[My Mother is a Sex Worker] [Part 1] [Author: Hungry Jack] [The End]

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My name is Zhao Hua, I am 23 years old, and a recent graduate. I grew up in a poor single-parent family. My mother gave birth to me when she was nineteen, and my father was a street thug. When I was four, he was sentenced to prison for gambling. For more than ten years afterward, I lived with my mother and never saw my father again.
Having relied on my mother since childhood, I have a strong character and study hard, always being a top student in school.
However, although I was favored by my teachers, I was never popular with my classmates. Apart from one classmate from junior high school with whom I had a connection, I had no friends. It wasn't because I was withdrawn, but because I never went out with other children my age.
The reason was simple: I had no money.
Speaking of which, I must introduce my mother.
When she was young, my mother worked as an accountant at a supply and marketing cooperative for a year. She was conscientious and responsible at work, never delaying or cutting corners on tasks assigned by her superiors.
However, my mother was naturally timid and cowardly. In addition, my mother was beautiful, with a small, oval face, striking features, large eyes, long eyelashes, and thin lips; her figure was also remarkable, with a pert bottom, plump breasts, and a swaying gait when she walked in high heels… Because of this personality and appearance, my mother only worked as an accountant at the supply and marketing cooperative for a year before she couldn't continue.
(Readers will surely have questions upon reading this. I will explain the reasons for my mother's resignation later.) Now, to be honest, my mother was a professional prostitute, or more accurately, a clandestine prostitute.
Hair salons, nightclubs, saunas… even public toilets on the street were places where my mother "worked."
My mother's work was extremely hard; she never slept at night and often went out to "earn extra money" during the day.
Faced with immense financial pressure, my mother had no choice but to constantly overwork and torture her body.
Although life was very hard, I was fortunate enough to receive something that most children wouldn't even dare to dream of at such a young age: a perfect sexual partner. The woman who allowed me to experience the wonders of sex so early was my mother.
My first incestuous relationship with my mother happened on my nineteenth birthday.
I still clearly remember that night. My mother came home early from the hair salon, but unlike other mothers, she didn't buy her son a small gift or order a cake. She just made me a bowl of longevity noodles.
I was a little disappointed, but I didn't show it.
Later, as I sat eating the noodles, my mother suddenly knelt down in front of me. I was very surprised and didn't know what to do. Then, without saying a word, my mother reached out and helped me take off my shorts, then touched my large penis.
After caressing it for a while, my penis grew a little bigger, and my mother took it into her mouth, then knelt down and began to give me oral sex.
Perhaps because she was used to giving oral sex to customers, my mother started off with very large movements and a fast pace. It was my first time experiencing sex, and I was extremely nervous, my mind went blank, and I felt almost no pleasure. After all, I hadn't even learned how to masturbate before.
After a short while, my mother realized that my penis wasn't very hard in her mouth, so she took it out and started masturbating me with her hand.
Sure enough, masturbation was more effective; my mother only stroked it a dozen times before my penis was fully erect.
Just before ejaculating, my mother used her tongue to quickly circle the head of my penis and kept tickling my anus with the fingers of her other hand, which stimulated me so much that I almost knocked over the noodles on the table.
In the end, I ejaculated half of my semen into my mother's mouth and half into her hand.
I was a senior in high school that year, and my mother was thirty-eight years old.
Perhaps because it was my "first time," to this day, I still enjoy having my mother give me oral sex during meals. My mother never refused. Every time I brought it up, she would immediately put down her chopsticks, come over, and kneel down to give me oral sex. After she finished, she wouldn't even wipe her mouth before going back to her meal.
After giving me oral sex and masturbation, naturally, the next day we went to bed together.
My mother had a very full figure, especially her breasts, which were plump, large, and white. According to her, she wore at least a 34D bra, and even though she was nearly forty, they didn't sag at all.
Before making love with my mother for the first time, I excitedly pinched and kneaded her breasts for a good ten minutes, still feeling very aroused.
As for my mother's vagina, because it was penetrated by various sizes and lengths of penises every day, it had darkened a bit. But despite this, the inside of my mother's vagina still maintained the tightness of a young woman.
Often, when I was tired from doing my homework, I would lift my mother's skirt, spread her legs, and then use my fingers to part her thick labia majora and minora to observe my mother's dark brown vulva up close. Sometimes, I would mischievously tap her clitoris with my front teeth, stimulating her vagina to produce fluid.
