28-05-2026, 03:12 PM
"No, please, listen to what I'm saying for a moment," I pleaded. "Madam, no more of this pleading, please. Just hear what I have to say for a little while, and then you're free to go back to your work," said the peon.
I was pleading with him, holding my jacket in my hands, my breasts hanging partially hidden by my bra. "I'm not that kind of girl, please... my situation is different... God, how can I make you understand? Please," I begged him, on the verge of tears.
He, without batting an eye, said, "Madam, you're a good family woman. I'm not saying you're not. But I like good family women like you to act like whores. So, Madam, take off your bra too."
What more could I say? Could I tell him about my son's condition? Could I tell him that I came to buy porn for his sake? Or could I tell him that I got caught by the shopkeeper at the porn shop and ended up showing him my ass?
Can I say that my son's madness went so far as to photograph me naked, that I bought the camera for that very reason? Can I say that I showed my naked body to just anyone for that camera? Can I say that because of that situation, today this peon under me, in this broken old building behind my office, is asking to see me naked? You tell me.
Can I tell you how my son's madness went so far as to photograph me naked? Can I tell you that I bought the camera for that very reason? Can I say that I showed my naked body to just anyone for that camera? Because of that situation, can I say that today, in this broken-down old building behind my office, this peon under me is asking to see me naked? You tell me.
As I struggled to say any of this, this worthless peon said, 'Quick, strip, you bitch! I'm busy, you know.' 'Like you've never shown it to anyone before, you slut. Get that fucking pussy off!' I cursed my fate and stripped naked for him.
"Sssshhh, fuck, what a body you have, ma'am. Ah, nice and plump and fat. Sssss, are all the good family cunts like this, you whores? Ssssss," he said, coming closer to me. My body trembled, and a chill ran through me.
The peon said, "What, you're shaking just from me touching your tits? Oh, you holy-shit cunt. What are you trying to tell me? With a pussy this big and tits this big, any guy would grab and squeeze them—you fucking cunt." And with that, he grabbed my tits and squeezed them.
'Fuck, what an ass,' he said, giving it a light smack. When it jiggled, he said, 'Looks like you've stored all your fat right here. Mmm, sss, what a jiggle.' He smacked it again. I immediately slapped his hand away, but he just laughed, pulled me close, and grabbed my ass, and I writhed like a worm.
'Ah, you whore cunt, ahh, sss, ahh, sss, mmm, you want to see my dick, bitch? See how big it got from you… You want to see it, you whore?' he asked. I sobbed, 'P…please… enough… I'm leaving.'
He said, "What's the hurry, bitch? Come on, look at my cock, slut," and pulled his dick out of his pants—it was hard and huge. He continued, "Look, you whore… "Ssss, is my cock bigger than your dead husband's?" he said, and I started crying.
As I cried, I looked at him, begging, and he took my hand and forced it to grab his dick. I stood there crying and holding his dick, and he rubbed my pussy and said, "Aah, ssssh, shake it, bitch... Aah, ssssh, shake it," but I just stood there motionless.
He immediately said, "Won't you shake it? Mmm, it's your pussy's fat that's making you not want to," and as he pushed his finger into my pussy, an electric current ran through my body and my hand automatically started stroking his cock. I cried out in my mind, "God, why have you made me like this? Why do I get turned on by every man's cock? What am I going to do with this filth?"
He said, "Aahh ssss aahh, that's it, my whore madam aahh, shake it aahh ssss aahh mmm aahh ssss aahh madam aahh ssss mmm, your pussy is amazing, baby.." "Aaaaaah, sssss, shake it, aaaah, that's it, my whore madam, aaaah, fuck, sssss, aaaah, mmm, aaaah, ssssss, aaaah, madam, aaaaaah, ssssss, mmm, your pussy is amazing…" He continued, "Aaaaaah, ssssss, madam, aaaah, your hand is like this, aaaah, fuck, if I lay you down and ram my dick into your pussy, aaaaaah," and as he kept saying "Aaaaaah, ssssss, shake it, aaaah," he shoved his finger into my pussy and I cried while stroking his cock.
He continued, "Aaaah sssss Madam aaaah, your hand feels so good aaaah. Fucking hell, if I lay you down and shove it into your pussy aaaahhhhhh aaaah aaaah," and he came all over my hand.
