until she lost control of her bladder, stirring
within me who was secretly watching... and I didn't even realize that my underwear was soaked from peeping.

Although I had experience masturbating while watching porn online, that strange excitement
was nowhere near as intense as witnessing the lewd scene firsthand... let alone with my mother and Charlie.

I covered my mouth with one hand to prevent myself from screaming, and with the other, I slipped my fingers under my underwear and nudged her wet opening,
then began rubbing her clitoris.

After a short rest, Charlie wrapped up the excrement my mother had expelled in toilet paper and threw it under the chair, then mounted her again
, his penis re-entering her foul-smelling anus, continuing to torment my mother, who was already moaning weakly, until she was screaming
incoherently .

I couldn't help but stare at Charlie as he vigorously fucked my mother, watching her anus sag from the black man's penis,
watching their sweaty, yet still intensely mating posture—masturbating.

An ass…the place for pooping, can it really feel pleasure when penetrated? I haven't even dared to try vaginal penetration. My past
boyfriends have only ever touched my upper body; sex, penetration…I've never
tried it.

Ah…ugh, am I really that wet? My vaginal opening is completely wet, my panties soaked with vaginal fluid tightly
clinging to my private parts, it's so wet…but my hand can't stop, my eyes constantly
capturing the image of my mother being fucked by the black man…

"Ugh…! Hmm…hmm…hmm…"

I heard my own voice and was immediately startled. But the sounds from my mother's side were louder, so she probably
wasn't heard…thinking that made me feel much better. Secretly moaning behind them felt incredibly
exciting.

As I masturbated, I wondered if my mother's legs had gone weak earlier because of an orgasm? Even though I've never
experienced and only get vague information from the internet, I don't know why I hope that's my mother's reaction.
Maybe it's because it looks so good...

"Xia Yu! Stick your ass up high! Charlie will fuck you to death! Fuck you to death!"

Charlie's broken Chinese has a pure sense of brutality, which, combined with his magnificent penis, is surprisingly
fitting...

"Ah! Ah! Ah... Charlie, let me rest, let me rest for a bit... Ugh! Ugh! Ugh
!"

Is my mother really unable to take it anymore? To me and to my ears, she seems to be enjoying it. Doesn't she know that her thick pubic hair
is completely soaked with vaginal fluid and sweat...? Watching my mother go limp again and lean on Charlie for support, my fingers moved
even faster.

"Xia Yu! Come closer! Plop! Plop! Plop plop!"

"Plop, plop, plop plop... Ugh ah ah!"

Ahh... kissing and thrusting at the same time, it feels so good...! And it wasn't just a normal kiss,
it was Charlie's rough, lewd kiss... Hearing them kiss and watching them make love made me incredibly aroused...
!

"Xia Yu! One more shot! Ejaculate! Ejaculate, oh oh oh!"

"Ee, ee woo woo! Good, good...! Woo ee, woo ha, ha ah, ha ah...!" "

Xia Yu! Say it! Semen! Give it to me!"

"Give me semen... give me black semen! Charlie! Ah! Ah ha, ah ah!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh...!"

"Gurgle, woo... woo ya ah ah!"

Mom and Charlie's cries reached their peak again, Charlie once again tightened his muscles around his trembling
mother , his penis, deeply inserted, must be spurting out thick semen...

I quickly slowed down my finger movements, from rubbing to stroking, and within seconds I stopped like them—
breathing comfortably.

So wet.

My fingers had somehow touched my wet labia, leaving my clitoris and surrounding area sticky and slippery, a little lewd
…

I stopped masturbating and realized my heart was pounding, my breathing so heavy I thought they'd hear me. But Mom and Charlie were still
kissing on the sofa,
still in their intertwined position, so I quickly went back to my room, wiped myself off, and snuggled under the covers, pretending to be asleep. Even though my eyes were closed and my body gradually returned to normal, the lewd sight of Mom and Charlie having sex still made my
cheeks flush.

I lay there for at least twenty or thirty minutes, unable to sleep and unsure whether I should get up, when footsteps carrying
a strong, fishy smell entered the room. They moved the cold towel from my forehead and touched it with a warm palm
.

