Asian Sex Slave Mother Susan Lin

This is the story about a beautiful young Asian mother trained by her two White step sons to become their sex slave.

Chapter 1

CHINK MOTHER IN BONDAGE

Mark and his younger brother Tommy have worked in their garage tirelessly for the last couple of hours trying to get everything ready. While they hung ropes and installed pulleys in the overhead beam of the garage, they talked constantly about what they were going to do to their Asian step mother. Their conversation kept both their sexual excitement at a high pitch constantly. Their cocks stayed very hard and firm all this time.

What they have been planning for weeks now were some of the most unimaginably depraved and unspeakably obscene acts to their Asian mother, who were originally from China and married their biological father, an American military officer. Tommy and Mark’s school closed for Easter vacation starting today, they figured a week without school should be plenty of time to accomplish their diabolical objective.

“Now, let’s get our lovely chink mother out here Tommy!”

Tommy opened the door of the garage peeking into the kitchen. “Mom, Mark wants you in the garage.“

Susan Lin, Mark and Tommy’s step mother, was a petite Chinese woman in her early thirties. She had lost none of her good looks, in fact, the young Asian mother was exceptionally beautiful and looked as if she were barely 18 years old.

With her drop-dead exotic looks, her perky full breasts and a perfect measurement of 34-22-34, she looked like the centerfold of Playboy magazine. Her golden skin, her silky black hair swung about her shoulders, glittering from constant brushing, she is hard pressed to let anyone believe she were already in her thirties and a step mother of two handsome white boys.

With their father, a dominant military man of pure Aryan breeding, stationed overseas for the past two years in Iraq, Susan Lin almost never left the house. Now she lived only for her two white step sons, for the sake of their father, who for heaven’s sake might not come back alive. With the income from her husband’s military benefits, she didn’t have to work. She stayed at home and concentrated on taking care of her white boys. She was totally devoted to them, as the woman of an inferior race looked upon the seeds of a more dominant, godly race; pure white children deserved more. However, Susan Lin had a hard time with her two step sons. They refused to obey her and they were running wild around the neighborhood. She was afraid they would get into serious trouble some day. She had no control over them anymore, not since their father left for Iraq. Maybe she shouldn’t have spoiled them so much by giving into their every demand, Susan Lin thought. But how could she refuse her handsome white boys anything when she loved them so much. They were her life! The young Asian mother justified to herself.

Tommy watched his Asian step mother’s dress swirled about her long slim legs in a most attractive manner. Her tits, firm and taut, strained at the bodice of her low cut sun-dress, made Tommy’s cock became even harder.

When Susan Lin entered the garage, she felt a little apprehensive. She saw the lust in Tommy’s eyes just before he let the garage door closed behind them. Immediately Tommy and Mark shoved a looped rope over their Asian mother’s right hand. Susan Lin gave a cry of surprise. They grabbed her other wrist before she could recover, and they pulled her hands behind her back and tied them together with the looped rope.

“What the hell are you doing?” She snapped, struggling, in her accented pidgin English.

Susan Lin’s arms ached as her white step sons pulled her hands behind her and upward. They pulled their Asian mother backward, and tied her arms to the wall of the garage.

“Turn me loose. Let me go. Now! The two of you are in serious trouble.”

Susan Lin struggled. But the more she struggled, the more painful she felt in her shoulders. She stamped her feet in frustrated anger, glaring at her white sons.

Tommy and Mark stood back, looking at their Asian mother as she twisted. The look in their eyes was frightening to her. How could she allow her step sons tie her up? What are they going to do to her? It must be sexual in nature by the way they looked at her body with pure unadulterated lust in their eyes.

“Let’s take off that chink whore’s panties.” Tommy said. “ Let’s see her cunt. I wanna see if her cunt is slanted like her eyes.”

“Tommy!” Susan Lin snapped.

“Ahhh … Mom,” Mark said. “You might as well shut up. We ain’t gonna let you loose for a while. We are gonna have some fun with you first.”

Susan Lin saw that his cock was standing up hard. So was Tommy’s cock. They were excited, she realized. None of her threats had affected them. She was helpless.

“Please,” she said, thinking perhaps that pleading would help. “Please, untie me. I’m your mother. We’ll forget this if you’ll untie me now. My arms hurt.“

“We gotta see your cunt first, chink” Mark said.