My mother always objected to me touching her vulva with my mouth because she felt it was dirty.
When I was little, I didn't understand and asked my mother why it was dirty. My mother's answer was humorous—I still remember it to this day—"Because many uncles like to pee there." Now that I'm grown up, I don't find that sentence humorous at all... Over the years, my mother's long-cherished wish was to save enough money to take me far away and start a new life in another place. Therefore, my mother worked exceptionally hard every day, and because she was a prostitute, she gradually became famous in the neighborhood through word of mouth among her clients.
Almost every lecherous man living in my neighborhood knew my mother.
One afternoon, after buying groceries at the market, my mother rode her bicycle home. Just as she entered the gate of the residential complex, Old Zhao from the gatehouse called out to her, "Hey, Xiao Feng, come here for a second!" It was almost time for me to get out of school, and my mother was always in a rush. She knew perfectly well why Old Zhao had called her, and she was somewhat reluctant.
But there was nothing she could do; although Old Zhao was just a gatekeeper, he was not someone to be trifled with. After thinking for a moment, my mother obediently went over. She parked her bicycle in front of the gatehouse and then walked in with her head down.
As soon as she entered, Old Zhao grabbed my mother from behind, kissing her earlobes and cheeks while kneading her large breasts with both hands.
My mother frowned and said coquettishly, "Let's forget about it today, Old Zhao, my son is waiting for me to cook dinner..." "What's the rush? Ten minutes will do."
With that, Old Zhao began unbuttoning my mother's shirt.
After removing her pink coat and white shirt, Mom revealed a dark purple bra covering her large, round breasts. Old Zhao's mouth watered. He reached out and pulled off Mom's bra, then bent down and took one of Mom's nipples into his mouth, sucking on it.
"Squeak, squeak," Old Zhao squinted, enjoying his sucking on Mom's breast, leaving her snow-white breasts covered in saliva.
Mom looked tense, glancing out the window every now and then, afraid that an acquaintance might pass by—not because she was afraid of being seen and embarrassed, but because she was afraid of attracting other lecherous men into the house.
Old Zhao was thoroughly enjoying sucking on Mom's breasts, swaying his head from side to side, eating Mom's snow-white flesh back and forth. He alternated between sucking hard on her two large, dark brown nipples and gently biting them.
Old Zhao ate the "bo bing" (a type of flatbread) for a good ten minutes, still unwilling to let go.
After a while, the wall clock pointed to 5:30.
My mother was really anxious now. She pushed Old Zhao away forcefully, saying somewhat unhappily, "We agreed on ten minutes, now I have to go!" Old Zhao knew that forcing things wouldn't work, so he spat out my mother's nipple and instead grasped her two large breasts with his hands, her erect nipples pressed against his palms.
"Hehe, you can leave, but you have to promise me one thing..." Old Zhao said with a smile, still fondling my mother's breasts.
"What is it?"
Then, Old Zhao leaned close to my mother's ear mysteriously and whispered something, his face full of lewdness. Finally, he pulled a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and waved it in front of my mother's eyes.
Upon hearing his words, my mother's face flushed red to the roots of her neck, a mixture of shyness and disgust on her face. However, though reluctant, seeing the tempting banknotes before her, my mother finally nodded without hesitation.
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In the evening, I finally got out of school and returned home. My diligent mother had already cooked dinner and was tidying up clothes in the house.
I called my mother to come eat with me, but she waved her hand and continued tidying up clothes without looking up.
I asked my mother, "What's wrong, Mom? Is something the matter?"
My mother sighed and said, "Sigh... Go eat quickly, and then do your homework. Don't meddle in adult matters..." Seeing that my mother seemed a little troubled, I didn't dare to ask any more questions and immediately went to get the rice and dishes.
An hour later, my mother had been out for some time. I, who have always been a diligent student and very self-disciplined, sat down at my desk early to do my homework.
As I was writing, a very tricky math problem stumped me. Just as I looked up and gazed out the window, racking my brains for a solution... To my surprise, I saw a woman with a familiar face but strangely dressed not far from the window—wasn't that my mother?!
