“Mom, we won’t have a seat if we’re late. Come on, let me get it for you.”
“No, mom can hold it.”
Plump mom wearing high heels, carrying two wide plastic woven bags, up and down breath after me to move forward. The bags were filled with souvenirs that my grandparents and uncles had asked them to bring to their relatives in the provincial capital.
It was the summer vacation of ’92, and my mother, who was a high school English teacher, took me to her mother’s house, which was 300 miles away from the provincial capital, to stay there during the vacation.
Back to the provincial capital on this day, the coach station seems to be particularly large, the station is small, only one responsible for maintaining order, to see off the grandparents can not squeeze in.
My mom and I were in line behind a lot of people with big bags.
My mom didn’t want to squeeze in with the crowd, she wanted to wait for the next bus, but when she inquired about the time, the next bus wasn’t until 2:00 p.m., which is five hours in between, and by that time this bus had arrived, so why not, just get on the bus.
It was August, and the little bit of cool air that had managed to build up the night before disappeared without a trace after only a few moments of being baked by the sun.
It was only nine o’clock in the morning, and I was already feeling a little sticky, and a few beads of sweat were seeping out of my mom’s forehead and the tip of her nose, the pale green silk shirt clinging to her, the white bra peeking out of the blouse wrapped tightly around both of her high breasts.
Nonetheless, my mom’s proud breasts bounced up and down as she trotted along, and her new high heels were having a hard time with her, squeezing her little toes a little, and she had to put her body weight on the inside of her feet, unknowingly raising her hips.
Just as my mom passed by the coach with her half-pouting ass, jiggling breasts, and twisting all the way around, a few eyes in the last row of the car kozo locked onto the voluptuous flesh beneath her thinly clad shirt, and their crotches began to react.
Most of them then gulped, and for the most part all they could do was dry gulp at such a scenario and do what they had to do. The beast in their pants rose with a silent growl, yearning for the warm, sweet, sweet spring that they remembered, but such a spring existed only in their imagination for the most part.
They were accustomed to placate their beasts with their rough palms like pets, and even a dry old well was an unavailable luxury to them under such circumstances.
My mom squeezes into the car behind me. There were many passengers already on the bus, but no one was standing in the aisle, so maybe there were seats. I walked from the front of the bus to the back of the bus with this mentality, looking from side to side as if I didn’t want my last bit of hope to be dashed.
Finally, I saw the penultimate row of a boss next to a small gap, I asked my mother to come over to sit, my mother came over to look, shook his head and said: “Hazel, or you sit.” I think my mom is still embarrassed to sit next to the boss?
When I sat down I realized that the gap would only allow for half of my ass, not to mention my mom’s big ass.
The kindly looking old man squeezed in a little so I could sit comfortably.
Passengers were still getting on the train behind them, and those on the back were left standing in the aisle. The driver was still telling people to squeeze in, saying it would be a couple of hours. My mom was standing next to me at first, but then she was pushed to the very back of the train by the people in front of her.
That’s when my mom started to feel a bit of a vague pain in her belly, which she originally thought was from catching a cold while sleeping last night, and on second thought she reacted to the real reason.
My mom has noticed since she had me that if she hasn’t had sex for a while, she gets bloating and pain in her abdomen when she ovulates, and once she resumes sex, this symptom naturally goes away.
My mother went to see a Western doctor, who said that her hormone levels were unstable and that she had a mild endocrine disorder, which had to be regulated mainly by diet and life rhythm, and prescribed her an imported contraceptive pill.
At first, the medication seemed to have some effect, and there was no pain during ovulation, but once she stopped taking the medication, the symptoms returned. What was even more shocking to her was that she found that her breasts seemed to have become more sensitive than before, her nipples had become bigger, and she would often produce milk during sex, which was very embarrassing for her.
