Forty-year-old mother

My name is Yangzi, I'm 14 years old, and I'm a boy in the X grade at the Imperial Capital Restraint School. My older sister, Meiqi, is 4 years older than me. She just got accepted into the SM training department of Imperial Capital Latex University. Because the university requires all students to live on campus until graduation for easier management, there's only one open day a month when my mother and I can visit my sister at Latex University. It's been half a month since I last saw her, and I miss her very much.

My mother, Mumei, although she's over 40, doesn't show any signs of aging on her dignified and beautiful face, and she still maintains a great figure. She has a slender waist, full and firm 36D breasts, and a tight, perky bottom. If you didn't know her, you'd think she was just a woman in her 30s.

"Yangzi, Yangzi, dinner's ready! Come down and eat!"

My mother's urgent voice came from the first floor. I opened my eyes, sleeping on the second floor. I wanted to tell my mother I wanted to sleep a little longer, but before I could speak, I saw my mother already standing by Yangzi's bed.

"Look at the time! I've called you so many times, why aren't you up? Why are you so disobedient? Get up and eat breakfast now, you have to go to school after breakfast. If you miss the school bus, don't cry when Mom takes you to school!"
As soon as I heard that Mom was going to take me to school, I, who was still half asleep, immediately sat up like I'd been injected with adrenaline and smiled at Mom, "Okay, okay, I'm up now, Mom, hurry up and go out, I need to change my clothes.
" "Oh, our Yangzi is all grown up now, and she even knows how to be shy. Hurry up and change out of your bedtime clothes and put on the Thursday uniform that the school gave you. Also, don't forget to pack up the things you worked so hard to collect last night, don't make a mess of the floor like last time!"

Mom said, throwing a suitcase with "Thursday" written on it on the bed, then covered her mouth and laughed as she left my room. After closing the door, she went straight downstairs to the dining room to prepare breakfast.

As the clicking of my mother's high heels on the stairs gradually subsided, I abruptly threw back the covers. What greeted my eyes was a full-body black latex suit. (School regulations stipulated that our latex suits should be four sizes smaller than our normal size, which was inconvenient. However, teachers would randomly check in class, and students found not to meet the requirements would be punished according to school rules, with serious cases resulting in expulsion.) The zipper on this four-size-to-the-back latex suit was only 20 centimeters long. Although it was very elastic, it was still very difficult to put on, requiring my mother's help to complete. Besides the zipper at the back, the suit had openings at the eyes, nose, mouth, anus, and penis—openings, of course, for inserting pre-sleep equipment.

At the mouth, a long, black, 30-centimeter-long, 5-centimeter-diameter hollow latex penis was inserted directly into the throat, reaching all the way to the stomach. Having used this bedtime device for six years, my throat has long since adapted, but I still experience a slight gagging reflex whenever I turn my head or lift my head.

The base of this 30-centimeter deep throat gag is a mold of my mouth. Because the mold was made using hard latex when I opened my mouth, it fits perfectly inside my mouth, my teeth gripping the latex teeth of the mold tightly. No matter how hard I try, I can't close the mold even a fraction.

The mold is black except for the teeth area, and it's integrated with the base of the deep throat gag. From the outside, the black latex extends deep into my throat from my open mouth. The glans of the deep throat gag has a 1-centimeter opening, allowing the nutrient solution I'm given to go directly to my stomach, eliminating the need for swallowing and accelerating absorption to maintain energy.

A metal collar, the same size as my neck, is tightly wrapped in latex clothing. Two sound-collecting patches on each side of the inner side of the collar collect vibrations from my vocal cords. These vibrations are processed and reproduced by an electronic CPU inside the collar before being amplified by a speaker on the outside. At the back of the collar is a knob with options for "loli" (young girl), "shota" (young boy), "mature woman," and "older sister" (mature woman). Adjusting the knob to different positions produces different sounds, which explains why I could still make sounds even with a 30cm deep throat gag

in my throat. Four metal rings are welded to the outside of the collar, allowing for easy connection to various restraint devices. The collar needs to be charged monthly via USB to ensure normal vocalization.

At my anus, a black, round cap about 6 centimeters in diameter was clearly visible, connected to a 2-centimeter-diameter enema catheter. Below the cap was a hollow latex penis, 8 centimeters in diameter, extending a full 15 centimeters into my rectum. This ensured that no matter how hard I strained, the penis wouldn't be pulled out. The glans of the penis also had a hole, allowing the enema solution to be continuously injected into my intestines.