Under the bright streetlights, my mother was wearing flesh-colored stockings with an open crotch and 15-centimeter high heels, but strangely, in public, she wasn't wearing a skirt or pants; her lower body was almost completely naked, with only a semi-transparent trench coat draped over her shoulders. Suddenly, I noticed a red leather collar around her neck—oh, now I understood, my mother was being walked like a female dog!
Sure enough, a little while later, an old man approached, put a leash on my mother's collar, and began "walking" her around the neighborhood. My mother laboriously crawled on all fours, but throughout the process, she remained silent, simply following closely behind the old man.
Squinting, I took a closer look and realized the old man was none other than Old Zhao, the gatekeeper who had suckled my mother's breast in the guardhouse that afternoon. Old
Zhao was leading my mother on a dog leash, strolling aimlessly across the quiet lawn behind the complex. Along the way, they encountered several uncles and elders, and Old Zhao generously handed them the leash, letting them also walk my poor mother.
These uncles and elders were all bad people; they had often abused my mother, almost all of them were her regulars, and sometimes they would even come to my house to rape… no, to solicit prostitutes for my mother.
Later, these uncles and elders gathered together, following Old Zhao as they walked my mother around, creating a scene of amused merriment on the lawn. Of course, my mother didn't find it amusing at all; her head drooped, her face almost expressionless, simply letting the men lead her around on the leash.
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By the way, I must mention something here: the neighborhood where my mother and I live is practically the oldest in our county... The buildings are extremely dilapidated, without any decoration, and the stairwells are filthy and chaotic. However, the rent and other expenses are among the lowest. Most of the residents in this area are either long-time bachelors, hooligans, or migrant workers from other places—in short, they're all poor.
These people are in dire financial straits, so naturally, they can't find wives. Therefore, whenever they have spare money, besides drinking and gambling, they spend the rest on prostitutes... I suppose besides the low rent, my mother chose to live in this neighborhood because of the abundant clientele! Of course,
not everyone enjoys drinking, gambling, and prostitution. There are some good people among these residents, especially the migrant workers.
For example, there's a young man named Wang who lives on the fourth floor of our building. He came to the county town from the countryside last year to work. He's a very hardworking young man; he works almost every day of the year, from early morning to late at night, working tirelessly.
Once, my mother was selling her body on the rooftop… (During that time, some hooligans in the neighborhood won a lot of money gambling, so they made my mother go to the rooftop every noon to provide them with services. She did this for seven days straight, and each time several men took turns, exhausting my mother.) That noon, after lunch, my mother changed into a sexy tank top, black stockings, and pointed high heels, and went to the rooftop to sell her body as usual. At that time, the young man surnamed Wang was also on the rooftop, hanging clothes to dry.
Later, he saw my mother kneeling on the ground, her breasts exposed, simultaneously sucking and licking four or five penises. Finally, my mother took off her stockings, spread her legs, and let those men fuck her one by one. While her ass was being vigorously fucked, my mother was screaming loudly… The young man surnamed Wang, being young, couldn't help but get excited at the sight.
Those hooligans spotted him, seeing him standing there dumbfounded with a small tent already pitched up in his pants, and smirked, "Hey, don't be such a fool, come on over and have some fun! Hurry up!" The young man surnamed Wang, hearing this, was both frightened and embarrassed, and immediately turned to leave. Unexpectedly, those hooligans had recently won a lot of money and were in high spirits, so they shouted back, "Don't go! We've got money, come on, today we're treating you to 'chicken' (a euphemism for sex), it's free!!" A free lunch is a rare treat… but even with his hard penis, the young man surnamed Wang remained unmoved and ran away in a flash. At that moment, although my mother was being fucked senseless by those dicks, she inadvertently remembered the neighbor's young man's youthful face.
About a month later, on the day after the midterm exams, to reward me for getting first place in the class, my mother, wearing sexy lingerie, was under my desk giving me a blowjob. Just as I was swaying with pleasure, there was a knock at the door.
My mother initially thought it was some lecherous man, driven by lust, coming to have his way with her. She told me to wait in the bedroom while she went to get rid of him and then came back to continue giving me oral sex.
But to her surprise, when she opened the door, it was the young man surnamed Wang standing there.
Immediately, my mother felt a mixture of surprise and disappointment. She was surprised because this was the first time Wang had come to our house; after all, they had been neighbors for a long time. She was disappointed because he might not be as upright as she thought, and might actually be a lecherous man too.