When my mom told my dad this, he didn’t seem to care at all, when he was happy he said it’s good to have milk, and when he was impatient he said he told you not to take the pill and you didn’t listen. Dad still doesn’t like to use condoms though, so my mom still insists on taking the pill every week when she’s at home.
One addition to their sex life was that Dad had to suck the milk out of my mom’s breasts after every sex session.
This time out she hadn’t had sex for two weeks and my mom didn’t have her birth control pills with her until she started having pains in her lower abdomen and it occurred to her that today was probably her ovulation period, so it’s no wonder that she woke up in the morning to find blood tinged clear mucus in her pants.
With just over four hours to go, my mom thought that she would make sure that my dad would treat her when she got home. Sex was by far the best cure, but of course she reminded herself that she had to remember to take her medication before she could be cured. Thinking about the “cure”, my mom can’t help but feel a little bit excited.
While my mom was thinking about this, she was completely oblivious to the 12 eyes behind her that were staring greedily at her rounded ass.
They hadn’t been along for the ride, just ordinary go-getters, but the long separation from their families had left them with a restless beast in their pants.
The crowded interior space of the car reduced the distance between people to no more than a small distance, full of elastic tight black skirt tightly wrapped around my mother’s plump ass, less than a foot from the tip of the nearest person’s nose, and even lifting a hand may accidentally touch. Wild male desire festered in the faint scent of my mom’s sweaty body.
I don’t know when we drove, but a few miles out of the county seat we were on a bumpy mountain road, and the body full of passengers couldn’t help but sway from side to side, and my mom had to do her best to keep her balance.
Nonetheless, before an uphill climb, the sudden onset of hard acceleration caused my mom to yelp and sit on her butt on the guy behind her, and even more embarrassingly, she felt that part of her between her legs come into contact with something hard right in front of her.
My mom struggled to get up and that’s when I turned back around and my mom felt a pair of hands behind her holding her waist pushing her up and what looked like a hand on her ass. It all happened so fast that she didn’t even have time to think before it was over. My mom was so ashamed and annoyed that she couldn’t have a fit yet, much less look back.
The man behind my mother touched his crotch, recalling the wonderful feeling of that moment: the soft ass pressed against his thighs, and his dick was pushing into the slut’s place. There was the very place he had been longing for.
He regretted how he had just so quickly helped this slut up, although he took advantage of the chaos to touch his ass, after that there was nothing. Originally still good, so a sit, a help, a touch, the little fire in his belly instantly turned into a blazing fire.
It was still several hours before he could get to the province, and he couldn’t find a place to get out of the fire when he got there; he had only the last twenty dollars in his pocket, and he had to eat before he could find a job to do.
The man on his left nudged him. He got in the car and took one look at this guy with a long scar over his eyebrow and didn’t dare look again.
Who wouldn’t want to do more than one thing when they go out? Sitting next to him was already boss uncomfortable, but there were no other seats left in the car.
He turned his head to look at the man on his left, who was looking at him with a sharp blade in his hand smirking and a strange light in his kozo eyes. He looked at the man on his left quizzically, wondering what he meant, and then finally realized that he was switching seats with himself.
Just change it, what’s with the blade? He thought to himself and didn’t dare ask. He stood up to let the left side move out and felt his thing against the woman’s soft ass. My mom felt it too, but she didn’t move because she simply didn’t have room to move forward. Luckily the man behind her quickly sat down.
My mom let out a long breath, but felt her bottom dry up, trying not to think about it, but it was getting harder and harder, and mucus seemed to be oozing out of the opening of her vagina again, tickling it.
At that moment, a thick arm rested on my mom’s right shoulder, her mouth was covered by a big hand at the same time, while a low but vicious voice rang in her ears: “No shouting!”
My mom froze and felt a chill in her eyes before she could see the blade glowing less than two inches in front of her face, and the man behind her said something else, but my mom didn’t hear anything except the last sentence, “Do you understand?” She nodded and glanced at me, who was sitting in front of her on the left side of the room, napping with my head in my hands.