On the coat rack to the left of my bed hung a 2-liter bottle of enema solution. This solution was made from enema powder and milk provided by the school. For the six years leading up to my elementary school graduation, I was required to administer 2 liters before bed, after breakfast, and after lunch every day. Prolonged enema administration was supposed to increase bodily sensitivity and prolong orgasm time, increasing female ejaculation and male ejaculation volume by more than 50 times.

Between the 2-liter enema bottle and the catheter of the 15-centimeter penis inserted into the anus, there is a vacuum pump that controls the flow rate of the enema solution, ensuring that the 2 liters of solution are evenly distributed into the intestines during the 6 hours of sleep, thus reducing discomfort.

A 500-liter transparent glass bottle hangs on the coat rack, containing approximately 200 milliliters of milky-white liquid. The bottle opening is connected to a transparent glass cover on my penis via another catheter. This catheter also has a vacuum pump, but it operates in the opposite direction to the enema catheter, drawing fluid from the penis cover into the 500-liter bottle. This allows the semen ejaculated overnight due to the enema stimulation to be collected in this 500-liter transparent bottle.

On my feet, I'm wearing ballet high heels that my older sister, Mei-qi, wore in elementary school. The heels are a full 12 centimeters high and parallel to the insole. Without foot restraints from first grade, most people couldn't even stand normally in such shoes, let alone walk in them.

The older sister's ballet flats were quite special because they had been skillfully modified by her mother. The 12-centimeter heel was hollow, and a 12.5-centimeter steel needle, tip pointing upwards, was inserted into the hollow heel. The diameter of the hollow heel perfectly matched the diameter of the steel needle, and a locking mechanism in the middle of the needle allowed it to move up and down by 0.5 centimeters within the hollow heel without falling out.

When walking and lifting the foot, the steel needle would naturally protrude 0.5 centimeters due to gravity. Upon landing, the ground would press down on the protruding 0.5-centimeter needle, causing it to be pushed back in, with the 0.5-centimeter tip embedding itself precisely in the heel.

"Mom's hands are really skillful, but these past few days I've noticed that the steel pins in my ballet heels don't go down when I lift my feet, so my feet can't relax at all. It seems Mom should lubricate them properly."
Saying this, I sat up in bed, intending to get up and change into my school clothes. But the moment I put my feet on the ground, the steel pins in my ballet heels, under the pressure of my weight, pierced my heels. Although the tips of the pins were blunt and didn't penetrate the flesh, the weight of my entire body pressing against my heels and toes was unbearable.

I endured the pain in my heels and toes, lifting my left foot to relax my heel, but suddenly my right foot bore the weight of my entire body, the pain bringing tears to my eyes. Although my left foot lifted, the pins didn't go down.

"Ooh ooh ooh~" The muffled sound from my throat being stimulated by the steel needles echoed from my neck ring: "It hurts so much. It seems that there has been no lubrication between the steel needles and the hollow high heels for a long time. I need to go find my mother to take off my ballet high heels and get them repaired."

Enduring the intense pain in my heels, I took the enema bottle and semen collection bottle from the coat rack and hung them on the rings on either side of my neck collar. Then I disconnected the two vacuum pumps from the tubes, freeing myself from my restraints so I could go downstairs to find my mother.

Holding onto the wall, I endured the excruciating pain of the steel needles piercing my heels and my entire weight pressing against my toes, and slowly made my way to the stairs at the end of the corridor.

Without the vacuum pumps, my penis gradually shrank from its previous erection, and the semen in the collection bottle flowed back into the glass enclosure of my penis. The 2 liters of enema fluid hanging on the left side of my neck were almost gone. Even without the vacuum pumps, I estimated that gravity would allow it to be completely pumped into my intestines in about 20 minutes. Looking down at my protruding belly, I muttered to myself, "Waaah~ (I still need this enema fluid for lunch, I have to finish it all)."

Because of the 30-centimeter penis inserted into my stomach, I felt nauseous when I looked down. I forced myself to control the urge to vomit and the immense pressure on my heels and toes as I walked step by step toward the kitchen table.

About five minutes later, I limped down to the dining room. Watching my mother prepare breakfast at the kitchen counter, I shouted, "Waaaaaah~ (Mom, my sister's ballet heels are stuck again! Help me take them off, or I'll miss the school bus and get punished!)"
Hearing my childish voice behind me, Mom turned around and smiled, saying, "Yoko, come here quickly, Mom will take off your ballet heels."