“Don’t say that!” Susan Lin whimpered. “Don’t say those words! I’m your mother!“

“We can say any fucking thing we wanna say.” Tommy said.

“And we see any fucking thing we wanna see.” Mark replied, stroking his throbbing cock though his pants.

As they approached her, she was struggling and trying to keep them from grabbing her feet, but they were fast. Her sons looped ropes around her ankles, then pulled her feet wide apart. The ropes at her ankles were secured to the wall of the garage. The boys worked together, until their mother was spread-eagled against the wall. She felt so humiliated to be tied up this way. Tears were in her eyes.

“Lift her dress,’ Mark said, lets see the chink’s panties.”

“Don’t,” she screamed quickly. “Don’t you dare!“

On seeing the expression on her step sons’ faces, Susan Lin softened her voice and pleaded, “You shouldn’t be doing this to your own mother, It’s not nice. Let me go now, and I won’t ever say anything about this, never.”

“You are not our real mother. You are a chink. Our mother was a White woman!”

“Too fucking late now , bitch. Raise her fucking dress, Tommy!”

“Oh my God… please!”

She began to sob softly as Tommy grabbed the hem of her dress, lifting it up, exposing her creamy yellow thighs. Their Asian mother’s sexy body shook as tears streamed from her beautiful brown eyes. Susan Lin felt the hot flush of shame came over her cheeks, and she turned her head to one side, as if trying to hide her shame from her step sons’ eyes.

They gazed lustfully at their Asian mother’s sensuous creamy yellow thighs, seeing them stretched wide. Tommy lifted his step mother’s dress higher, and his eyes went wide as her lace panties were exposed.

Susan Lin wished she had worn another pair, not the tiny, flimsy lace bikini that hugged her round ass tightly. They could even see the shadow of her cunt hair, formed in a lovely triangle, through the thin panties. The crotch was pulled tight, and her pubic hair curled from the edges of it.

“Looked at her cunt!” Tommy gasped. “She’s sure got lots of fucking hair on it. Mommy needs to be shaved”

Tommy was more excited now. “Let’s take her dress off. I wanna see everything. We will shave the chink monkey later“

“Yeah, let’s do that!”

“Oh, please don’t,” Susan Lin sobbed. “You’ve seen enough! Don’t take my dress off.“

Tommy got a knife and sliced open the top of his chink mother’s dress, slicing from her throat downward all the way down to her crotch area. Her dress was teared all the way down the front, it hung open, her bra showing, almost overflowing with her full creamy tits. She felt naked before her white step sons’ lustful eyes. Waves upon waves of shameful red color flush hotter than ever to her beautiful Asian face.

Tommy pulled the ruined dress from her body. He stood back with Mark, both of them staring at their chink mother with only bras and panties on her sexy body. Their eyes glowed with raw excitement. Their white cocks stood up in throbbing hardness, quivering sticking out of their open zippers.

Susan glanced at her handsome white sons, and through the blur of her tears, she could not help but see their hard cocks, surprisingly long and thick, bigger than any little Asian man’s she had ever seen, and even bigger than their father’s, a real white man. A lurch went through her, a burning sensation. Her mind cried out at what was happening to her. Her cunt, she realized, was getting wet! Her chink cunt never got wet without being touched!

“She’s pretty!” Mark said in a low voice.

“Beautiful, you mean, ” Tommy corrected, looking at their chink mother’s almost nude sexy body while gripping his cock hard.

“I think this mommy is much better looking and even sexier then all of those Playboy’s centerfolds you hang in you room put together, bro.” Tommy commented to his older brother. “I agree with you there 100%!” Mark replied, “There are no Asian women in those Playboy magazines.”

Susan Lin wanted to scream, to get free. She twisted and turned. Not knowing that her movements turned her white step sons on and made them even more excited.

Mark came closer, and she felt him running his hand over her tits through the flimsy bra. She whimpered as he squeezed her soft yet firm tits. Tommy had stepped to her side, and she felt his nervous hand moving along her smooth flat stomach, then it was between her legs, moving back and forth. She her chink cunt twitched, sucking inward as her step son’s palm rubbed the growing wetness through the lace panties.

“Let’s get the chink bitch naked,” Mark said, his voice sounding husky.

“Yeah, let’s take everything off our chink mother.”