It was Mom's hand.

Warm… but with a fishy smell. And it felt warmer as Mom got closer.

What was she feeling beside me?

The phone rang, and Mom left the room with a basin of water. I quietly took my lecture notes to bed and studied while resting.
Whenever my mother came into the room, I pretended to be asleep because I didn't know how to face her.

That evening, my mother came in to wake me up for dinner, since I had accidentally fallen asleep. Her expression was as beautiful as ever.
Li was kind and gentle, and smelled nice after her bath. But when she walked, her legs were slightly apart, and sometimes she would pretend to adjust her skirt
while lightly touching her buttocks. These little things made me deeply aware that Charlie's presence was imprinted on my mother's body, and their
intense anal sex lingered in my mind.

"Hey! Xiao Qing!"

Seeing Charlie sitting at the dining table reminded me of his magnificent... wet, shiny
, and strong penis being pulled out of my mother's anus... I was so ashamed that I avoided his gaze and sat down next to my father.

"Oh! Xiao Qing is sick! You're unhappy!"

Don't talk about me anymore...!

"How's your cold, Xiao Qing? Let Dad take your temperature."

"I think... I should be much better." "

Hmm. Your mother said you slept all day, but it's not too serious."

"Hmm..."

Because I had chosen the seat furthest from Charlie, opposite him, my mother sat to the side of me and Charlie, and serving rice and soup to
my father became my task.

"Oh! We have oysters today!"

Dad winked at Mom across the table, so obviously that even I, as his daughter, knew I should
pretend I didn't see it ... As I served Dad rice, I couldn't help but wonder, did Mom prepare these because she felt guilty? Did she
want to be intimate with Dad because of her guilt?

Or... was she actually cooking them to give Charlie some energy?

Watching Mom and Charlie exchange glances, Mom's face occasionally flushing, I thought they
were being incredibly lewd. Dad probably thought Mom wanted to do something tonight, hence the red face!

Halfway through the meal, Mom suddenly trembled, shaking the table and drawing our attention. Dad's gaze
was on Mom's face, while I was more concerned about Charlie's left hand, which wasn't on the table. Judging from the direction his arm was extending,
it seemed like it was reaching towards Mom's thigh.

"Xia Yu, what's wrong?"

"N-nothing... I choked, haha..."

"Really... Xiao Qing, get your mom a glass of water."

"Okay."

The flush on Mom's face was clearly something that had been there before she "choked," didn't Dad notice? When I returned to the table with the water, Charlie's hand was already back on the table, and Mom smiled and thanked me

