Every other Friday, my son would invite a group of his friends from college to come over to our house to hang out. Usually they would be playing video games, watching movies together, and sometimes they also talked about girls and watched porn together. I always tried to tag along but sometimes they didn’t want me to be there, and when I’m strictly being told by my son that I was no longer welcome to hang out with them, I’d meekly retreat back to my room, and stay there.

But when my son do allow me to hang out with his friends, I always feel super excited. Being a lonely divorced mother, I feel hanging out with gorgeous, hot, handsome young white men is the next best thing to actually having sex with them.

And I have been having this recurring fantasy where the guys would all start talking about girls in front of me, watching porn, and jacking off. I would be so embarrassed. I would leave and go back to my room, and then they all would stop me and tell me, no please, mam, stay and watch.

Then they’d all start to surround me and I’d look at my son and ask him if it’s okay, and he just waves his hand and says, “I know you are a slut mom. You’ve always wanted to be gangbanged by my friends, and I’m now granting your wish. But as your son, I get to go first.”

Then my son would push me on the sofa, rip off my panties, revealing my moist pussy in front of all of his friends, and then he would insert his fully erect penis into my vagina, without a condom, and he would cum inside me.

I would beg my son to please stop. Please stop, you are hurting mommy. I’ve given birth to you. I’ve fed you with my breast milk. I’ve clothed you. I’ve raised you. It’s not right that you should stick his cock inside mommy’s pussy, you shouldn’t be flooding your cum into my birth canal, the womb that have nurtured you while you were still in embryonic form. Please stop. It’s not right. It’s insane. It’s wrong. It’s taboo.

And my son would laugh and tell me to shut up, and take it like a slut, mom. Take it like a whore, slut. He would behave just like his dad. And I would have no way to stop him, as he floods his inestuous seeds into his own mommy’s womb.

With my son’s cum still leaking out of my pussy, I would be dragged to crawl on the floor, on my hands and knees next to my son, who would then announce to all his friends, whom were standing around and watching: “Now it’s your turn. Fuck my mom. Fuck her like she is a common street whore. Have no mercy on her. She loves being fucked roughly. This is what my dad told me.”

And I would beg for mercy. Please don’t do this to mommy.

But my son would not pity me. He would tell me that his dad was right. That I was a whore, a slut, a lewd, kinky nymphomaniac who can’t keep her legs closed.

After he said this, all the guys would jump on top of me, their hands all over me. I would literally be pulled from limb to limb. My legs being pulled apart. Hard cocks stuffed into my hands. I would feel fingers on my nipples pinching and twisting them. I would feel some foreign object stinging against my ass and thighs. And I would have hard cocks being inserted into my mouth, my pussy, and my ass non-stop, one after another. I would hear shoutings among the commotion of legs, cocks, and hands: “Put the slut on a train.”

“Gangbang whore gets gangbanged! Hell yeah!”

“Sexy fuckable mother! Too bad she won’t know who the father is afterward.”

All their faces was a blur and I had no idea whose cock was whose as all of them were taking turns cumming inside me. All I would know was the orgasmic pleasure of clamping on mouth on a hard cock as two more cocks are being pumped in and out of my pussy and my ass. All I would remember was the wondrous pleasure of holding two cocks in both of my hands and jerking them as my legs are being stretched wide apart and my pussy was stuffed by another hard cock, all the while more hard cocks were waiting for their turns.

All those young white studs, so full of sexual energy and nearly an endless reservoir of libido, would take out all their sexual frustration on me, a poor Asian slut mother, as they take turns spitroasting me, double penetrating me, air-tightening me, all the while my son would be on the sideline, with his camera setup on a tripod, filming the whole thing. I would become delirious from all the orgasms I’ve been getting, something that I haven’t been able to have for more than 20 years.

Sometimes in my fantasy I also would imagine that some of the guys have girlfriends and their girlfriends would be watching too, and they’d say stuffs like, “She is such an old worthless slut.”

“That old slut works as a stripper too, you know, at that club on the outskirt of the town. She fucks her customers if they tip her extra.”

“God, Ling Ling, your mom is such a nasty whore. I can totally see why her husband left her.”

“What a degenerate whore. She should be ashamed of herself. I heard she used to be a prostitute before she met her husband. She used to suck cock and let her customers cum inside her mouth for just 20 dollars. What a cheap Asian slut!”

But the more they humiliated me, the more turned on I would be; which just makes me orgasm even harder as I was being fucked nonstop.

Eventually they’d lie me down on my back, completely naked, covered in their cum, on the kitchen table, and I would just lie there, gasping, breathing hard, my heart pounding with excitement, and my fingers inside my pussy scooping loads after loads of cum out of my sore, well-used pussy. Then I’d bring my hands to my lips and I would smell the nectar, and stick out my tongue to lick my cum-covered fingers like I was eating family meals at the KFC. The TV commercial suddenly started to play in my mind. MMMMM … finger-lickin’ good.

And I would smile. And the young, gorgeous white girls watching me would turn away disgusted, and they would whisper to each other, “Woah, what a nasty yellow slut! She actually enjoyed it.”

And all the while my son would be chatting with his friends and his friend’s girlfriends: “You know, my mom masturbates by herself all the time. She is so sex-starved.”

“God, the old slut must have been wishing for this for a very long time. I bet she wants to make this a regular thing.”

And even then, they wouldn’t be done with me. My son would help me get on my hands and feet, and he would loop ropes around my ankles, wrists, and breasts, and then the ropes would be thrown over the balustrade on the second floor and mommy would be hoisted up into midair.

“Wow, slut is hogtied like a pig. Hahaha. What a slut.”

I would hear jeers and laughters as the boys who have just gangbanged me burst out laughing, high-giving each other, patting my son on the back, goading him on.

“Boy, you sure know how to treat a whore. I bet it’s in your half-Asian genes.”

And I would be left suspended in mid-air, helpless, frustrated, scared, and shamefully displayed, for hours, as the boys continued to play video games, eat the snacks I had prepared for him, and, perhaps, even making out with their girlfriends. I would be begging for release, as another powerful orgasm builds up inside me.

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Sometimes I wish my son could really help me make this happen, ask his friends if they would like to gangbang his mommy, but I’m too ashamed to ever bring it up to him.