Category: Depraved Asian Slut

I’m an Asian mother with two children and a loving family, and yet there I was, naked, collared, on my knees humping the leg of a white man, like a bitch in heat …

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By the time I turned 35, I have finally come to the realization, that I can’t enjoy sex unless I’m being treated like a whore.

All my life I’ve been living in denial, in denial of who I really am.

Once I’ve tasted that elixir of sexual orgasm achieved through coercion, humiliation, physical violence, and torture, nothing else in life can satisfy me. I become starved when I’m not in that state of bliss.

There was a period of my life when I was seeking 7 different guys at the same time. And what follows is a description, a mixture of diary and reflection, lived experience and introspection, of what it means to be an Asian slut.

2 of the 7 guys I was seeing were my doms who trained me to be submissive. The rest were friends with benefits (fwbs). All of them were different shades of white: Italian, Irish, British, Scottish, even Jewish and white Hispanic (Brazilian by nationality, German by ethnicity). I let those men take turns using all my Asian holes.

And when I’m not being fucked, I masturbate myself at home. I knew my son could hear my moans as I masturbated. I didn’t feel the need to hide my sexuality from him. He is 18 years old and he should know that Asian women need white cocks.

2.

On a Friday evening, I went to see my fwbs, and as soon as I met with my fwb #1 inside a diner, I was flushed from head to toe with a rush of horny. The thought that after the beef steak and the salad, I would be eating his BWC for desert made my heart jump and my face melted and contorted and if I weren’t in a public place, I would have started to rub my hands against my clit and nipples which were already hard like rocks. There is a saying, when a woman approaches 30, she becomes ravenous like a wolf. When a woman approaches 40, she becomes aggressive like a tiger. I didn’t realize the truth of those idioms until now.

3.

I couldn’t wait anymore. As soon as I entered his apartment, I rushed to strip off my panties and let my fwb #1 stick his hardened penis inside my vagina. As soon as the tip of his cock head touched my pussy lips, I murmured OMG it feels good.

And just then, as his cock thrust into my pussy, suddenly the image of my son masturbating at home and smearing his cum on my panties and bra flashed through my mind and at the same time an orgasm flooded through my entire body.

I felt guilty to be honest. I felt angry with myself. I felt scared that my fwb’s cum had been deposited inside my vagina. I loved being fucked bareback. Being cummed inside made me feel alive, but post-coitus anxiety also was very real for me. After my night of debauchery, when I went home, my son always asked me “Where have you been all night, mom?”, with his eyes wide and round, and a flicker of devilish smile on the edge of his mouth.

With cum still dripping out of my pussy, I went over to fwb#2 and we “watched netflix and chilled”. My fwbs ranged from guys in their twenties that could potentially be classmates to my son to guys in their eighties who were older than my granddad (if he were still alive). My fwb#2 was near the age of retirement, single, living with just a dog and a “stepson” that he adopted from China ten years ago.

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While I was out bar hopping with my fwb #3, my son texted me and asked me where I was. Sometimes he texted. And if I didn’t respond to his text, he called. Even when he didn’t text or call, he peppered me with questions when I got home. So this particular Friday I texted back telling him that I was hanging out with a few girlfriends and that he should go to sleep now.

I know I talk about my son a lot. For those of you who do not have kids, let me tell you having children changes you. It absolutely does. My son is my entire life and I love my son, and even though I do enjoy the company of other men, and I indulge in sexual escapades with many of them, at the end of the day, my connection to them is merely physical, and if they become too romantically attached to me, or displeases me in anyway, I leave. On the other hand I will never leave my son. My spiritual loves belongs to my son and only to my son. No body else comes even close.

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Being a virile young man of half white and half Asian heritage, my son is naturally curious about sex, especially about Asian female sexuality and is very eager to experiment, and I’m actually very happy to participate and I have served as his guinea pig on various sexual experiments that he is interested to perform.

I have so far allowed my son to freely examine all my sexual organs so he does not have any mystery about Asian females in general. I let my son play with my nipples, ass, and pussy whenever he wanted. Initially I was hesitant about letting him touch my pussy, but it seemed to me that the more I refused him, the more he wanted to touch it, and so I ended up yielding to his wishes. I told my son very explicitly that, if you ever felt the urge to play with mommy’s pussy, all you have to do is ask, and I will gladly drop my panties and spread my legs for you.