discreetly . 　　After finishing dinner without incident, Dad gave me a stingy allowance and asked me to wash the dishes and mop the floor for Mom. Treating his sick daughter like this was truly heartless. Anyway, I obediently did as he said. The fever had subsided, and I was a little tired but not so tired that I couldn't move. Besides, it was better for Mom and Dad to be alone than for her to sneak around with Charlie. 　　While I was packing the leftovers into a bento box and washing the dishes, Charlie followed me into the kitchen. 　　"Hey! Xiao Qing! I'll help you!" 　　I was startled and almost dropped the plate. 　　Charlie smelled almost nothing of the dinner food, but rather his strong body odor. Dad wouldn't be like that , and the boys in my class don't smell that bad either. It seems like only foreigners smell like that. 　　I couldn't help but glance at Charlie, who was tidying up the dishes. He was whistling leisurely, which was so incongruous with his bulging muscles . 　　"Xiao Qing! Do you have a boyfriend?" 　　"Huh? No..." " 　　Oh! Taiwanese girls mature early, I hope you have a boyfriend! Hahaha!" 　　"No..." 　　What kind of topic is this? Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Why ask this all of a sudden? We're not that close... 　　"I'll do this, you go and rest." 　　I said this to Charlie's cheerful dark face. His eyes widened slightly, but he didn't understand what I meant. Instead, he reached out and patted my shoulder. 　　"It's okay! I'll help you!" 　　Don't pat me, your smell will waft over... 　　"Xiao Qing is a good woman! Xia Yu was very happy to talk about you!" 　　Huh, talking about me? Mom would talk to Charlie about me? Why... No, maybe it's because I had a fever , that's why they talked about me? Otherwise, it would be too strange. But no matter what, talking about my daughter with my lover still felt weird. 　　"By the way! Xiao Qing! Open your mouth!" 　　"Don't go too far...!" 　　I was unhappy just thinking about them talking, and in a fit of anger, I raised my voice and glared at Charlie, who was still looking cheerful . Charlie was holding a gift he had brought on the day he checked in—a huge jar of honey, now half empty . He scraped a clump of honey with his dark fingers and smiled as he put it in front of my mouth. 　　"Xiao Qing! Here, have some!" 　　"I won't—" 　　"Hey!" 　　I fell for it...! Even though I was about to refuse Charlie, he took advantage of my words and shoved his honey-covered fingers into my mouth... As the rich sweetness spread, I couldn't help but feel his index finger, which was thicker and longer than usual. 　　So sweet, so sweet honey... I couldn't help but lick it with my tongue before realizing it was Charlie's finger. That finger smeared around in my mouth like it was wiping, then with a soft "plop," it pulled out, leaving my saliva behind… … 　　"Is it good!" 　　"…Mmm." 　　"One more bite!" 　　Charlie then dipped his index finger—the one he'd just pulled from my mouth—into the jar, stirring it, coating it in honey … and held it high in front of my slightly flushed face. 　　This time, the finger didn't come closer on its own. Charlie was still smiling, but I knew he wanted me to lick his hand … 　　…It's just honey, he shouldn't get the wrong idea, right? 　　I looked at Charlie, a little timidly taking his honey-covered finger into my mouth and gently sucking it. Charlie suddenly grabbed my shoulder with his other hand, laughing happily, and said, 　　"Xia Yu likes it too! Xiao Qing likes it too! Charlie is so happy!" 　　Mom? When Charlie fed Mom honey, did he also use his finger, covered in Mom's saliva, to scoop it out? Speaking of Charlie's honey… for some reason, it made my body feel hot. Like the heat 　　I felt watching Mom and Charlie make love … 　　"Xiao Qing!" 　　"Yes…!"

As I was sucking my finger, I was suddenly startled by Charlie's voice. I quickly spat out his finger and looked away.

I heard Charlie stirring the honey in the jar three times, and the sound made me feel a little expectant... and also a little lewd.

It's strange, why am I so concerned about what I saw today? My mind kept replaying
images of my mother and Charlie, my father on that single sofa, the two of them making love on it...

I waited anxiously for Charlie to finish, not even knowing why I was obediently waiting for him there.
Shouldn't I hate Charlie? Because he did that to my mother... inserted his penis into her body...
conquered her. But, my mother seemed to be enjoying it, which made me feel like I shouldn't blame Charlie entirely...

As my thoughts wandered, the aroma of honey wafted closer, and I turned around with a little expectation to greet
the honey- finger. However, what appeared before me was not a black finger, but Charlie's black face with a mouthful of honey.

"Xiao-Qing!"

I was stunned by this scene, and Charlie kissed me... his two strong arms then pulled me
tighter.

"Pfft! Pfft! Slurp! Slurp!"

He's kissing me...! No... he's sucking on my mouth! A sticky mess of honey mixed with saliva
dripped from my chin onto my clothes, but Charlie didn't seem to care, continuing to suck on my mouth forcefully.

In desperation, my tightly closed mouth slowly opened... followed by a rich, mellow aroma filling my mouth.

"Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!"

So forceful, but so intense...! Unlike a regular kiss... whether I resisted or submitted, I was completely
led by the nose by Charlie!

"Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!"

Ahh... my first French kiss, and it was with a Black man!

Charlie's kiss made me feel hot all over. I don't know why, but I felt a surge of excitement. Before I could even process what was happening,
he released me, closed the honey jar, and left the kitchen with a smile, sucking his fingers…

I stared at the honey jar, the honey that Mom had also eaten… The lingering scent of Charlie in the air seemed to stir
something within me, making me ashamed to admit it and afraid to accept it. In the end, I decided to quickly wash the dishes and get away from
there .