"Waaaaah... (Mom is so mean! Yoko is sweating from the pain, and you still expect me to walk over?!)" Angrily, I slowly dragged my painful ballet heels toward Mom.

Once there, Mom put down what she was doing, looked at my pained expression, and smiled, saying, "Yoko, turn around and face Mom."

I stood with my back to Mom, but because of the huge penis inserted deep inside my anus, bending over was pure torture.

I bit down hard on the deep throat muzzle, slowly tilting my head forward to reduce the nausea caused by the penis inserted in the deep throat. Enduring the hardness of the 15-centimeter-long penis in my anus, I forced my back to a 90-degree angle, facing my mother.

"Spread your legs, shoulder-width apart," my mother said, patting my buttocks.

After spreading my legs, she removed the enema bottle from my neck collar and hung it on a medical stand next to the cabinet. Then she unscrewed the catheter connected to my anus counter-clockwise. A small amount of enema fluid remained in the bottle and spilled onto the floor. My mother calmly stepped on a rag, moved it over, and wiped the enema fluid clean. Then she unscrewed the cap of the penis inserted into my anus. This time, without the pressure of a vacuum pump, the enema fluid that hadn't yet entered the intestines and was temporarily trapped inside the hollow penis spilled out.

Mom calmly squatted down, frantically searching through the spilled enema fluid.
"Found it, haha!" Mom said happily, holding a wet key in one hand and slapping my bottom with the other.

My heart finally settled down.

Mom picked up the key, sucked the liquid out of it, and placed it on the dining table. Then she picked up a rag from the floor and wiped up the spilled enema fluid. She then stuffed the still-dripping rag into the hollow penis inside my anus and tightened a new cap without an insertion hole.

"We can't waste the enema fluid, I won't have time to bring you lunch," Mom said with a smile. "Okay, Yangzi, you can stand up straight now and sit in the chair. Mom will take off your ballet heels."

The rag used for wiping the floor was stuffed into my anus. Although I felt ashamed, my excitement kept rising. I sat on the chair, my face flushed. The moment the anal penis cover on my buttocks touched the chair surface, the huge penis inside my intestines was forced in several centimeters further by the weight of my upper limbs. With my internal organs being squeezed by the penis in my anus, an uncontrollable urge to vomit arose. "Ugh~ Ugh~ (Mom, it hurts so much, I'm going to throw up my stomach acid.)"

My mother, hearing the electronic loli voice coming from my neck ring, covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Don't worry, Yoko, with that deep-throat penis you've inserted in your stomach, you won't vomit up. Come on, lift your leg up and stretch it out in my hand."

"My leg is finally going to be free," I thought, lifting my left leg and stretching it out in front of my mother.

My mother lifted my leg with one hand, and with the other, she picked up the key that had been licked clean of intestinal fluid from the dining table, inserted it into the lock at the ankle of my ballet high heels, twisted it, opened it, and forcefully pulled out my little foot that had been imprisoned all night.

The moment my feet slipped out of the ballet heels, I felt an immense sense of relief.

A moment later, Mom untied the other shoe, but after taking it off, she held my heels and said, "The latex suits the school gave us are really good quality! Even though they're a size too small, and Yangzi's heels are all red from being pricked, the latex suit isn't damaged at all."

"Waaaaah~ Waaaaah~ (Stop it, Mom! Please fix the ballet heels my sister left me today, I need to wear them to bed tonight.)"

"Oh, don't worry, Mom will take care of them in a bit! Now hurry up and get breakfast ready, the school bus is almost here, don't be late for school." Mom said, climbing onto the dining table and sitting in front of me, spreading her legs in an M-shape. Only then did I have a chance to see Mom's outfit more closely.

My mother wore a loose sweater over her full-figured upper body, the sleeves rolled up to her arms for easy tidying. Her tight-fitting pencil skirt had slipped down to her waist due to her M-shaped leg position, and shiny flesh-colored stockings clung tightly to her plump but not greasy legs. The crotch of the stockings faintly revealed her secretions, indicating that she wasn't wearing underwear again today.

"What are you daydreaming about, Yangzi? Sit up straight, Mom's going to feed you."

As she spoke, she tore open the crotch of her stockings with both hands. After tearing the stockings open, she used one hand to spread her clitoris, and with the other hand, she easily inserted her hand into her vagina, pushing it deeper and deeper.