My mom subconsciously looked at my sunburnt neck and realized she was in for it. My mom’s lower body, however, was getting hotter and hotter for some reason. She still didn’t dare look back.
My mom felt a pair of hands groping greedily at her waist and lower back, and the zipper of her skirt was unzipped behind her before she snapped out of it and remembered that for some reason she had ghosted a pink thong today. What my mom didn’t know was that during her ovulation period after two weeks of no sex, she had a subconscious desire for coitus with a male.
What she had to go through was not biologically an inevitable result of her subconscious desire to know that most animal sex looks like rape. To put it bluntly and vulgarly, my mom was a very slutty and underfed woman that day, and what happened to her that day was not at all surprising, or even exactly what she deserved.
My mom knew that the thong had been exposed and was so ashamed and scared that she wanted to scream, but managed to hold back as a couple of buttons were undone at the waist of the skirt, followed by a loosening of the skirt waist and the skirt had slipped down to her ankles.
The people in the last row of seats were staring and gagging at my mom’s plump ass and thighs that almost amounted to nudity, and the heat of the gazes scalded my mom so much that she squirmed uncomfortably, which in turn increased the heat of the gazes even more.
Other than dad, no other man had ever looked at her naked body this close, let alone six, my mom’s whole body shivered at the thought of what was going to happen down there, but seeing me sitting in front of her, she realized she had no choice but to comply. The man who was about to humiliate her was standing behind my mom, his hands roaming over her big white fleshy ass.
In a split second she had calmed down, thinking that if she could delay things as long as possible, maybe a miracle would come along to help her out of her predicament, and with that thought in mind, my mom clenched her legs, trying to make it at least a little less easy for the man behind her to take off the last barrier of her lower body. As she clenched her legs, her skirt slipped to her heels, but my mom couldn’t care less about the skirt now.
She didn’t want to be seen in any way in her current state, and it was a good thing she had two large knitting bags in her hands that she could use to shield her half-naked bottom.
A woman’s so-called rationality is generally quite limited, and my mom’s attempts to clench her legs proved to be to no avail. The man behind her didn’t want to take it off properly, but instead put his hands around my mom’s waist, where the thong was just a narrow strip in that area.
The man pawed the thong at that part of my mom’s left waist and it snapped where the blade passed, then the right, my mom couldn’t and didn’t dare to stop herself with both hands holding the woven bag that covered her naked bottom, the thong suddenly became a strangely shaped strip of cloth caught in my mom’s crotch, and my mom’s bottom was completely naked.
The man stood behind my mom and pulled down his zipper, his sinewy prick popping out impatiently, as if he had caught the scent of my mom’s female genitalia emanating from the air, and all of a sudden his spirits rose.
The man was obviously circumcised, and an erection didn’t hide that fact, as he stroked my mother’s bare ass with his right hand, and with his left hand he pulled back the foreskin to light up the dark red glans, which was still a little damp and covered in dark foreskin dirt, and a stench of pee permeated the air around the cunt’s eyelashes, causing those seated in the last row to fan the air with their hands.
My mom felt one hand reach across her crotch to hold her plump pussy port, and the other hand pressed against her back, both hands holding one back and one forward, forcing her upper body forward and her ass to pucker backward. My mom’s perineum was exposed between her naked strands as she puckered her ass.
This was the most tantalizing and secretive part of my mom’s body, and even dad had never seen my mom in such a provocative position. The man put his hand between my mom’s legs and instructed her to spread her legs a little further and pucker her ass a little higher, which my mom obediently did.
From the front, my mother, in addition to some redness in the face, the upper body is a little forward, there is nothing unusual, of course, if it is not so crowded, careful people can see the skirt and thong on the ground, from the back, my mother’s lower body is completely naked, legs spread at a 45-degree angle, between the legs of the wonderful part of the exposed, between the crevice of the asshole is hidden, asshole is a relatively darker color of the perineum, the fat and tender of side flesh embracing the entrance to my mom’s vagina.