They worked feverishly, their hands shaking, removing their chink mother’s bras and then cutting her panties off.

She felt so ashamed as she became naked before their eyes. Her creamy full breasts strained out, her nipples were hard and arching upwards. She whimpered when her step sons began to feel her naked tits. They massaged and squeezed her firm golden flesh. She felt a sharp pain when her chink nipples were pinched and twisted. She felt a damp electric current on one nipple, then she turned to look down. Tommy was sucking at her tit, sucking vigorously, his tongue swirling as his lips pulled at his own mother’s hard pink nipple. Mark was watching his brother sucking their Asian step mother’s tit, and then he, too, began to suck on the other one. They felt their chink mother’s nipples begin to throb and getting harder and longer in their sucking mouths. She felt the hardness of their cocks pressing against her thighs, throbbing and dripping, leaving a wet spot of pre-cum on her thighs near her hips.

“Please, please.” She begged. “Don’t do this to me! I’m your mother! You can’t do this to your own mother… It’s not right!“

She felt hands on her naked ass cheeks, hands that stroked and squeezed their smooth and round softness. They kept sucking at her creamy chink tits, using their teeth now, biting hard on her expanded and elongated nipples, making their Asian mother cry out in pain. They began to pinch her smooth ass cheeks brutally. Fingers pulled at the pubic hair of her cunt, sending a searing pain through her crotch. She twisted and wiggled, but the ropes held her secure in the obscene spread-eagled position.

Mark and Tommy pulled back, looking at her creamy quivering tits with pure lust in their eyes. Susan Lin watched them step back, then squat down. They looked up between her wide spread legs. Shame flooded her face. From the way her legs were stretched she knew her white step sons were looking directly at her obscenely displayed chink pussy. Mark and Tommy saw the lips of their chink mother’s cunt slightly opened like two rose petals fresh with morning dew, covered with fine silky pussy hair. The two Aryan brothers also saw her slightly swollen chink clit peeking out from its protective hood like a little shy unopened flower bud.

Their chink mother’s cunt was the most beautiful thing they have ever saw in their lives. She was more beautiful than any white woman, more submissive, and more erotic, begging to be punished, and tortured. Mark can’t resist and slipped his hand to his Asian mother’s beautiful Asian pussy and cupped it, squeezing with a finger almost inside.

“They always say chink women are the tightest.”

Susan shook, her hips jerking back.

“Don’t! Stop! Don’t do that!”

Mark laughed. “Why the fuck not you fucking gook? What are you gonna do to me—spank me?“

He thrust his finger into his chink mother’s cunt.

“Ohhh, damn you!” Susan Lin shouted, “Damn you! Damn you!”

Mark began to plunge his finger in and out of his chink mother’s cunt, and to Susan Lin’s horror, she was becoming wet. She tried to will her cunt to stop, but the more her Aryan white step son’s finger thrusted into her, the wetter she became.

There was tingle in her cunt that she had never felt before. Yet, that the mere touch of her white son’s finger in her cunt could induce such incredible feelings in her cunt was unbelievable.

Susan Lin thought if her white aryan son kept finger fucking her, she would come.

“Let me do it,” she heard Tommy say.

Mark pulled his finger out, coated with his Asian mother’s cunt juice, he then put his moist finger tip in his mouth to taste his chink mother’s vaginal secretions.

“Wow, chink’s cunt juice surely tasty.” As if to prove his point, he proceeded to lick his finger until it was clean of his chink mother’s cunt juice. Susan Lin felt her younger son shove his finger in her cunt a few times and then also brought his cunt juice coated finger to his mouth, “You are so right Mark, chink cunt sure is tasty, better then honey.“

They were taking turns finger fucking their chink mother’s cunt.

The insides of Susan Lin’s thighs were slippery with cunt juice as her white step sons switched fingers. She felt so ashamed and her beautiful face turned all red as she heard her white sons smacking their lips as they sucked her cunt juice off their fingers and commented on how tasty her cunt juice were. She could not resist looking down her naked body, watching them. They were so absorbed as they stared at her chink cunt and finger fucked her cunt and then brought their cunt juice coated fingers to their mouths, so absorbed they didn’t look up to their chink mother’s face to meet her eyes. She could now see their cocks, thick and long and very hard, pre-cum was seeping from their piss holes. A shiver rippled up and down her spine, and her cunt seemed to steam. She could hear them breathing faster and she began to hope it would end soon. Maybe, she told herself, they would cum fast, then untie her. She began to whimper softly. There was that familiar tingle in her cunt, and she could feel her clit swelling, distending into throbbing hardness. She choked back a squeal, not wanting to come, not wanting her Aryan white sons to know that their chink mother was going to have an orgasm from what they were doing to her. Nevertheless, she couldn’t prevent it. Her hips were thrusting now, moving back and forth, grinding within the limits of the ropes. She clamped her mouth tight, her bottom lip between her teeth. She came.