This is what I do for any white man ayway. And being half white himself, my son gets the entire privilege to have free access to my pussy. And of course he has taken that privilege very well.

Right now he is not content with just playing with my pussy using his fingers. He has tried to insert various objects inside my pussy to test the depth and holding capacity of it. And I’m as always very happy to assist in his exploration.

The fact of the matter is, letting my son having a free rein over me is causing me to be sexually aroused all the time. For instance, when my son plays with my nipples and then plays with my pussy, my nipples are hard like little marbles, and my pussy became very moist and discharges transparent goo. He notices it of course but he doesn’t seem to fully understand what it means. He is very curious about the wetness and the liquid. A friend of his suggested that he put small marble balls inside my pussy and see if it gets wetter and this is exactly what my son plans on doing.

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By the time fwb #3 and I made back to his place, it was close to midnight. We showered together and then I went home. Sometimes I chose to stay overnight. But it depended on my schedule, and whether or not fwb #4 was available.

9

Natural life is the nourishing soil of the soul. Anyone who fails to go with life remains suspended, stiff, rigid in mid air. That is why so many people get wooden in old age; they look back and cling to the past with a secret fear of the future in their hearts. They withdraw from the life process, at least psychologically, and consequently remain fixed like nostalgic pillars of salt, with vivid recollections of youth but no living relation to the present. From the middle of life onward, only she who remains vitally alone is ready to die with life.

Sometimes I feel I didn’t begin to live until I turned 35. I became more nervous, edgy, and neurotic. My mood swings became more violent. And at the same time, I became more submissive toward men. I suppose it is the realization that I’m no longer the beautiful woman that every man once adulated, worshiped, and would have died for just to be close to me. And as Carl Jung would have said, now I must confront the other part of life, the inevitable coming of death. Fear of death is fear of life itself. I would rather that I leave this world without any regret.

My fwb#4 has the biggest cock and at the age of 21, he was in the same age range as my son. His cock stretched my pussy to its limit and when I was being fucked in the cowgirl position, I could see my own pussy lips gripping onto his cock like a suction cup. Which cause me to orgasm immensely.

I never ask my fwbs to use condoms because the feeling of a white man’s dick cumming inside me is my biggest cravings. The feeling is surreal: his cock throbbing, the short, violent, final thrusts as he chased each pulsed shot of his ejaculation. The feeling of his flesh hardening into me, stirring, and not knowing when it would happen but predestined to be happening anytime soon. And the fear. The risk.

Of course I’m fully aware of the risk. If I did not take those risks, I could not have become a mother by now.

But the risk made it all the more thrilling.

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On Saturday morning I met with my dom #2. As soon as I entered his house he made me crawl with a dog collar and leash and took naked photos of me. He also had a basement where he had lots of BDSM equipment like pillories, cages, and he had his own photo studio. Dom #2 was married and his wife was interested in me as well. After my session we—me, him, and his wife–all had lunch around 3 PM and I went home.

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On Saturday evening I met my dom #1. My dom #1 turned me on the most. He was rough, aggressive, and while I did appreciate men who were nice and kind, which all of my other fwbs satisfies, I got truly turned on when I was being degraded and humiliated, and which was what my dom #1 did. He not only verbally degraded me, calling me very degrading nicknames, but also treated me like a piece of garbage and it just got my aching cunt really wet.

The backdoor to his house was always unlocked and at our arranged time I let myself in and the second I walked into his presence I ceased being a person. I was his “bitch, whore, slut, fuck toy, cum dump,” and whatever other degrading names he wanted to call me.

My dom#1 didn’t ever fuck me. He only used me. For dom #1 I was only good for humiliation and abuse.

I licked his armpit, his feet, his asshole, and his balls. I was not allowed to suck his cock without permission. I prostrated before him, like a bond slave, and begged him to use me however he wishes. I begged him to spank me, flog me with his belt, and used my mouth as his ashtray.

He and I always found the most creative ways to humiliate me. Example: It was my idea that he should use my mouth as an ashtray. He came up with the idea of putting a flesh light in my mouth. When he watched porn, he fucked the flesh light that was stuck inside my mouth.