As soon as he finished cumming, I trembled away from him, pulling out of his penis. "Aah, aah, you're so intoxicating, Madam... Alright, I'll head out. You get dressed and come," he said, and I picked up my clothes with trembling hands and put them on.
After putting up with the peon's antics at the office and coming home, I felt completely exhausted and my heart felt heavy when I saw my son in the living room. Then, without paying him any mind, I was about to go to my room when my son said, "Mom, come here."
My mind and body were already exhausted, so I said, "No, sweetie... later," and collapsed onto my bed. As I closed my eyes, thinking about my sorrow, sleep came rushing over me. After a little while, something kept me from sleeping, so I opened my eyes to see my son standing before me, furious.
I stared at him, and he said angrily, "You're getting too fat, you bitch. Hmm." My exhaustion slowly faded, and fear spread through my entire body. "Sweetheart… it's me… I'm just tired… that's all…" I said, but he yanked my sari off in one swift motion and threw it, and I tumbled off the bed onto my stomach.
Before I could even process what was happening, I was on the floor as my son, still seething with rage, yelled, "I called you, won't you come, you stupid cunt?" and, cursing me, he quickly yanked off my skirt. I lay there in my panties on the floor. I was at a loss, not knowing how to calm him down. "Honey.. Listen to your mom... honey,' I stammered.
My son, still not having calmed down from his rage, said, 'What the fuck, listen you cunt... Are you gonna show me that ass or not? You fat-assed whore,' and with that, he ripped my panties off and threw them aside.
I panicked, "No, it's not like that, darling... I'm just tired... Sweetheart, listen to what Mom is saying.." I was saying, when he slapped my ass hard. I didn't expect it and screamed "Aaaaaah." He continued, "Fuck, you arrogant bitch with that big ass, huh?" and slapped my ass again.
He then grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he stood up. As soon as I was on my feet, he ripped my jacket and bra off at the same swift motion and threw them aside. I knew that anything I said at that point would only make him angrier, so I stood there, remaining silent and not breaking his hold.
He grabbed my hair with one hand and pulled, while squeezing my breast with the other. 'You're going to show your big tits to anyone who comes along, so why won't you show them to me when I ask? Tell me, bitch,' he said, pulling my nipple. I cried out in pain, 'Aaaah, no, I won't show you.'
"What are you going to show me, huh, bitch?" he said, slapping my breast. I cried out, "Aaaaaah, I'll show you my breasts." He immediately grabbed my hair and dragged me into the living room.
In the hall, still gripping my hair, he looked at me and said, "Your whole body is just flab everywhere. I'll teach you a lesson… only then will you learn your place." He pressed my head down and said, "Get on your knees, bitch," and I knelt.
My son held my hair tight, looked at my face, and asked, "Whore cunt, will you come when I call you from now on?" as he pinched my cheek. I replied, "Mmm." He immediately said, "Ah, show me, bitch… I'll start with your mouth." I looked at him and opened my mouth, and my son took his dick out and put it in my mouth.
I looked at him pitifully. "What the fuck are you looking at, slut? Suck it, bitch," he said. I sucked my son's cock. It was the first time I had ever sucked a man's cock. What was I doing? The cock of the son I gave birth to was in my mouth. Oh God...
Even though I thought this for a moment, the next moment I saw my son's angry look and started sucking his cock well. My son, meanwhile, grabbed my head and shook it while screaming, "Aaaah, ssssuck it, aaah, cunt, aaaah, ssssss, mmm, suck it, whore, aaaah, ssss, bitch, aaaah!"
Little by little, his grip and speed increased, and his cock pounded my mouth. Unable to handle my son's pace, I gaped, and he thrust deep, hitting my throat. My mouth watered as I looked up at my son, and he fucked my mouth.
After a little while, when he pulled his dick out, I coughed. He grabbed my head and straightened me back up, and saying, "Just looking at your face makes me so fucking angry, you whore," my son slapped my cheek with his dick. I was overcome with an indescribable sorrow.
He said, "What, you trying to act all sad, huh? Ssss, you fucking whore, aaahhh," and as he rubbed his dick on my face, my son came all over it, covering my entire face with his cum. "Stay just like that so you'll look bearable to watch," he said and walked away.