“Hey, look at what our mother’s cunt is doing!” Tommy said with excitement.

“She’s coming. Tommy!” Mark exclaimed. “We’re making this chink bitch come!“

Mark plunged his finger in and out of her cunt faster and faster, feeling it suck and squeeze it. Her clit was throbbing visibly, and she was crying with shame, yet with ecstasy, too. Her cunt had betrayed her, and there was nothing she could do about it. Her face was flaming with shame, and her hips thrust back and forth, fucking on her white step son’s finger.

“Look at Mom come!” Tommy shouted, gripping a cheek of her tightening ass. “She’s really coming!”

“Chink whore’s fucking cunt is about to squeeze my finger off.” Mark said. “Look how wet her fucking cunt is!“

The orgasm increased, and Susan Lin cried out as she began to come for a second time. What’s happening to me? I have never come like this before! She thought to herself.

“I gotta… gotta come, too!” Tommy shouted, gripping his gorgeous Aryan White cock in one tight fist and his gook mother’s creamy soft ass cheek with the other.

Tommy shoved the head of his cock to his gook mother’s thigh and Susan felt the hot, bubbling juice of her white son spurt over her smooth flesh. It seemed to scald her leg, and her orgasm increased suddenly. She shot her hips forward, crying out again with unwanted ecstasy.

“I’m coming on our chink mother’s fucking leg!” Tommy shouted, robbing his Aryan white cock against her chink flesh.