We often watched porn together and we watched a lot of SM, gangbang, interracial WMAF, mostly amateur ones. And we often came up with ideas and scenes inspired by those porn.

It was my dom #1 who trained me to drink piss.

Like Dostoevsky’s idiot, I initially was repulsed by the idea and of course refused. After the initial refusal, I began to fantasize about it. But no matter how strong the impulse, implementing it in real life made me hesitant.

But my dom was the asbolute gem in obedience training of sluts like me. He was patient, generous, and unique in his abilities to soothe and adopt.

The first time: he mixed his piss into my fruit punch. I couldn’t taste it at all. But I knew that there was his piss in my drink. The lack of smell and taste helped me overcoming my aversion towards drinking piss.

Then, he mixed his piss into the food I ate, and this time in higher concentration. I definitely smelled and tasted his piss, but if I ate my food without complaining, I was rewarded with an orgasm, and if I stopped and gagged, I was slapped. Motivated, and the fact that it was my favorite food, I became used to the taste of piss in my mouth.

The next morning I ate my cereal mixed in his piss and nothing else. By noon time I was sent home with a water bottle filled with his piss and I was told to drink it in small quantities throughout the day.

Once at time I was instructed to drink my own piss by pissing into a cup first.

After a week of training, I was able to drink my dom’s piss directly from his dick without any complaint.

To celebrate my achievement, he took pictures of me drinking his piss . He said one day he would like to have those pictures sent to my family.

Sometimes I would fall asleep and awake in the middle of the night for short snatches, thinking that he has finally done it and I can’t stop rubbing my clit over the excitement of finally becoming a ruined whore.

And during those fitful hours at midnight, I heard the irregular beating of my own heart, and I opened my eyes to settle upon the shifting kaleidoscope of my own dark depravity.

In addition to those pictures of me drinking piss, I have tons of pictures and videos of me sucking cocks, being fucked by different guys, double and triple penetrated, etc. There is a secret stash of my lewd selfies that I keep on my phone and laptop.

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One time we watched an amateur porn where an Asian whore was holding piss enema inside her ass and he decided to try it on me. I laid down in the bathtub, with my feet over my head and then he put a speculum inside my asshole and aimed his piss at my asshole. Piss dripped all over my body, my mouth, my face, my tits, and my hair. Some of it ended up in my rectum, but not all of it. It was good enough. He pulled out the speculum, replaced it with a butt plug and made me hold it in place.

The piss inside my rectum made me feel so dirty, and yet so horny. And when the horniness passed, I felt a sickness inside my stomach thinking about the level of depravity I have stooped to.

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I worship White Men. I exist just to serve White Men. Not just in the sexual sense. I am White Men’s 24/7 slave, domestic, sexual, no-limits, no-bars-hold, no rights, no human dignity, total, complete consummate slave.

White Men are literally my gods.

There is nothing that I wouldn’t do for my White Men and I want White Men to know that they deserve nothing less than total submission and devotion from a yellow slut like me.

I worship the ground White Men walk on. I kiss White Men’s feet, suck their balls, I let White Men use my mouth as a urinal, I eat White Men’s asses in front of all my Asian family members.

I strive to fulfill all the fantasies of White Men no matter how depraved they may be. I bring other Asian girls for White Men to fuck. I give massages to White Men, let them use me as a cock sleeve while they watch porn or look at pictures of other women.

I want White Men to do anything they want to me. I want to give White Men complete access not just to my body, my soul, but also to my bank accounts, my house, my personal data, etc. I want to crawl between White Men’s feet like a bitch in heat. I want to stay at home and cook for them, clean their houses, wash their clothes while they go out and fuck other women and have fun. I will clean White Men’s toilets with my tongue. I will polish their shoes with my mouth.

I want to forever remain an inferior Asian slave and serve my superior, powerful White Masters and deify all the White Men to become gods and turn all the Asian women into their whores just like me, because that’s what White Men deserve.

This is a mantra for Asian sluts that I wrote for my dom at the time. I found it in my diary and I decided to include it here. I love writing manifestos, mantras, and other erotic-philosophical treatises like those above, and when I’m over at my dom’s place, I strip naked, kneel before him, and read those out loud as he videotaped me.