But after a conversation, my mother realized she had misunderstood, and was terribly wrong. This young man was not only upright and not lecherous, but, just as she had thought, he was also a devoted and filial son.
It turned out that since leaving the countryside to work in the city, Wang hadn't returned to his hometown for several years in order to save as much money as possible. He was an only child; his mother had passed away long ago, leaving his disabled father to live alone in the village house. Fortunately, things had finally taken a turn for the better. Over the years, he had saved enough money, so a few days ago he brought his father to live with him in the city for a while.
My mother was deeply moved after hearing his story, and she took his hand, asking if he needed any help.
The young man nodded, somewhat embarrassed, and then mumbled for a long time before finally managing to explain: It turned out that his father, though not actually very old, was disabled, and since his mother's death, no woman had ever given him a second glance. For decades, he had lived a solitary life… At this point, the young man pulled an envelope from his pocket, inside which were neatly stacked two thousand yuan, and handed it to my mother.
My mother gladly took the envelope, casually pulled out a few bills, and then returned the envelope to him, smiling and saying, "This is enough, don't worry!" After that night, the young man's father stayed there for about half a month. During that time, my mother would go to his house every morning to have sex with him; sometimes, she would even help the father and son with laundry and cooking.
Because the young man's father had difficulty walking, during the day when he had nothing to do, my mother would sit by his bedside, unbutton her shirt, and let him freely rub her breasts and suck her nipples; or she would take off her underwear and let him put his hand under her skirt to touch her genitals; when they were in high spirits, her father would only need to give my mother a look, and she would consciously crawl under the covers, first using her delicate hands to take out her father's penis, gently stroking it for a while, until it was hard, then my mother would take the glans into her mouth, sucking and licking her father's penis in various ways until he ejaculated in my mother's mouth.
But who would have thought that my mother's submissive and accommodating behavior was just her own wishful thinking? In her father's heart, my mother was just a professional prostitute, and it was only natural for men to play with her. Gradually, her father transformed from a traditional rural old man into a completely lewd and open man, revealing his sexually perverse nature.
In the last week, his father actually stipulated that every morning when my mother came in, the first thing she had to do was to undress completely in front of him, and then he would examine her body.
The so-called "examination" meant that his father would torture my mother's genitals with various fruits and vegetables. For example, he would stick a cucumber into my mother's vagina to see how "deep" her vagina was, or he would stuff grapes into my mother's anus, and then make her try her best to contract the sphincter muscles in her rectum to crush all the grapes and expel the juice like urination... Although my mother had been given enemas by other clients, this kind of perverted play was a first for her. Therefore, every morning when his father stuffed things into her anus, my mother had a face full of shame and anger, but she was helpless.
But the most terrifying thing was that his father would take out two beer bottles, suck almost all the air out of the bottles, and then put the bottle openings over my mother's two large nipples. Because of the near-vacuum inside the bottle, the opening quickly and firmly adhered to my mother's nipples, and they wouldn't fall off anytime soon. The two large nipples inside the bottle, squeezed by the vacuum, quickly swelled up, becoming red and large, the size of two quail eggs injected with ripening agents—a truly "spectacular" sight.
However, this caused my mother considerable suffering. Every time her father did this, she would kneel on the ground, trembling in pain, but the old man seemed to enjoy it, watching with great interest, ignoring my mother's constant screams and cries, refusing to stop… On the other hand, the young man surnamed Wang was completely unaware of this, believing that his father and my mother had always gotten along harmoniously!
But we can't blame him; the young man worked tirelessly from dawn till dusk, rarely seen during the day. My mother knew very well that he was risking his life for others outside... She had mentioned the jobs the young man usually did in casual conversations with her; they were almost all arduous and dangerous jobs that locals generally wouldn't take... We were all in the same boat, our lives were tough, so my mother didn't dwell on it. She never mentioned a word to the young man about how his father was abusing himself.
His father's legs were indeed very weak; he would stagger even with crutches when going downstairs or going out. My mother originally meant well, going to his house in the morning to have sex with his father, and then helping with housework and cooking lunch.
(Author's note: Who says "prostitutes are heartless and actors are unrighteous"? This article is meant to vindicate prostitutes!) During the last week, because of his father's perverse rules, my mother was often completely naked, walking around the living room.