"Waaaaah~ Waaaaah~ (Hurry up, Mom, I'm going to be late)!" I said impatiently to my mother.

"What's the rush? It's your fault for not getting up earlier. The food Mom prepared for you was put in last night and soaked for over 10 hours. It's not that easy to get it out. Oh, did you forget your Thursday equipment suitcase? Honestly, I'll have to help you get it later, and I'll have to help you put it on too."

"Waaaaaah~ (Of course, when I wear my school uniform, it never conforms to the school's dress code. It's not Mom who gets punished, but your son, Yangzi!)"

"Hehehe..." Mom covered her mouth with one hand and laughed, while continuing to rummage with the other. After a while, Mom's hand, which had been inside her vagina, seemed to have grasped something and suddenly stopped. An expression of enjoyment appeared on Mom's face, and her hand slowly withdrew from her lower body.

At this moment, I saw that Mom's hand, wet with vaginal fluid, was half-holding a steamed bun about seven or eight centimeters in diameter, the bun soaked with vaginal secretions.

"These are steamed buns Mom made yesterday afternoon. One isn't enough, don't worry, there's more."

Mom said, placing the buns on a plate on the table. Then she turned over and knelt on the table, her anus facing Yoko.

"Don't rush, see what else Mom has prepared, there's a surprise."

Saying this, Mom raised her alluring, plump buttocks, tightly encased in bright flesh-colored open-crotch stockings. Her right hand gripped the table, and her left hand, clenched into a fist, slowly inserted into her deep pink anus. When the fist reached the opening of her anus, Mom's body trembled, and with a little force, it easily slipped into her anus.

My mother inserted her entire forearm all the way in, stopping only when her elbow touched her anus. Then, her fist stretched out in her rectum, rummaging around as if searching for something.

I was very curious, wondering what my mother was up to. Under my unwavering gaze, my mother's hand, which had been probing inside her rectum, suddenly stopped, and she slowly withdrew her forearm, which had reached her elbow, from her anus.

When my mother pulled her hand out, I saw that it was still holding a clump of yellowish-white stuff. However, because it had been squeezed and deformed by the tightening of her anus, I couldn't recognize what it was.

Just as I was still wondering and wondering what the thing I pulled out of my mother's intestines was, she sat up, holding onto the table. She picked up the lump of stuff, still wet with intestinal fluid, and muttered to herself, "It still doesn't work. I put it in so carefully, but it's still crushed like this. So disappointing."

"Waaaaaah~ (It's okay, Yangzi likes anything Mom prepares. Tell me what it is! Yangzi is really curious!)"

Hearing me say this, my mother held the lump of stuff out in front of me, saying disappointedly, "This is a cream cake that Mom specially prepared for Yangzi. I know you like smooth cream cakes, so I bought it yesterday. To keep the cake's shape, I used an extra-large anal dilator to dilate the anus by 15 centimeters before carefully inserting this cream cake deep into the rectum. I was planning to continue dilating the anus to remove the cake today, but I was worried you'd be late for school, so I just pulled it out in a hurry. I didn't expect it to turn out like this; you can't even tell it's a cream cake anymore."

"Waaaaaah~ (It's okay, Mom put so much effort into preparing breakfast for Yangzi, Yangzi is overjoyed. Anyway, in the end, we'll just feed Yangzi mashed liquid food, which saves a lot of trouble.)"
Hearing my electronic loli voice, Mom's face immediately lit up with joy.

"Our Yangzi is so sensible. You must be starving. Mom will prepare to force-feed you." With that, Mom jumped off the table, walked to the kitchen counter in her 12-centimeter black high heels, threw the shapeless lump of cream cake into the baby food blender on the counter, then threw in the steamed bun that was still dripping with precum from the plate on the table, closed the lid, and began to blend these two so-called foods that had been soaking in Mom's stomach all night.

After about 30 seconds, Mom stopped stirring, opened the lid, glanced at the pulverized food, frowned, and said, "It's still too dry. This won't do. Oh, right, I almost forgot, we still need to add that stuff."
Saying this, Mom took my semen collection bottle from the cabinet shelf, unscrewed the cap, and sniffed it. "Hmm, what a fishy smell! Our Yangzi is truly a big boy."

Looking at the bottle of milky white semen, over 100 milliliters in Mom's hand, I felt a little embarrassed hearing her say that.