I promised my dom #1 that one day I will give those videos to my son and daughter so they could learn from their mother on how to become a proper Asian slut. My daughter is 21 and currently attending MIT in Massachusetts. I’m very proud of her, and, of course, she only dates white guys.

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I courage my dom#1 to come up with creative ideas to humiliate and torture me, and in some sick and twisted way, I see in my dom#1 qualities which I have been nurturing in my son.

I love the fact that both my dom and my son treat me as if I were a worthless whore and order me to do whatever they were pleased and not caring a thing about what I want. Of course I would never admit it in words to them, but I guess they both knew that I was okay with all this.

One time my dom made me dress like a cheap whore and drove me to that part of town where there were a lot of Asian prostitutes and made me stand on the street corner and pretended that I was one of them.

It was one of those “Chinatowns” in New York City and there was a particular street which was lined with lots and lots of massage parlors and Chinese hookers walked around asking men to go inside. You could easily tell that they were prostitutes. Something about the way they looked at men, the way they stood, the way the dressed.

When I saw those Asian hookers I was immensely humiliated and to become one of them made my heart sink and my pussy tingle. It was one of those things that I’ve always wanted to try, and my dom #1 decided to help me fulfill my sick fantasy.

I use the word “sick” because that is what I was told. I was told by the polite society to hide those “sick” urges because they are not proper, “good”, “normal”, or “healthy,”, but my dom#1, whom I loved as much as I loved my son, never felt that way about me. He was always supportive of me, and told me that there was nothing wrong with pursuing my desires and helped me become the “depraved asian slut” that I always dreamed about.

I was wearing a tight miniskirt, no panties, and a top without a bra and it was in December. He told me to go walk on the street and before I got out of the car he gave me a remote controlled vibrator and told me to stick it inside my pussy and hold it in by squeezing my thighs together. I wore heavy makeup so no one could recognize me.

I knew I looked like another cheap Asian whore on the prowl for cocks and it made me excited. My heart was fluttering with the absurd notion that I could run into an old acquaintance, a former classmate, a friend, or even a family member. I thought that my ex husband might accidentally walk on the same sidewalk, grab me by my shoulders and ask me “Are you really who I think you are?” I even thought about the absurd situation where my son and daughter might accidentally saw me like this.

As I stood on the frosty December wind, at least a few hundred men and women passed by me. Some women sneered at me. Some men completely ignored me. They passed by me as if I was invisible as the air. Then there were men who ogled at me.

Those men stopped in the middle of the street and stared at my tits and ass, leered at me, catcalled me, made gestures to my naked legs and grinned and spoke nasty words.

In those strangely inspired, misshapen adventures, the cosmos of my own sexuality was made the object of my virulent exegesis.

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There are certain desires, confined to the soul, which, as soon as we have allowed them to grow, insist upon being gratified, whatever the consequence may be.

I was surrounded by a dozen men. They first degraded me with nasty remarks. Then they started touching me. One guy touched my shoulder. Seeing that I offered no resistance, another caressed my bare legs. Within a few minutes, another emboldened predator pinched my nipples through my top and then another person from behind me lifted up my skirt, revealing my bare pussy and ass. I was now sandwiched and I had no way to escape. The thought that I was going to be gang banged ran through my mind. I thought they were going to strip me completely naked in the middle of the street, take me by a leash and publicly humiliate me like they did in those ancient times.

Besides being a slut, I’m an avid reader. Right now I’m reading the works of Walter Benjamin, the collected works of Carl Jung, classical erotica written by Anais Nin, etc. I love reading, and when I’m not reading the life and experience of others, being as old as I am now, I want to experience life. I want to live life to the fullest.

My dom watched me from the car. Our eyes met and with my hands I desperately peeled away the crowd and ran toward the car. The vibrator that was stuck inside my pussy fell off and all the men behind me were laughing hysterically. I was humiliated, shocked, horrified. The whole episode left me badly shaken. I had been introduced to a seamy, seedy, tenebrous side of sexual life that I had not known existed before—the excitement of being a real whore. At that moment I became so horny I had trouble standing on my legs, not to mention walking. I would have crawled back with my ass and pussy fully exposed.