That evening, Mom and Dad took a shower and went to their room early. Charlie was reading alone in the living room. I poured myself a glass of water, went back to my room
, locked the door, but felt restless. My studies were sluggish and I didn't
finish my planned review until 1 a.m. I wanted to go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, and go to bed. I had just left my room when I heard Mom groaning from the living room.

"Hoo...! Hoooh...! Ugh hoooh hoooh...!"

The rough, unnatural cries, like those of wild animals mating, came from the living room carpet. Mom was lying
there like a puppy, her plump buttocks pressed tightly against Charlie's, facing my room under the tinted light.
Charlie was vigorously thrusting his hips on top of her.

Even in the dim light, the contrast between Mom's and Charlie's skin tones was striking, so I could see clearly...
Charlie's dark penis was thrusting into Mom's anus.

They had clearly done it during the day, and Mom and Dad probably did it after dinner too... But Mom's cries seemed
unsatisfying , as if she thoroughly enjoyed what Charlie was doing to her.

...Vulgar.

I quietly returned to my room, took a few deep breaths, and this time deliberately opened the door loudly. Then, listening to Mom and
Charlie's hurried rustling sounds, I slowed my pace—pretending not to have noticed anything—and passed through the living room.

"Xiao...Xiao Qing! Mom can't sleep, so I came out for a smoke... Don't, don't tell Dad, okay?"

Mom hurriedly put on her clothes and stood next to the TV, making a smoking motion, but the cigarette was inside out
. Perhaps she didn't have time to put on a bra, because her perky nipples were very obvious through her thin shirt.

"Xiao Qing! You can't sleep either?"
Charlie was sitting on the sofa about five steps away from Mom, holding a book. It's a miracle that someone can
read .

The two of them, sweating profusely, pretending to be asleep, don't they know I can still smell their body odor when I come to the living room
?

Charlie's strong body odor mixed with Mom's fresh scent, and I could smell it clearly from Mom.

"I need to pee... Mom, please don't smoke, Dad will be angry if he finds out."

"Y-yes! Dad will probably be angry..."

"It's because you've been saying you'd quit for three years." "

Yeah... haha..."

I felt Mom fidgeting uncomfortably, as if she was trying to get me to leave. The more she acted like this, the more I wanted to stay a little
longer .

"Mom, you're sweating so much. Isn't it hot here?"

"Is it? Hmm... it's probably just that the room is hotter. I just came out..."

"Oh no, you're not wearing a bra..."

"Ah, that's because... it's too hot... Xiao Qing! Didn't you need to pee?"

She was too lazy to even lie to me. Was she afraid I'd find out? Or was she just eager to get into Charlie's arms?

Seeing my mother's uneasy look, I felt so ashamed for her.

"I went to pee, and you've got your cigarette upside down."

"Huh? Ah... haha..."

When I came out of the bathroom, my mother was gone. Charlie was half-lying on the sofa, asleep, and the air felt less
stuffy . But what would happen when I went back to the room...? I didn't believe my mother would give up so easily. Just like how I
couldn't help but think about their relationship from the beginning, my mother certainly wouldn't give up such a great opportunity in the middle of the night
. What can I say, we're a stubborn mother and daughter.

Over the weekend, Dad went shrimp fishing with his friends, and I made up an excuse to go shopping with my classmates.
I took went out, only driving around the neighborhood for about twenty minutes before heading straight home. On the way, I thought about it:
was I trying to find out how deeply Mom was involved? Or was I simply excited to spy on their affair? It seemed like both!

It was clearly inappropriate behavior, and Dad was pitiful for not knowing, but the
thought of Mom cheating on me with a Black man was incredibly thrilling for me.

Sneaking home wasn't as difficult as I'd imagined. Aside from worrying about being caught when opening the front door, getting inside
was much easier; I just had to be careful of the noise. For example, my parents' bedroom.

Their clothes and underwear were scattered messily in the living room, and there was some unidentified
liquid dripping down the wooden hallway where the carpet wasn't laid, leading towards their bedroom. The bedroom door was open, and the combined body odor of the two of them
intensified from the hallway, while Mom's indistinct whispers gradually became clearer.