When my mother was young, in her early twenties, she was pretty and lovely, with a full and graceful figure—truly a natural beauty. Over a decade later, she's middle-aged, but still retains her charm. Coupled with the fact that she's been sexually assaulted and ejaculated into by men every day, her sex life is extremely frequent… Her figure hasn't deteriorated; in fact, it's become even more plump and juicy.
This time, the young man's father came to visit relatives in the city, and he was truly fortunate. Not only could he shamelessly fuck my mother's tender cunt with his penis, torturing and abusing her genitals with various objects; he could also watch my mother swaying her large, white buttocks while wiping tables and mopping floors, working diligently; all the while, he made her, with her two plump breasts, serve him tea and water, massage his back and feet, like a subservient female slave.
The long week finally passed, and the young man's father was finally going back to his hometown.
Before leaving, the young man earnestly asked my mother to ensure that whenever his father visited the city, she would rekindle their romance, allowing him to experience the pleasures of a woman one last time.
Although my mother was filled with resentment, she forced herself to smile and agree.
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As mentioned at the beginning of the article, I experienced much hardship from a young age. The trials of life made me mature much earlier than my peers, and I had a clear understanding of reality. Therefore, I have always firmly believed that good grades and admission to a good university are my only way out.
To change my future and rescue my mother from the den of iniquity as soon as possible, in my senior year of high school, I, already a top student, studied even harder than before: for 365 days a year, I hardly took a single day off. "
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Damn! Hua Zi, your mom's almost forty, how come her cunt's still so tight?!" "Alright, Xiao Qiang, hurry up and finish this! If my mom suddenly wakes up, we're both doomed..." "It's okay, don't worry, this drug is super strong, it'll keep your mom asleep for several hours!" The person who said this was Zhang Qiang, my junior high school classmate, and my only friend since childhood. We were about the same age, lived close by, and had always been very close, like brothers.
He usually called me Hua Zi.
At this moment, on the big bed in my bedroom, Zhang Qiang was on top of my mother, fucking her cunt hard, while pretending to be surprised and saying what he had just said to me.
Zhang Qiang was different from other classmates; he knew I was a poor kid with a hard life, having lost my father at a young age, and my mother was a prostitute. Despite my tragic past, Zhang Qiang not only didn't look down on me but was also willing to befriend me and take great care of me.
When I was in junior high school, my mother fell seriously ill at home for more than two months and couldn't go out to work as a prostitute. After a period of living off our savings, our family gradually became so poor that we couldn't even afford to eat. Thanks to Zhang Qiang, he helped my mother and me during that difficult time—he stole two thousand yuan in cash from his own home—and to this day, his parents still have no idea.
Therefore, I am truly grateful to this little brother for all the little things he has done for me over the years. But unfortunately, in return, I didn't have anything good to share with him; I had nothing to eat, drink, or play with.
Later, after graduating from junior high school, Zhang Qiang, whose grades were average, didn't get into a regular high school and went to a vocational college.
One weekend, Zhang Qiang asked me to hang out. During our conversation, he said that he had dated a few girls at school, but after sleeping with them for a while, it got boring; they were all dry and lifeless.
Because I had committed incest with my mother at a young age and enjoyed years of sexual activity, I generally had little interest in such topics. But Zhang Qiang kept going on and on, talking incessantly while giving me mysterious winks.
Until he said, "I want to find a mature woman to play with, older is fine, as long as she has big breasts and a perky ass..." At this point, it was clear—Zhang Qiang was after my beautiful, slutty mother!
Finally, I had a chance to repay Zhang Qiang. I gritted my teeth and decisively told him: It's okay, for the sake of brotherhood, I don't mind. If he wants, I can help him drug and rape my own mother.
Thus, the scene described earlier occurred...
After a few jokes, Zhang Qiang lifted my mother's plump, white body and flipped her over, making her kneel on the mattress. My mother's fleshy waist and abdomen arched up in an arch shape.
Then, Zhang Qiang placed my mother's big buttocks behind her, sticking them up high, creating an extremely lewd sexual position. He proudly raised his penis, aimed it at my mother's wet vaginal opening, rubbed the glans a few times, and with a "plop," his penis was mostly inserted into my mother's vagina.