Thinking back now, I might have had a mini orgasm as soon as I ran toward the car.

I pulled on the car door but my dom had locked the door and I was holding the vibrator with one hand and banging on the window with the other. After a few minutes of me pitifully begging he finally relented and let me back inside and as soon as I was in the safety of my car I masturbated myself and cummed the most hardest cumming I ever did.

At that moment, with my fingers on my clit and my other hand rubbing my nipples, on the backseat of my dom’s sedan, I felt completely isolated, and with a moat or lacuna or sexual tension all surrounding me I lost myself in an island of bliss. I was then a woman without a past or a future. I lived in a single moment of being, in bliss, in ecstasy, in pure freedom.

Outside the car window the men had followed me and were watching me. They stared and hollered and growled and yet their existence became to me mere reduction s disconnected, incoherent flux of spatial phases and temporal aberrations.

My dom drove me off and as we drove off the men behind the car became distant shadows.

After I went home, I masturbated myself several more times recollecting all that had happened. And then, I got on my knees, crawled to my dom, thanked him, and rubbed my pussy against his legs until I cummed again. I have never felt happier and I had never experienced so much sexual freedom as I was enjoying then.

“A book has gone the rounds of the pension. When it came her turn to read it, she did so with profound astonishment. She felt moved to read the book in secret and solitude, though none of the others had done so—to hide it from view at the sound of approaching foot steps.” – Kate Chopin, the Awakening

And this is how I’m as I read everything that I have written—as if they were the samizdat literature in the Soviet union; with flushed cheeks and burning shame, I secretly browse through those lustful words which cut and slice through my soul with an indescribable oppression arising out of the most unfamiliar part of my consciousness or unconsciousness, of innermost Jungian archetypes of deepest repose and entia or ens realissimum of most mysterious refreshment …

Confession of a slutty Asian mother:

I

I have been drinking my son’s cum.

I’m a single mother living with my 18 year old son. I’ve been very sexually frustrated after my divorce and I frequently masturbated myself with a dildo inside my room and I knew my son could hear my moans as I masturbated.

How it all started:

A few months ago when I went to clean his room I noticed one of my panties was under his desk and it was covered in dried cum. I picked it up and put it under my nose and smelled it. The smell was intoxicating to me. I didn’t say anything to him about my discovery and continued to let him have the freedom to cum on my panties. Sometimes I intentionally wore the panties with my son’s fresh cum on them. It turned me on like crazy and I would have the most powerful orgasm later when I fucked myself, knowing that I’ve been wearing cum-laden panties.

Because of my free rein on my son’s behavior, he has seemingly become more emboldened. He not only cummed in my panties, but also on my bras, my dress, my skirt, etc. As always, I pretended not to notice and simply wore whatever piece of clothing that had his dried cum on them and washed the cum off later. It seriously turned me on knowing that I’ve been wearing clothing with my son’s cum on them.

How it escalated:

One morning, my son told me he made coffee and carried a cup to me directly. It was unusual for him to make coffee and as I drank it, he stared at me with the most strange excitement. I stared back at him

cluelessly and when I tasted a trace of his cum in my coffee, I shuddered and everything became clear to me. But once again I pretended not to know what he was doing.

Later that evening he carried a glass of milk to my room and told me it’s good to have milk before sleep. I could see the wild excitement on his face as I drank his milk. He asked me how does his milk taste, and, collecting myself and keeping my composure and acting like I was completely oblivious, I told him that his milk tasted very sweet and mommy loved it.

I don’t know if it’s my pretending to not to know or what but he’s been getting more and more flagrant. When he made coffee in the morning, he’d ask me if my coffee tasted different and I said no. Then the next day he carried my coffee cup into the bathroom and came out and I could clearly see white gluey cum in my coffee and he even told me that he added his special sweetener in my coffee just for me because “I love you, mom.”

I drank his cum laced coffee as usual and patted on his head and I said that he’s a good boy. Inside though, I started to shake and wonder whether at some point he’s going to want to deposit his cum inside me directly.

My son cums on my dildo.