My mom’s vaginal opening dipped to the lower back, opening and closing slightly to the rhythm of her rapid breathing, and the guys were swooning as they watched.
When a man and a woman have sex, the timing of genital intercourse is usually entirely in the man’s hands, so this moment of impending penetration is the most difficult for a woman, and even more so when the sex is forced to occur. My mom’s mature female genitals knew she was about to be invaded by a man’s rod, so the mouth of her uterus elongated and her vagina began to moisten, ready to accept cuntal looming penetration at any moment.
When the expected penetration didn’t come, my mom’s mind was a catatonic mess, clueless, and while she was at a loss for words, something flew into her vagina, causing her to suck in a breath of relief that it had finally come. However the expected fullness of her vagina didn’t appear, despite my mom’s vagina contracting in natural response.
The man withdrew the middle finger of his right hand that was clamped by my mom’s vagina, already wet with clear mucus. He licked his finger in satisfaction, the intensity of my mom’s reaction was beyond his expectations. Because of his circumcision, he usually needed to fully lubricate himself before penetration or it would hurt, and now it seemed that my mom’s pussy was fully ready.
He brought the glans to the opening of my mom’s vagina and slowly slid into her warm, wet body, and the smell of urine around her cunt loops disappeared. Despite all the mental and physical preparation, the first penetration by a man other than her husband still left my mom at a loss.
It was an entirely different physical sensation. The man’s prick wasn’t particularly large, but to be raped by a man other than her husband in such a public place with her son not far away. The extreme fear and shame mixed together actually translated into an inexplicable arousal in my mother’s body that she had never experienced before, and even she felt the trembling of her vagina and cervix, and couldn’t explain the steady stream of water pouring out of her bottom.
My mom had never had sex before she was married, 10 years of marriage and 10 years of sex had never made her feel this way, and it was even harder to imagine that the sweet spring of her lower body would be turned on today on a long-distance bus for an unwanted guest who threatened to abuse her.
Equally frightening to my mom, she felt a burning sensation diffuse from the walls of her vagina that was rubbing together, filling her belly and rising from it until it filled her breasts. She felt the swelling of her breasts and felt her nipples so tightly compressed by the fabric of her bra that she could barely breathe.
Just as she was struggling on the brink of suffocation, she felt a large hand caress her breasts through her bra, and then she felt her compressed breasts release, and a razor blade had been cut between the two cups of her chest.
My mom then realized that the bottom two buttons of her shirt had been undone and the man’s hands had reached inside her shirt.
But she didn’t resist at all, not even a flicker of a thought in her head, allowing her bra to be cut to pieces by the sharp blade, breaking in two and pulling each one out of the neckline. The man continued to arch his hips while casually tossing both of my mother’s nipple cups to a couple of guys in the back row, who grabbed my mother’s bra and sniffed it as if it were a treasure.
That’s when my mom’s worst fear happened. I turned my head to see what was going on because I heard my mom breathing heavily. I saw that my mom was standing in a strange position, her legs were spread wide apart, her upper body was leaning forward like a squatting horse stance, and the clothes on her chest looked strange, I couldn’t figure out why for a moment, I just felt that it was different from usual, something was wrong.
“Mom, are you tired?”
“…… Not tired, not tired …… Hazel, sit still and don’t look around.”
“Mom, why don’t you come over and sit down for a while.”
“Don’t! Don’t come over! Hazel, listen to mom, you sit still.”
I felt weird watching my mom get so tense just watching me trying to get up so she could sit down.
“Mom, why don’t I help you carry your stuff, it’s weirdly tiring for you to stand and carry things.”
“Don’t!!! I told you to stay away did you hear me? I’m holding it fine, you turn your head!”