"Honey! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I was messing around with Charlie behind your back...! Waaah...!
Waaah! Waaah!"

Lying on the bed, Mom held the photo frame in her hands, her face flushed with lewdness, excitedly talking
and calling out to the photo in the frame. Charlie held her two raised legs tightly, his strong muscles pressing between her legs to
her chest, his powerful penis still inserted into her anus.

"But I can't help it... Waaah! Waaah! Waaah...!" Sweating

profusely, Charlie, whose strong body odor wafted to the doorway, vigorously fucked Mom's anus, making her pant heavily
like madwoman, while Mom continued to make lewd confessions to the photo.

"Hoo-ha...! Hoo-ha...! Who told the black man's penis to be so... ooh! Mmm! So... good...
!"

This woman is hopeless—watching this scene, I could no longer look down on my
mother who was having sex with a black man while making that idiotic confession. However, I couldn't help but stare at her having sex with Charlie, and put my hand inside her panties. It was

n't until Charlie, who was sweating profusely, finally climaxed in my mother's anus that I stopped my hand that was touching her so enthusiastically, and quickly moved away
with a feeling of excitement and subtlety.

"Charlie, you're so great... mmm! Hoo, hoo-ha... Yu Yu's anus is full of your hot
semen ."

I heard the sound of swaying footsteps gradually leaving my parents' room. Charlie didn't say much, but my mother kept
panting and saying some random things... I hid back in my room when they were about to reach the living room, my heart was still pounding
, and I heard my mother's moans coming from the living room again.

"Charlie, come on, one more time... Mmm! Mmm! Mmm, mmm...!"

...They did it all afternoon, no exaggeration. Mom was one thing, but how could Charlie
not get tired? His energy was incredible...

I, who had been intentionally or unintentionally peeping at them making love and masturbating, had my underwear soaked with secretions all day, sticking to my genitals and
making me really want to wash it clean. However, Mom and Charlie were still doing it, and since I was still outside,
I couldn't just go into the bathroom to shower. After agonizing for a while, I decided to leave when they weren't looking.

But before I could even move, they were already coming towards my room!

Mom's pleasurable panting and Charlie's wet thrusting sounds approached my door. In a panic, I grabbed my bag
and hid behind the door, listening as they walked in—pushing open the door, doing it as they went—and heading
straight the bed.

Thump!

My mother, her body dripping with sweat, collapsed onto my bed, pulling the blanket up to her nose
and hissing.

"Ugh...! Xiao Qing, I'm sorry...! Actually, last night, I was... ugh! I was having sex with
Charlie in the living room! Heh heh! Ah heh heh...!"

Is she confessing to me now...? What's going on in this woman's head?!

"Hoo! Uh hoo! Let me tell you! Black men's dicks are really... ee-hoo! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh ugh!
"

Charlie suddenly pressed one hand down on my mother's head, burying her face in the blanket so she couldn't speak. Then
he leaned over her back, whispering in her ear, stopping his penis from penetrating her anus.

A good opportunity.

It was a perfect opportunity to escape, yet I hesitated, letting go of my bag and involuntarily touching my once-
cooled private parts…

“Mmm… Charlie, you’re so naughty… Ah! You’ve hooked me… Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!
”

Charlie continued thrusting after biting my ear, and my mother, now free from the sheets, started
moaning wildly at the wall behind the bed. The two of them were making love wantonly on my bed, sweat and bodily fluids everywhere.

Although I abandoned the idea of sneaking out directly, I still carefully moved to the door. Even if I couldn’t resist the urge
to masturbate while watching them, I still needed to ensure an escape route… I wasn’t as stupid as my mother, easily discovered
.

Watching them make love, I wondered why Charlie only penetrated my mother’s anus? Was it because the front was still for
my father? Since they were already so lewd, it seemed my mother wouldn’t care about such details. So, was the
anus more comfortable? Was that it? Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense.

Each time I looked from behind them, my mother's pubic area was soaked, her vaginal fluid constantly
flowing down her inner thighs, mingling with the thick, white liquid from her red anus, dripping
slowly pace.