The other day I as usual came back from work and while my son was still in school (he goes to college and it’s ten minutes from where we live) and I thought I’d spend a little me time and so I took out my dildo and was about to fuck myself with it but before I did it I realized my dildo was covered in some sort of goo. It was semi-transparent and a little milky. I always washed my dildo after each use and so maybe I forgot to wash them? Sometimes I also put KY jelly on it and so maybe it was KY jelly and I didn’t think too much about it and brought it to the sink and washed it off with soap water.

But the more I thought about it, the more confused I was. There was still a tiny residue of the same goo in the plastic container which I used to keep my dildo. I used my finger and swiped a little bit of it and brought it to my nose. It didn’t smell anything. Then I touched it with my tongue. It had a sweet-bitter taste and at that point a sudden flash came to my mind and I realized it was my son’s cum.

My son had cummed on my dildo, the same dildo that I have been sticking inside my mouth and my vagina. My stomach knotted and my head felt heavy. My heart was palpitating. I wondered if it was the first time he’s done it. And yet just after a few seconds after the initial confusion, shock, and terror, I was flushed from head to toe with a rush of horniness. Oh god my son wants me to masturbate with his cum. The thought made me so horny my face was contorted in agony and without consciously making any decision my hands started rubbing my nipples which were hard like rocks and then I scooped up the rest of the cum and put it in my mouth and I licked it hungrily, like a shameless slut.

I couldn’t wait anymore. I rushed to strip off my jeans and panties and stuck the dildo in my vagina. OMG my son wants me to masturbate with my dildo that is stained with his cum. I felt bad that I had washed off his cum instead of licking them cleaning. And yet I felt scared knowing that at any point I could have been accidentally sticking my son’s cum inside my pussy. All this was making me really confused and yet so horny after just a few thrusts with my dildo I ended up having a really nice orgasm from fucking myself.

I decided from then on when I masturbated at night, I could leave the door to my bedroom slightly open so that my son could see me masturbating if he wishes. Instead of just hearing it.

II

My son has been filming me masturbate and sharing those videos of me with his classmates

I’m a single mother living with my 18 year old son. I’ve been very sexually frustrated after my divorce and I frequently masturbated myself with a dildo inside my room and I knew my son could hear my moans as I masturbated.

My son is a virgin, and I understand at his age, he is equally sexually frustrated and I have not been stopping him when he wanted to explore his sexuality with me. In addition to letting him cum on my stuffs such as my panties, dildo, food and drinks, I have been letting him touch all over me, such as fondling my breasts, slapping my ass, etc. This could happen at any time. When I’m cooking, he would hug me from behind and start to massage my breasts. Or when I’m taking a shower, he would barge in and slap my ass. At some time he even tried to play with my pussy and I stopped him, fearing it getting too out of hand.

I also started to masturbate with the door to my bed room open so he could see me. I feel, as a growing boy, he shouldn’t feel any mystery about women. He is curious about females, and I make sure to satisfy all his curiosity.

What I didn’t know is that he has been taking pictures and videos of me naked, including when I masturbated, and sharing them with his classmates in college. Lots of those pictures included very out of focus shots of my nipples, ass, and vagina. In some of the videos you could clearly hear me moaning and my vibrator buzzing, but because it’s dark, you can hardly see what I was doing. Nonetheless, being horny 18 to 19 year olds, all his classmates have been calling me “slut”, “whore”, “cum dump”, and, most importantly, “A fucking sexy MILF”. My son even told them that I’ve been masturbating nearly every night and he’s been cumming inside my coffee and milk for me to drink.

In that chat messages, they are all suggesting to my son that they wanted to fuck me, and that he should been sharing his “slutty mother with everyone”. My son had also shared normal pictures of me with them, with my face fully exposed, and they all complimented, in their teenage ways, about how “fucking hot” I am, and how desperate they all are to fuck me.

I cannot tell you just how turned on I am when I saw those messages and then at what they further discussed as their plan for me. My son had asked them all to come to our house this weekend “to hang out and greet my sexy Asian mother” and then, “she has a water bottle that she brings to work with her. If you guys want, you can all masturbate inside her water bottle, and let her drink your cum.”