I was wondering why my mom suddenly got angry, and that’s when I saw a man standing behind my mom, a man with a fierce face, who obviously had a seat behind him and didn’t sit down, but had to stand right next to my mom.
That’s when my eyes happened to meet his and he gave me a vicious glare. Even though it was summer, I winced.
That’s when the oldest man next to me tugged on my shoulder and said, “Don’t look, good boy, listen to your mom.”
I turned around, full of suspicion, but I didn’t dare to look back any further, so I pretended to lie down on the back of the front seat and doze off, glancing behind me out of the corner of my eye every now and then.
The man watched me finally turn my head and not look back, then he put away the blade on my mom’s neck and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, his right hand reaching down to her crotch from the front to rub her nub and labia, and his left hand reaching up her shirt to squeeze her breasts and nipples.
My mom’s slowly cooling bodily senses were rekindled after that shock just now. Even though she kept cursing in her mind that she was an unashamed slut, the response of her sex organ was not directed by her brain.
The man obviously felt the encasement of my mom’s sex, the tip of the glans felt the sucking of the vaginal ring muscle group, the glans was squeezed by the warm pubic flesh at the glans’ tether, with each thrust and retraction, the glans parted my mom’s vagina which had become tight due to the sexual arousal, and the special shape of the glans’ coronal groove acted as a water pump, each retraction brought the milky white viscous liquid that was seeping out from deep in the vagina to the shallow part of the vagina, and So much so that the roots of the ciliary cilia and the pubic hairs were covered with my mom’s vaginal secretions.
My mom felt her vagina tighten, the sensation of her vaginal cavity being stretched open intensified as the speed of her thrusts increased and her uterus began to contract just as a hot stream erupted from the horse’s eye at the top of the glans, the cuntal cilia no longer pumping back but instead jerking up and down and bouncing around the limited confines of her vagina, spitting out spurt after spurt of thick semen into my mom’s vaginal cavity.
Being off the pill and in the midst of ovulation, the environment in my mom’s vaginal cavity was quite suitable for spermatozoa, so the hundreds of millions of spermatozoa in the semen fought to wiggle their tails as they swam deeper into the uterus and fallopian tubes in search of a chance to unite with the egg.
My mother also seemed to realize the seriousness of the problem at this time, puckered her buttocks forward, “plop”, the glans slipped out of her vagina, but it was already too late, ejaculation has already been completed, completed the task of sowing cunt eyelashes began to soften, only next to the horse’s eye there is still a drop of creamy white semen.
A few men who had been watching from the side for half a day also started to stir under the impetus of their respective lower bodies, and all of them also had a seeding machine full of seeds in their crotch, and the fertile land in my mom’s body was in a good season for planting seeds. Who says men don’t think with their lower bodies? At this very moment, the other five men sitting in the last row were completely at the mercy of their lower bodies.
From the moment my mother’s lower body was stripped bare and she was forced to pucker her ass, exposing her sex, all five other pairs of testicles began to work overtime delivering spermatozoa to her epididymis.
For the reproductive organs of the men in the last row, the orgy was just beginning. They started swapping seats, and the guy whose turn it was switched to the seat behind my mom.
Instead of sitting down, they pressed in behind my mother as they had done, forcing her to pucker her ass and thrusting into her flesh from behind, raging and rampaging through her vaginal cavity.
After the initial sensuality receded, my mom felt her belly flip and swell. She knew it was the result of the swelling of her vagina and congestion of her vaginal cavity due to over-sexualization, but there was nothing she could do about the constant thrusting.
Each one lasted about ten minutes between penetration and the end of ejaculation and withdrawal of the cuntal lashes, and it wasn’t over until a few hundred thrusts had been made, and the only breaks in between were a few tens of seconds when people changed seats, and later on, even those tens of seconds were considerably shorter as the next person sat down early and waited in the empty seat that should have belonged to the man who was raping her behind my mom.