I was engrossed in my studies at my desk when I heard a creaking sound behind me, probably from the bed shaking. I put down my book and peeked back. Sure enough, Zhang Qiang was straddling my mother's round buttocks, thrusting his hips back and forth. My mother's breasts swayed up and down with his vigorous thrusts, her nipples bouncing wildly. When he got carried away, Zhang Qiang would grab her nipples and pull them outwards, or grasp the areolas and squeeze them tightly with his fingers.
When he realized I wasn't studying but peeking, Zhang Qiang continued thrusting while simultaneously raising my mother's legs high to the side and back, deliberately letting me "enjoy" the sight of our genitals intertwined. As Zhang Qiang's thrusts became more and more intense, my mother's high breasts swayed more and more, like two large coconuts hanging precariously from a tree during a typhoon.
Looking at my own mother, lying limply on the mattress, her body naked and limp, being sexually assaulted in various shameful and lewd positions… Admittedly, the guy who was toying with my mother was my best friend, my brother, and had done me many favors, but deep down, I was still struggling and unhappy… “Hey, Hua Zi, do me a favor, go find a pair of your mom’s usual black stockings and put them on her. I want to ejaculate on her through them!” “Xiao Qiang, you haven’t returned the stockings I lent you for masturbation last time, and now you…” “Okay, okay, I promise I won’t get them dirty this time! Hurry up, Hua Zi!”… Zhang Qiang and I were brothers, needless to say, but later, for some reason, Zhang Qiang’s father also had a relationship with my mother.
According to Zhang Qiang, it seems that one time he was home alone, watching pornographic videos while masturbating with my mother’s underwear. Unfortunately, his father left work early that day, and the two of them caught each other. After his father beat Zhang Qiang severely, he forced him to reveal the "origin" of the underwear.
It turned out the underwear belonged to my mother, and he stormed to my house, berated her, and threatened to sue her for "sexually harassing a minor." My mother knew
Zhang Qiang and I were close, including his previous financial assistance to our family. Although my mother was a shameless woman, she still had a sense of morality.
Today, the other party's parents came to cause trouble. Although the matter was unclear, there was no smoke without fire. For the sake of my relationship with Zhang Qiang, my mother decided to swallow her anger and suffer in silence.
To avoid making a scene, she chose to appease Zhang Qiang's father by inviting him out for dinner and drinks to have a proper talk.
But as the old saying goes, "When people are well-fed and warm, they think of lust." After a hearty meal and drinks, Zhang Qiang's father became shameless—insisting on taking my mother to his house for a "further discussion," or more bluntly, to a hotel room, claiming it was his way of "punishing" her on behalf of his son… My mother thought to herself, since she'd already been with countless men, she might as well let Zhang Qiang's father have his fun for free!
And so, half-heartedly, my mother was forced to sleep with him.
But once there's a first time, there's a second, a third… From then on, Zhang Qiang's father frequently invited my mother out for sex, sometimes even taking her back to his house for illicit relations. Especially after drinking, he became particularly frenzied, taking advantage of my mother without any restraint, even towards his own son. One time, Zhang Qiang's father
drank a pound and a half of liquor, becoming extremely drunk, and coincidentally, his mother was away on a business trip. When he returned home drunk, his lust took over, and he called my mother, ordering her to come to his house within half an hour, or else she'd be in big trouble!
That day, my mother had planned to rest, not go out to entertain guests, but stay home and cook some good food for me, and help me with my homework and read. However, after receiving a call from Zhang Qiang's father, she thought about it and decided she had to go.
So, she quickly dressed up, hopped on her electric scooter, and rushed to Zhang Qiang's house, arriving on time.
But who would have thought that Zhang Qiang's father, that shameless scoundrel, would brazenly be intimate with my mother right in front of Zhang Qiang?
He sat on the sofa, and as soon as my mother entered, he pulled her into his arms, while Zhang Qiang was watching TV nearby. Then, he reached into the neckline of my mother's low-cut dress and, in a few swift movements, ripped off her oversized bra. My mother's full, white breasts were immediately exposed, rising and falling, being tossed and kneaded wantonly by her father.
My mother, seeing Zhang Qiang still sitting there, groaned and screamed in shame and anger, telling him to leave immediately!
Go back to the room!
Zhang Qiang was still just a kid, all lust and no guts. Although he left immediately, he didn't go far. Instead, he silently hid behind the door, peeping at his father raping my mother while masturbating.
"You filthy bitch, you're so fucking slutty!"