Initially when I saw this, I felt he is going too far. I wanted to tell him that he shouldn’t be objectifying women just this. He definitely shouldn’t be pimping his mother out to strangers, and yet the more I thought about how I was being objectified, treated like a sex toy by those horny boys, the more turned on I was and I even woke up in the middle of the night one day fingering my pussy and playing with my nipples. My naked body was convulsing with fear, excitement, and the strangest sexual satisfaction I ever had as I rubbed my clit to an orgasm thinking about the fact that very soon, I will not just be drinking my son’s cum, but also about lots of other boys’ virile cum.

I wonder what their cum would taste like, whether theirs will be just as sweet as my son’s cum. Of all the men that I’ve been with before, I have never swallowed their cum, because they felt bitter and I felt disgusted, and my son had changed all this. His cum was so sweet and I couldn’t stop drinking his cum. My son is about to turn me into a cum guzzling slut and there is nothing I can do to stop him. I just hope they don’t eventually decide to gang bang me at some point.

I played strip poker with my son and then it turned into very sexualized truth or dare.

On Friday evening, my son said he wanted to teach me how to play poker and I jumped at the opportunity, thinking it was a great way to bond with my son. It turned out that my son wanted to add some excitement to the game and wanted to play strip poker.

Being a novice, I quickly lost all my clothes and was sitting there in my bra and panties and blushing as my son talked about how all the guys at his college liked Asian girls and how they all tell him that he is lucky to have a hot Asian mother.

After another round I lost again and I had to take off my bra and sat there with my bare breasts. I didn’t think it was a big deal after all since he is my son and I felt no shame in baring myself in front of him.

Then after another round I lost again and I had to remove my panties, but that meant that was my last piece of clothing and so I had to stop playing, but my son said that he wanted to continue, and if I lose again, he will have to attach clothespins to my body as punishment.

Initially he put clothespins on my arms and thighs, but pretty soon they were covered with clothespins and so he started to put them on my toes. But eventually all my toes were covered with clothespins too and I had no choice but to allow my son to put clothespins on my chest. If you lose again mom, I’m going to clamp your nipples. And lose I did. I sat there covered with clothespins from head to toe and I begged my son to stop. “mommy can’t take any more punishment”. Especially with the clothespins on my nipples. Those made me so sensitive and I felt my pussy was tingling and getting wet as well.

He took off all the clothespins on my body but he was having too much fun to stop and he said he wanted to play truth or dare if I lost again.

For truth, my son asked me very intimate, sexual questions such as, “how many cocks have you sucked on before you married my dad?” “Do you spit or swallow?” “How often have you been masturbating after divorce?” “Do you have wet dreams? And what kind of content are in your wet dreams?”

And I answered all his questions as truthfully as I can. “I have three boyfriends before I married your dad.” “I don’t swallow.” “I masturbate nearly before I go to bed. Mommy is a still young and has a lot of need.” “I often fantasized of having sex with men.”

He followed by commenting if they were white cocks or blacks cock, what was the biggest cock that I’ve ever fucked, if I can deepthroat, and why I never learned to swallow. I was incredibly humiliated and yet turned on at the same time, especially given that I was sitting there completely naked. He even told me, “Good girls always swallow, did you know that, mom? Someone should teach you how to swallow cum, don’t you agree?” My face was literally hot to the touch at his comment and the smirk on his face.

My son spanked my ass until I had an orgasm:

The dare part was equally sexual. He dared me to let him spank me. Even though I didn’t admit it, but I was nearly having a micro orgasm when he spanked me. I know I was flirting with crossing the ethical boundary but I was so horny and happy my mind was literally being fried. At the end of the night he dared me to be hogtied. My son used some cable to tie my hands and feet together and he pretended to be a cowboy and I was his hog. But when he tried to put clothespins on my clit, I refused. While I’m comfortable with my son playing with my breasts, I felt weird letting my son touch my clit.

By then was 4 AM and my son felt asleep with his head buried in my breasts. Right before the onset of sleep my son casually said that on Saturday evening he’s going to invite some friends from college over and play strip poker with me. “All my friends want to meet my sexy mother.” That was his original words.

My heart palpitated at those words and I wanted to know further details about what they wanted to do, but he was already dozing off to sleep. I wanted to tell him no, I don’t want to play strip poker with your friends. I don’t want to be naked in front of strangers, but he was already asleep. The more I thought about it, the more excited I was. I felt an inner sweetness, a vitality flowing through my entire body, knowing that despite of being 40, I’m still so valued as a woman and for my sexiness. Perhaps it’s good that he had fallen asleep and I didn’t have a chance to tell him no. Because deep inside, I think I know, that I actually wanted this.