Author: jennifer suzuki

I have been a very confused—some might say very conflicted—girl ever since I can remember and I have always lived in a fantasy world of my own making. I was born in Japan, my mother is Chinese and my father is Japanese, and my father's mother or my grandmother was German Dutch, and I came to the United States as a teenager and lived and went to school in Maryland, and worked in New York. I lived in fantasy worlds since I was a teenager and I have always done so, sometimes so deep in my own fantasy I forgot my own identity. I no longer knew who I am. Physically I look more European than asian. My father is of mixed heritage—he has white blond hair, but he also has some distinctly Japanese features. On the other hand my features mostly resembled my grandmother, who was a full blooded European woman. Which was not something that really bothered me. Actually most modern Japanese look very European compared to the rest of asians. My father was a sadist, and my mother, on the other hand, was, in my opinion, a masochist with no self respect. Growing up, seeing my father beating my mother was almost as frequent as having dinner, and when not beating her, she was constantly being humiliated and degraded, like having to serve dinner to him naked on her knees or being tied to an utility pole only in her panties during the winter. At first I believed my mother was a victim, a unfortunate human being in the hands of a cruel evil man, but as I grew older I realized that it was my mother who enjoyed being treated this way. The initial realization made me feel she was a disgusting, perverted, sick person, but as I grew older I began to have the almost identical sexual fantasies that my mother lived and experienced through. I began to think that my mother was the luckiest woman on earth since apparently she had found a man who understood her desires and could give them to her. My dad studied and worked in America before, and during that period he desperately wanted to marry a white woman, and vehemently pursued several white women, but was unsuccessful. At the same time Japanese women were unwilling to marry him. Maybe because just like him they were looking to marry into the white race, or maybe because he had sadistic tendencies. Out of options he settled to look for a Chinese woman. Statistically, marriages between Chinese women and Japanese men have been quite common, and I personally knew quite a few couples just like my mother and father. Even here in America I knew several Chinese women who had Japanese boyfriends and those women were actually quite proud of having superior Japanese men as boyfriends. Japanese in general look much more European compared to other asians and I suspect it was the putative European appearance that attracts other asian women. Of course Japanese are not Europeans, no matter how much we try to become European, just as Jews will never be fully accepted as White Christians. I think Jews and Japanese have a lot in common. We were both persecuted by Europeans, the Jews by Germans, and Japanese by Americans, yet we both come to love our white Masters. Jews weren't officially considered white until very recently, and I think as time progresses eventually Japanese will be categorized as white in the future, though Jews and Japanese will always know that they are still inferior to their Nordic Masters. But as always the Jews will be Masters over the Arabs and the Japanese will be Masters over the rest of Asia. There is no other meaning to life, other than the degree of domination. I had an older sister who looked fully asian, as opposed to me who looked much more European. And ever since childhood I have always known for a fact that I was treated better by everyone else because of my distinctly European appearance. In school classmates would be hesitant to tease me because they always thought my father might be an American or an European man even though they knew my mother was Chinese but somehow they still were afraid of me solely because of my European appearance. The thing was that in Japanese naming system, my mother's last name automatically gets attached to mine, so for example, my name in Japanese would actually be "Suzuki Liu Jennifer", because my mother's maiden name is Liu; this way everyone would instantly know my mother is Chinese. On the other hand my sister was bullied almost everyday by upper classmates because she looked very Chinese. They made fun of her hair and clothes and told her that she looked like a Chinese pig and I had seen boys pulling down her pants and laughing at her for having a "Chinese vagina". I was a very young girl back then and I felt ashamed of having her as a sister so in school I didn't talk to her at all. When I was 12 years old, she committed suicide by hanging herself in her closet. I know this because I was the one who discovered her body. My parents would have never told me about her death if I did not saw her dead body by myself. And ever since her death a dark cloud formed over my head and throughout my teenager years I was constantly harrowed by thoughts of suicide. It was not until I was much older that I learned suicide is infectious and that had been why I was constantly thinking about suicide. The realization made me try not to think too much about death, but no matter how much I try I can never get her image out of my head. Sometimes I feel she still haunts me because I didn't talk to her in school. My parents divorced when I was 14 and I went to live with my mom in China for two years. Contrary to popular beliefs, I had never experienced any form of racism or discrimination against me when I was living in China. Most people assumed that I was an European girl and the aura of being European seemed to make me inapproachable, like the shield of Athena covering me from head to toe. Even when I was in school, when classmates would know my father was Japanese because of my last name, I had never really felt any discrimination, though I did feel they were kind of afraid of me. I had never realized how much being White meant until I was in America: the symbol of power, domination, and superiority that being White implies. Being White is being the entelechy of all that is beautiful, good and righteous. Which is strange because my nationality still is, in actuality, Japanese and as I grew older I started to look more asian. My hair has gotten completely dark and my looks started to resemble my mother's. I used to have very light-colored hair, but I just felt fortunate that I do not look fully asian like my sister was. When I saw this image [of a naked asian woman kneeling next to a black furred dog] in a Japanese SM magazine a few days ago, all of a sudden I remembered seeing my mother in a similar position when I was maybe just 5 or 6 years old. It was not a pleasant experience; it was an extremely scary and traumatic experience, and growing up I heard constant moaning and muffled screams coming from my parents' bedroom. Every