His father pressed my mother down on his lap, one hand holding half of her buttocks, the other around her waist, his penis fully inside her vagina, thrusting in and out relentlessly, almost reaching her cervix. After dozens of hard thrusts, my mother was completely subdued by his large penis. Her whole body trembled from the fucking, her breasts bounced, and her jade feet, encased in flesh-colored stockings, excitedly rose up on her toes, the arches of her feet almost forming a right angle with the ground, her toes touching the tips of her high heels.
As he ejaculated, Zhang Qiang's father roared as if no one else was around, his testicles twitching as he poured semen into his penis. My mother stopped thrusting, her head tilting back as she felt the gurgling semen flowing from her vagina. She leaned weakly against the man's strong chest, a rosy flush rising on her cheeks.
To be able to fuck a professional prostitute like my mother like that, Zhang Qiang's father was definitely a seasoned womanizer.
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After graduating high school, I was admitted to a top-tier university, though it was in the provincial capital.
Having grown up with my mother and being quite introverted, I found it difficult to adjust to living alone in a dormitory and eating in the cafeteria, especially at night when I longed for women... Fortunately, my mother was very considerate. During my four years of university, besides holidays, she made sure I came home at least once a month to reunite with her.
However, this "coming home" incident once caused a minor embarrassment.
That day was the school's sports meet, and I had neither the mood nor the ability to participate. So I decided to surprise my mother by suddenly returning home. However, to my dismay, as soon as I entered the house, I found my mother having sex with a man on the living room sofa. My mother was completely naked, her legs spread wide, being carried on the man's shoulders. Her large, full breasts heaved against her chest, covered in teeth marks and scratches. On the living room floor, her colorful bras, panties, and stockings were scattered haphazardly around the sofa, but only one high heel was visible. Most horrifyingly, a rag was stuffed into my mother's mouth, and while her vagina was being ravaged, she could only whimper softly, unable to utter a sound.
The man who was making love to my mother was drunk, reeking of alcohol, making the whole house smell terrible. And to this day, I still can't forget his ugly, red face, with a huge fleshy lump on it—it was utterly disgusting… Seeing this, I felt both embarrassed and angry, because my mother had promised me she wouldn't bring her clients home.
However, I later learned that just a few days ago, this man had paid fifty yuan to my mother for oral sex at a hair salon near the entrance of our complex. Today, he must have been drunk, and remembering my mother's cute little mouth that day, the alcohol and lust combined to cloud his judgment, causing him to break down the door, strip my mother naked, and force himself on her on the sofa.
Afterwards, my mother wanted to call the police, but once the man sobered up, his attitude changed drastically. He knew he had committed a serious crime and might be charged with rape! He not only begged my mother to forgive him but also, in a moment of panic, pulled out a full thousand yuan from his purse as atonement.
My mother looked at the stack of money on the table, sighed, shook her head, and didn't pursue the matter further.
Having mentioned "calling the police," let me take this opportunity to tell you about the police in our area!
In short, they're corrupt.
When I was little, my mother initially worked as a prostitute in certain places, like hair salons and massage parlors, because there weren't bathhouses back then. Besides providing various sexual services to lecherous men, whenever the government cracked down on prostitution, my mother would also sleep with the police officers who came to "sweep" the place, using her sexy body and superior sexual skills to bribe these "public servants."
Every time this happened, you could see those uniformed police officers coming to each small shop, bullying and oppressing them.
After a while, the owners and the police officers became familiar with each other, making it much easier for the police officers to come back the next time. They would close and lock the door, and then, a short while later, the hair salon owner would come forward with a smile, offering cigarettes and red envelopes to each of the local police officers.
My mother was working at a hair salon at the time, and the owner stipulated that when the police officers came to the shop, my mother had to actively fawn over them, performing a striptease to entertain them. After my mother took off her clothes, skirt, and stockings, the police officers would send the owner away, and a group of them would surround my naked mother, shouting and yelling as they dragged her into the inner room… The scene inside was simply unbearable to look at.
The police officers knew that my mother was a prostitute and would never dare to resist them, so they forced her to be completely naked, posing in all sorts of lewd positions, wantonly insulting her dignity to stimulate their lust. Almost every hair and every inch of skin on my mother's body, inside and out, around her anus and vagina, was thoroughly examined by these police officers. Besides forcing my mother to perform various lewd acts, the local police officers also demanded that she loudly utter incredibly obscene words and sing erotic songs while being raped by them. In their minds, my mother wasn't even human; she was just a public toilet, her vagina, anus, and mouth merely three fleshy holes for them to excrete their semen.