I knelt there, my son's cum still dripping down my face, and he came back with a camera and started filming me.
I was pleading with him, holding my jacket in my hands, my breasts hanging partially hidden by my bra. "I'm not that kind of girl, please... my situation is different... God, how can I make you understand? Please," I begged him, on the verge of tears.
He, without batting an eye, said, "Madam, you're a good family woman. I'm not saying you're not. But I like good family women like you to act like whores. So, Madam, take off your bra too."
What more could I say? Could I tell him about my son's condition? Could I tell him that I came to buy porn for his sake? Or could I tell him that I got caught by the shopkeeper at the porn shop and ended up showing him my ass?
Can I say that my son's madness went so far as to photograph me naked, that I bought the camera for that very reason? Can I say that I showed my naked body to just anyone for that camera? Can I say that because of that situation, today this peon under me, in this broken old building behind my office, is asking to see me naked? You tell me.
Can I tell you how my son's madness went so far as to photograph me naked? Can I tell you that I bought the camera for that very reason? Can I say that I showed my naked body to just anyone for that camera? Because of that situation, can I say that today, in this broken-down old building behind my office, this peon under me is asking to see me naked? You tell me.
As I struggled to say any of this, this worthless peon said, 'Quick, strip, you bitch! I'm busy, you know.' 'Like you've never shown it to anyone before, you slut. Get that fucking pussy off!' I cursed my fate and stripped naked for him.
"Sssshhh, fuck, what a body you have, ma'am. Ah, nice and plump and fat. Sssss, are all the good family cunts like this, you whores? Ssssss," he said, coming closer to me. My body trembled, and a chill ran through me.
The peon said, "What, you're shaking just from me touching your tits? Oh, you holy-shit cunt. What are you trying to tell me? With a pussy this big and tits this big, any guy would grab and squeeze them—you fucking cunt." And with that, he grabbed my tits and squeezed them.
'Fuck, what an ass,' he said, giving it a light smack. When it jiggled, he said, 'Looks like you've stored all your fat right here. Mmm, sss, what a jiggle.' He smacked it again. I immediately slapped his hand away, but he just laughed, pulled me close, and grabbed my ass, and I writhed like a worm.
'Ah, you whore cunt, ahh, sss, ahh, sss, mmm, you want to see my dick, bitch? See how big it got from you… You want to see it, you whore?' he asked. I sobbed, 'P…please… enough… I'm leaving.'
He said, "What's the hurry, bitch? Come on, look at my cock, slut," and pulled his dick out of his pants—it was hard and huge. He continued, "Look, you whore… "Ssss, is my cock bigger than your dead husband's?" he said, and I started crying.
As I cried, I looked at him, begging, and he took my hand and forced it to grab his dick. I stood there crying and holding his dick, and he rubbed my pussy and said, "Aah, ssssh, shake it, bitch... Aah, ssssh, shake it," but I just stood there motionless.
He immediately said, "Won't you shake it? Mmm, it's your pussy's fat that's making you not want to," and as he pushed his finger into my pussy, an electric current ran through my body and my hand automatically started stroking his cock. I cried out in my mind, "God, why have you made me like this? Why do I get turned on by every man's cock? What am I going to do with this filth?"
He said, "Aahh ssss aahh, that's it, my whore madam aahh, shake it aahh ssss aahh mmm aahh ssss aahh madam aahh ssss mmm, your pussy is amazing, baby.." "Aaaaaah, sssss, shake it, aaaah, that's it, my whore madam, aaaah, fuck, sssss, aaaah, mmm, aaaah, ssssss, aaaah, madam, aaaaaah, ssssss, mmm, your pussy is amazing…" He continued, "Aaaaaah, ssssss, madam, aaaah, your hand is like this, aaaah, fuck, if I lay you down and ram my dick into your pussy, aaaaaah," and as he kept saying "Aaaaaah, ssssss, shake it, aaaah," he shoved his finger into my pussy and I cried while stroking his cock.
He continued, "Aaaah sssss Madam aaaah, your hand feels so good aaaah. Fucking hell, if I lay you down and shove it into your pussy aaaahhhhhh aaaah aaaah," and he came all over my hand.