evening was a nightmare to fall asleep. But knowing that many asian women were treated the same way as my mother had been treated somehow made me feel better about my own family. At least my parents were not as weird as they seemed, and while growing up I had gradually come to realize that many asian girls have the same masochistic tendencies as I do, but many were just very shy and wouldn't admit their secrets. So it seems there are many masochistic asian women out there who thrives on been humiliated and degraded just like the girl in this image; I don't know why but this image made me feel kind of normal. I have lived in the States for nearly ten years now and I have not talked to my parents, who had divorced, for several years, especially to my mother whom I had some very severe arguments with over the years, especially when she remarried after she went back to China. I was more fond of my father though I haven't really talked to him that much either because he too had remarried. Despite all the mean things I had said about my dad, he was always very gentle with me and never beat me. He beat my sister and my mother but never me and I suspect he was much more gentle with me because of my more European looks. I felt their divorce was a punishment for me, as if they had abandoned me and I never felt comfortable with either of them or their new spouses, whether it be in China or in Japan. My mother's new husband was a very cruel and domineering white man living in China and he never treated me with the same special treatment I received from my dad. And I remember one time when I went out with him people on the street mistook me for his wife and I felt so disgusted I never wanted to go out with him again and then he would yell at me and yell at my mom. I am glad to have gotten out of there. And my dad ... well let's just say I couldn't bear to coexist with his new wife either. The last time we talked was already 3 years ago. This image had brought back so many long forgotten yearnings. I miss my sister and my parents. The memory of my sister and my parents started to fade away, like wavering forms they passed before my clouded sight; their images have become a blur rise about me out of mist and cloud; their faces, and their figures have become shades of phantoms; I wanted to hold you close to me in that blessed fleeting moment when you reappeared to me in my dreams. If only I possessed the strength to draw you near. I wanted to forever remember you—you bear the images of happy days; your airy smiles still stir youthful tremors in my breast—but my memory faltered. It would have been simpler if I were already dead. I would never be seized again by those long forgotten yearnings. I shuddered at those thoughts; and a tear draws other tears. Crying is my only form of release; through crying I am channeled to the solemn and silent world of spirits; crying is my whispered prayer that lingers in a vagrant tone. I have no one to talk to. I live in solitary confinement. I have been driven to madness even though physically I stay put. My life—full of dolor, pain and suffering. Sometimes I wish I could end it. The only reason I continue to live is for otherwise I lack the courage to carry out that final act, to take me beyond and step into the unknown. It is so much better to have been never born at all, or at least to die an immediate death. How sweet and wonderful death would be. My dear Aya, I am so very sorry! A vast space of nothingness in the empty universe fills my heart. Everyday of my life I live in terror because of you. A family dog Growing up, I always felt lonely. My family dog was my only companion. He was a slightly larger than a medium sized dog, with grey and dark fur, and a nozzle that resembled a wolf. He was so cute, so adorable, and he was my only friend. I often played with him in my desperate attempts to communicate with another living being, like Madame Bovary sitting by her fire place in a melancholic longing for escape. I want out!, out of this nonchalant prison of thoughts, out of this cruel alienated society, out of these mind forged manacles whose clanking I hear like looming madness; the marks of domestication on their faces, marks of psychological slavery, marks of intellectual death; they are mere automatons, inanimate objects, so lifeless like straw men, hollow men, stuffed men. I can't bare to look at those miserable beings' faces. In a domesticated dog I see more humanity than the entire humanity. If only my family dog can take me away! And I will elope with him to a happy place, where there is no more sorrow, no more dread, no more cold metallic prison walls of the mind. My family dog was my only friend, and he was my only confidante. To him I entrusted all my deepest secrets. Sometimes I wished I was a dog: no more worries, no more sadness, no more consciousness, no more thoughts, just the need to satisfy my most basic instincts, lying by my owner's feet, worshiping him and completely dependent on him. Sometimes I wish I could have another dog just like the family dog I used to have in Japan. And he will be my husband. I will belong to him. I will be his bitch. I will obey him, crawl under his belly, gently caress his furs with my soft hands, and please him like I would please my husband. And he will be my beast and I will be his beauty. Albeit he will be a gentle beast, always so obedient to me, and yet always so much more aggressive, and animalistic; he will protect me from harm, with his sharp fangs and naturally endowed muscles for chasing down his prey; and yet he will honor me and obey me like a lover would. He will never be jealous, never be angry, as long as he is fed and watered. He will be my best friend. View all posts by jennifer suzuki

3 thoughts on “Asian Sex Slave Mother Susan Lin”

Dave Matthews says:

January 16, 2018 at 6:04 pm

I love the idea of all females trained as extreme submissives from a early age- not just sexually but in all ways. The way you present Asian girls such as this mother is especially delicious.

1. John says:
  
  January 11, 2019 at 11:33 pm
  
  This is some of the sexiest and racist shit I’ve ever seen in my life. Look at how these stories were fabricated by depressed unattractive white guys who were jealous of some asian girl and guy in their class going to Harvard while they stayed in white trash land. I guess when the only ass you can get is your sister, its human nature to hate the minority. But fuck, this is some perverted messed up shit. China was the world’s greatest civilization technologically for most of world history until the 13th century. It suffered from isolationism while europeans were desperate for natural resources and invented race fairy tales to justify the horrible shit they did to black people. The result is a white trash’s fantasy about girls wayyy out of their league. You faggots make me sick.
  
KRIS says:

March 24, 2019 at 10:26 am

nice story.
I would like to recommend my story Jennifer.
have a nice day