After all six guys had shot a round of cum in my mom’s stomach, the rotation slowed down considerably as everyone’s durability increased. The first round only took about thirty-five minutes for all six, and the second round was exponentially longer, taking seventy minutes, and the journey was still only half over.
My mom’s uterus and fallopian tubes are swimming with billions of spermatozoa, they can survive for three days in the right environment, only one of them can possibly end up combining with an egg to produce a sinful seed, the rest of the spermatozoa will be absorbed by the walls of my mom’s uterus and become a stain that can never be washed out of her body.
From the third round onwards, my mom began to feel physically exhausted and staggered to stand. Her vagina was so red and swollen from the constant fucking that the mucous membranes lining her vagina had turned from the initial pink color to a bright red, and her cunt cilia could still bring out blood from time to time when she pumped back.
Men whose eyes were burned red with sexual desire didn’t know how to pity another man’s wife or mother, they simply allowed my mother to sit on the lap of the one who had raped her, letting the upright cuntal loom penetrate her bottom, and then they held my mother’s naked ass as they wiggled it back and forth, enjoying her cunt which was especially tight because of its swelling.
In the middle of this I noticed out of the corner of my eye that my mom was sitting on a guy’s lap and moving up and down. I couldn’t figure it out at the time.
Sexual intercourse at first is to rely on my mother’s vaginal secretions lubrication, and later because of too much intercourse, secretions are not enough, slowly become rely on semen lubrication, to later ejaculation interval is longer and longer, semen is less and less, they simply take turns to send a person in the middle of them to stand in my mother’s original seat to block the line of sight, so that my mother turned around, undo the shirt in front of all the buttons, the three points of the full exposure of the extremely lewd! In an extremely lewd position, she knelt on the man’s lap, and while using her lower body to cover her cuntal cilia, she brought her breasts up to him for him to play with.
In sucking on the breasts, they soon discovered to their great delight that my mom’s breasts actually produced milk. This arrangement did at first cause my mom’s shame-fueled lower body to accelerate its secretion and lubricate much better.
It was hard to get to the fourth round, the guy who first raped my mom came up with a new trick, when he felt my mom’s vagina was too dry he made her kneel down and give him a blowjob, on the one hand lubricating her cunt lashes with saliva, and on the other hand increasing my mom’s sense of shame to speed up her vagina’s secretion.
It worked, and when my mom got up off the floor and re-straddled the cuntlash it took almost no effort to get it all the way in, and a few others proceeded to follow suit.
My mom was still straddling the last man’s lap as the long-distance bus traveled through the streets of the provincial city, and although her breasts had long since been emptied, the man was still obsessively sucking on her nipples.
The drivers of the cars behind and beside them looked on in awe as they saw their naked moms jiggling their huge breasts as they sheathed themselves on a man through the windows of their cars.
It was only the moment the coach pulled into the station that my mother got off the man, buttoning up her shirt in such a hurry that she couldn’t find a skirt to put on, so she had to resume her standing position with her bare bottom.
My mom told me to get out of the car first and wait for her underneath it, she waited for me to get down herself before she managed to find her skirt on the ground, the remains of her bra and thong were taken away as a souvenir by the men who had gang raped her. They all even kissed my mom’s bare ass before they got out of the car.
My mom limped out of the car, her two nipples visible through her translucent shirt, and the people around her stared at her. Mom said she stood too long to walk, and then we took a cab back home.
Then I can’t remember what happened later, I only remember my mom asked me sideways what I saw in the car that day, and I lied to her that I didn’t see anything, so she didn’t say anything else.
Then my mom found out she was pregnant. in June of ’93, I added a sister, and in order to avoid the control of the family planning department, my mom took a year’s sick leave to go back to her hometown to give birth to the baby.
I didn’t fully understand until I was 16 that my mom had been gang raped by those men, and that my sister was the product of my mom’s gang rape. My dad didn’t know anything and was kept in the dark.
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