Today, Charlie didn't touch my mother's genitals much; she often had to rub her clitoris herself or probe inside her vagina with her fingers
, making unpleasant hissing or whimpering sounds, as if she were enduring Charlie's
black penis while simultaneously experiencing both pain and pleasure. This lewd sight, coupled with the
thick , created a visually striking effect that excited me immensely.

But no matter how stimulating and pleasurable, the moment of end eventually had to come. My mother and Charlie stayed in my room
until evening. Charlie, exhausted from a long day, finally showed signs of fatigue, and my mother lay on the bed, trembling slightly, uttering
indistinct sounds. By then, I had already put on my underwear, keeping an eye on their movements while preparing to leave at any moment
.

I would quietly slip through the living room, down to the entryway, and then quietly leave the house—only when the front door closed did I
realize my heart was pounding wildly, my body was still burning hot, and my mind was filled with
the shameful image of my mother and Charlie having sex…
A subtle odor and unidentified liquids were increasingly appearing in the house, usually in places outside my father's usual
haunts , such as the kitchen, balcony, or entryway. These places wouldn't normally have been of particular
concern to me, but whenever my mother and Charlie were out together, my curiosity would lead me to
where they were afterward, only to find a multitude of traces of their infidelity.

No matter how modestly my mother dressed, the moment my father turned his head, Charlie would grab her by the hair and drag her to a secluded corner
… Even when I was curled up on the sofa pretending to watch TV or read, I was always watching them.

Waking up in the middle of the night to get a drink or pee and then secretly peeping at the two of them brazenly making love in the living room gradually became a part of my
life .

This went on for almost two months. My mother's anus was completely different from when I first discovered they were having sex
. The wrinkles had become very deep, and the color had turned a dark flesh-colored and grayish-black. The opening was no longer a shy little...
It wasn't a hole, but a loose, large size that could easily accommodate a completely unlubricated black penis. Sometimes I
would see Charlie stuffing a semi-transparent, spade-shaped object into my mother's anus. I didn't know what it was for, and it would take
a long time before he pulled it out, the ridiculously large spade pulling out a small section of my mother's rectum.
Instead of looking distressed, my mother would groan with a lewd expression…

One night, when my mother started displaying this ugly prolapsed anus every day, the two of them were making love in the living room as usual,
the only difference being the presence of Charlie's honey jar on the table. The honey he fed my mother was a mixture of their semen-
covered penises, thoroughly stirred inside the jar… Strangely, I didn't feel nauseous seeing this;
instead felt excited as my mother ate the honey with ecstasy and moaned.

The thick honey gradually decreased as their intercourse continued, while the fluid Charlie injected—whether it was vaginal fluid
, semen, or saliva he spat into it—increased. As dawn broke outside the window, the honey jar had
turned into a cloudy, translucent liquid. Charlie, straddling his mother, slowly thrust in and out while feeding her
the foul-smelling liquid that filled the room. His mother gulped it down, then vomited it all up the moment her legs
gave way .

"Glug glug glug glug glug…!"

She vomited incoherently, but Charlie continued to push his penis into her anus until she passed out… Only then did
Charlie stop, withdraw his seemingly semi-erect, wet penis, grab his mother's hair, and roughly drag her to
the bathroom.

What followed wasn't the sound of flushing, but the lewd sounds of their continued intercourse.

Dawn was approaching, yet they were still huddled in the bathroom. Weren't they afraid Dad would discover the mess in the living room?

Should I secretly help clean up?

While I hesitated, I heard a noise from the living room—Dad was already up!

I quickly hid back in my room, waiting until footsteps entered the living room before cautiously peeking into the hallway. At that moment, I
was probably even more nervous than the two of them!

A series of embarrassing scenarios flashed through my mind, but none of them came true. I only saw my father squatting alone in the living room
, taking a video camera from the cabinet under the TV.

Wearing his pajamas, my father held the camera in one hand and reached into his pajama bottoms with the other, seemingly inhaling the lingering
stench of the two of them, watching the secretly recorded footage of their affair... and masturbating with pleasure.

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