As soon as he finished cumming, I trembled away from him, pulling out of his penis. "Aah, aah, you're so intoxicating, Madam... Alright, I'll head out. You get dressed and come," he said, and I picked up my clothes with trembling hands and put them on.
After putting up with the peon's antics at the office and coming home, I felt completely exhausted and my heart felt heavy when I saw my son in the living room. Then, without paying him any mind, I was about to go to my room when my son said, "Mom, come here."
My mind and body were already exhausted, so I said, "No, sweetie... later," and collapsed onto my bed. As I closed my eyes, thinking about my sorrow, sleep came rushing over me. After a little while, something kept me from sleeping, so I opened my eyes to see my son standing before me, furious.
I stared at him, and he said angrily, "You're getting too fat, you bitch. Hmm." My exhaustion slowly faded, and fear spread through my entire body. "Sweetheart… it's me… I'm just tired… that's all…" I said, but he yanked my sari off in one swift motion and threw it, and I tumbled off the bed onto my stomach.
Before I could even process what was happening, I was on the floor as my son, still seething with rage, yelled, "I called you, won't you come, you stupid cunt?" and, cursing me, he quickly yanked off my skirt. I lay there in my panties on the floor. I was at a loss, not knowing how to calm him down. "Honey.. Listen to your mom... honey,' I stammered.
My son, still not having calmed down from his rage, said, 'What the fuck, listen you cunt... Are you gonna show me that ass or not? You fat-assed whore,' and with that, he ripped my panties off and threw them aside.
I panicked, "No, it's not like that, darling... I'm just tired... Sweetheart, listen to what Mom is saying.." I was saying, when he slapped my ass hard. I didn't expect it and screamed "Aaaaaah." He continued, "Fuck, you arrogant bitch with that big ass, huh?" and slapped my ass again.
He then grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he stood up. As soon as I was on my feet, he ripped my jacket and bra off at the same swift motion and threw them aside. I knew that anything I said at that point would only make him angrier, so I stood there, remaining silent and not breaking his hold.
He grabbed my hair with one hand and pulled, while squeezing my breast with the other. 'You're going to show your big tits to anyone who comes along, so why won't you show them to me when I ask? Tell me, bitch,' he said, pulling my nipple. I cried out in pain, 'Aaaah, no, I won't show you.'
"What are you going to show me, huh, bitch?" he said, slapping my breast. I cried out, "Aaaaaah, I'll show you my breasts." He immediately grabbed my hair and dragged me into the living room.
In the hall, still gripping my hair, he looked at me and said, "Your whole body is just flab everywhere. I'll teach you a lesson… only then will you learn your place." He pressed my head down and said, "Get on your knees, bitch," and I knelt.
My son held my hair tight, looked at my face, and asked, "Whore cunt, will you come when I call you from now on?" as he pinched my cheek. I replied, "Mmm." He immediately said, "Ah, show me, bitch… I'll start with your mouth." I looked at him and opened my mouth, and my son took his dick out and put it in my mouth.
I looked at him pitifully. "What the fuck are you looking at, slut? Suck it, bitch," he said. I sucked my son's cock. It was the first time I had ever sucked a man's cock. What was I doing? The cock of the son I gave birth to was in my mouth. Oh God...
Even though I thought this for a moment, the next moment I saw my son's angry look and started sucking his cock well. My son, meanwhile, grabbed my head and shook it while screaming, "Aaaah, ssssuck it, aaah, cunt, aaaah, ssssss, mmm, suck it, whore, aaaah, ssss, bitch, aaaah!"
Little by little, his grip and speed increased, and his cock pounded my mouth. Unable to handle my son's pace, I gaped, and he thrust deep, hitting my throat. My mouth watered as I looked up at my son, and he fucked my mouth.
After a little while, when he pulled his dick out, I coughed. He grabbed my head and straightened me back up, and saying, "Just looking at your face makes me so fucking angry, you whore," my son slapped my cheek with his dick. I was overcome with an indescribable sorrow.
He said, "What, you trying to act all sad, huh? Ssss, you fucking whore, aaahhh," and as he rubbed his dick on my face, my son came all over it, covering my entire face with his cum. "Stay just like that so you'll look bearable to watch," he said and walked away.
I knelt there, my son's cum still dripping down my face, and he came back with a camera and started filming me.
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