Mom turned around and saw my ashamed expression. Smiling, she poured all the semen from the collection bottle into the baby food blender, then quickly stirred it a dozen times with her finger. After watching the semen and the blended food mix thoroughly, Mom put her finger, still covered in food, in her mouth to taste it. "Not bad, looks like I still need to add semen. It smells stinky."

Seeing the semen I'd spent all night collecting mixed with the food that had been soaking in Mom's intestines and vagina, I got a little anxious. "Waaaaah~ (Stop it, Mom, hurry up, I'm going to be late!)"

"Haha, you've worked so hard preparing breakfast for Yangzi, won't you let Mom have a taste first? Mom's coming right now."

After saying that, Mom took out a 500ml extra-large syringe from the cupboard. The syringe, without the needle, was connected to a soft tube about 4cm in diameter and 60cm long. Mom inserted the syringe into the baby food blender, sucking all the liquid food, which had been craving my semen, into the syringe, then dragged the syringe to me.

"Come on, open your mouth! Oh, I almost forgot, Yangzi's mouth has never had a drink before, hahaha."
Seeing Mom deliberately stalling for time, I frowned and glared angrily at her smiling face. "Waaaaah~ (Mom, Yangzi is ready, hurry up and feed him.)"

"Let's get started, Yangzi, get ready," Mom said, and then inserted the 60-centimeter-long, 4-centimeter-diameter syringe tube into my mouth.

Because I had an oral mold fixed in my mouth, and the deep-throat penis was hollow, it was easy to insert more than 40 centimeters. When the tip of the tube touched the urethral opening of the penis in my stomach, Mom pushed it out with a little force, and the syringe tube was now inside my stomach.

When the tube hit the wall of my stomach, I felt nauseous. "Hehehehe..." Mom actually laughed when she saw my vomiting expression.

Just as I was struggling to control my nausea, Mom swiftly and forcefully forced the entire 500ml syringe of liquid food into my stomach. Unprepared for this, I couldn't withstand the stimulation. The 500ml of food scattered throughout my stomach. The penis inserted deep into my stomach already occupied a significant portion of its capacity, and my stomach couldn't handle so much at once. The liquid food pushed back down my throat through the gap between my stomach wall and the penis, and then surprisingly, flowed out of my nostrils, pressing against my tear ducts, causing tears to stream down my face.
Seeing the breakfast that had just been forced into my nostrils and my pained, tearful expression, Mom continued to laugh as if nothing had happened, saying, "Hahaha, you were in such a hurry, constantly urging Mom, but even after force-feeding you, you still waste food like this. I knew I'd spent the whole night preparing this for you!"
With that, Mom put her mouth to my nostrils and forcefully sucked in the liquid food that had flowed out and remained in my throat, holding it in her mouth.

After both nostrils were emptied, Mom pulled out the plunger of the syringe. At this point, because the syringe was vacuumed, the gastric juices and the liquid food that had just been injected were drawn back into the syringe, leaving a pale yellow mixture of gastric juices in the 500ml syringe.

My previously bloated stomach now clung tightly to my deep-throat penis. I couldn't withstand this stimulation; my penis immediately ejaculated white semen, which flowed onto the floor.

Mom quickly squatted down, put her mouth on my penis, and sucked the flowing semen into her mouth. Then she lay on the floor and licked up every last drop of semen.

After licking the floor clean, Mom stood up, puffed out her cheeks, and used her tongue to mix the breakfast and semen she had just sucked into her mouth. Then she pulled out the syringe plunger, spat the mixture back in, and pushed the plunger back in. She then said to me, "I didn't expect you to be so sensitive. You didn't even tell Mom you were
going to ejaculate, almost wasting it." After saying that, Mom continued to forcefully push the contents of the syringe into my stomach. When it was pushed all the way in, the liquid food in my stomach was about to spray out of my nostrils again, just like before. However, this time Mom timed it perfectly; just as it was about to spray out of my nostrils, she pulled out the syringe plunger, drawing the contents of my stomach into the syringe.

She repeated this several times until it was pushed all the way in and I stopped spraying from my nostrils.

But by then, I had already fainted from Mom's constant pouring and withdrawing. Mom looked at my face, my eyes rolled back, and slapped my penis with her hand until she woke me up. I looked at Mom with tears streaming down my face.

"Yangzi, breakfast is over. Mom will go upstairs to get your Thursday gear suitcase. Wait for Mom here."

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