Not only that, even after the crackdown on prostitution, the police officers didn't let my mother off the hook.
One morning, my mother went to the market to buy groceries. The market was crowded and chaotic, with people shoulder to shoulder and feet touching. Suddenly, someone bumped into my mother, and before she could turn around, the person had vanished into the crowd.
My mother instinctively checked her pockets, and sure enough, her wallet had been stolen!
There was a police station not far from the market, so my mother quickly ran there to report the theft.
As soon as my mother pushed open the door and went inside, the local police officers whistled, "Hey, isn't that the slut from the hair salon?" Without a word, several of them swarmed around her, groping her body, some squeezing her breasts, others touching her buttocks. My mother tried to push them away, crying out, "No, no..." But these shameless officers ignored her. Several of their large hands worked together, quickly unbuttoning her blouse and pulling down her bright red bra, revealing her large, white breasts. Then, one of them slipped his hand inside her floral skirt, touching and fondling her genitals through her flesh-colored pantyhose and thong.
After quite a while, finally one of the guys got down to business and asked my mother, "What are you doing here? Missing our dicks?" While asking, he didn't forget to grab my mother's two large nipples, twisting and rubbing them between his fingers, thoroughly enjoying himself.
My mother, of course, shook her head in denial and told them that her wallet had been stolen and she was there to report it. However, at the same time, she stopped struggling and just stood there motionless, letting the men play with and molest her body.
Logically, serving the people and solving cases were the duties of these policemen. But having finally gotten a chance to get intimate with my mother, this delicious "piece of meat," they naturally wouldn't let it slip by.
The policemen promised my mother that they could guarantee to find her wallet and return every penny to her.
But there was one condition: before the investigation, my mother had to agree to strip naked right there in the police station office and give each of them oral sex, including blowjobs and oral ejaculation… otherwise it wouldn't count.
My mother thought, "It's not the first time, anyway. To get my wallet back, I'll just have to put up with it. Even if it's just a waste of time!" Without much hesitation, she nodded in agreement.
Then, the real show began: the officers excitedly went around, closed the door, drew all the curtains, and moved the coffee table and chairs to make room.
Once everything was ready, my mother, her face flushed red in front of a room full of lustful men, obediently stripped off her clothes, top and skirt, down to her stockings and underwear. After she was completely naked, she knelt on the floor as instructed by the officers and began serving their captain.
The captain sat in a chair, and my mother knelt at his feet. Gently unbuckled his belt, then parted her red lips, extended her tongue, and began licking his stinky penis. She licked meticulously, her nimble tongue sliding over the shaft, from bottom to top—testicles, penis, glans, and urethral opening—licking it all. Even the smegma under the foreskin was licked clean with her tongue.
After about ten minutes of this, the captain looked utterly satisfied, seemingly about to ejaculate. Suddenly, he thrust his hips forward, plunging his entire thick penis into my mother's throat. Instantly, her mouth was filled to the brim with his large penis, and she could only make muffled "ooh" sounds.
After ejaculating, my mother still held the captain's limp penis in her mouth, gently stroking his scrotum with her hand.
After the captain finished, the other officers followed suit, taking turns inserting their penises into my mother's mouth to enjoy themselves. My mother was very skilled at oral sex; each time, she would take the man's penis deep into her mouth, then slowly spit it out, her tongue swirling around the glans and gently pressing against the sensitive spot on the urethral opening.
These policemen were far more adept than the average client. They handcuffed and shackled my mother, ordering her to squat naked in a corner with her hands behind her head. Under duress, when my mother performed oral sex on them, she often acted like a prisoner, her buttocks raised high, exposing her lewd vulva and anus, while trembling as she performed the act.
According to their prior "agreement," most men ejaculated directly into my mother's mouth, forcing her to open her mouth for them to inspect; a few who missed, spraying semen onto her cheeks or forehead, would have her scrape every last drop onto her face and swallow it in front of them.
Whether my mother's wallet was recovered that day, I don't know; but when she walked out of the police station, it was already high noon, a full three hours had passed…
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