Things escalated quickly after my son brought me a dog collar and a leash for my birthday.

All the things that were happening made my head dizzy. I wondered how I had come to this point. I wondered where did it all start, how it started, and why it started. My son had fallen asleep in my breasts, and yet I remained fully awake at 4 AM, the thoughts that a few 18 to 19 year old college boys would be coming soon to my home, and perhaps play strip poker with me, or perhaps find other ways to sexually humiliate me.

I started to recollect, on my last birthday—after my divorce. I know I should have declined. I know I should have, instead of following in obedience to my contradictory impulses and immoral desires which impelled me, refused.

My son had brought me a dog collar and a leash and wished me a happy birthday. We didn’t even have a pet dog and I thought that maybe he meant that he would like a dog, but then he said that he brought those for me. He said ever since dad left us, I’ve been very lonely and he knows how sexually frustrated I am, and he also said that “dad said when you were with him, you liked wearing dog collar and leash during sex.”

At the time I was horrified and vehemently denied those allegations from my ex husband and I acted like I was extremely offended and told him that a good boy shouldn’t be thinking about those dirty thoughts about women, and especially so because I was his mother. I berated him the whole day and told him to never speak like that to me ever again.

Nonetheless, I was incredibly turned on (my pussy has literally been on fire every day since) and I actually started to masturbate wearing the dog collar and the leash that my son had brought for me. The fact that my son brought those for me made it even hotter. I wore the dog collar and leash to sleep every night. I also started to leave my bed room door fully open at night so my son could see that I’ve been using his gift when I masturbated. Also, my son can now come to my bedroom in the middle of the night if he wished.

A certain light was becoming to dawn dimply with me—a light which, showing and paving the way to depravity, was forbidden.

One day, after I’ve done my pre-sleep ritual and was about to dose off to sleep, I felt a pair of hands on my breasts, and the hands were so soft and so gentle they felt so good on my body I continued to pretend to be asleep and let him fondle my breasts, and I cooperated by moaning nicely for him. Then I felt his fingers inside my pussy and almost instantly I was hit with an orgasm. I moaned really loud and almost screamed and then the fingers were gone.

The next day my son asked if I slept well last night because he heard me screaming in the middle of the night, all the while grinning at me. I was blushing really heavily and I told him that I dreamed of his father last night, and then he said, “I miss him too. I wish he could come to visit us again.”

It then became an unsaid pact between my son and me from that day on. Whenever I went to sleep, I could strip completely naked, put on his dog collar and leash and pretend to be asleep. Then my son would sneak in and masturbate me. Sometimes he used his fingers. Sometimes he used my dildos. And for some reason that is still very unclear to me, he has such amazing capabilities that nearly as soon as he touches me, I’m already on the verge of orgasm, and he has been able to masturbate me to multiple orgasms on several occasions.

After a week, I started wearing my son’s dog collar and leash around the house and walked in front of him fully naked.

Even when I go outside for grocery shopping, I wear the dog collar and leash. As long as I’m with my son, I wear them, to show that he is my owner and I belong to him as his “bitch in heat,” as my son liked to call me. This has increased the bond between us as we frequently went lingerie shopping together, as well as to adult toys stores where he picks out dildos and other sex toys for me to try on.

Before you call me crazy, I have to tell you I do draw the line at actual sex with my son. I’m very clear on that. He is allowed to touch my breasts, play with my pussy, fuck me with a dildo, but he is not allowed to ever stick his penis inside my pussy.

Maybe it’s precisely because of the strictly “platonic” friendship that I have with my son (platonic in the sense if I can be intimate with him, I will never allow him to actually have sex with me) he finds other ways to satisfy his cravings for the female sex. The other day, for instance, while we were shopping he said that I’d look so much sexier if I took off my bra and panties. I told him mommy is a very respectable lady and doesn’t do that in public. “Then how come daddy always calls you a slut.” I said “because mommy is only a slut for her man. She doesn’t act slutty in front of strangers.” And he asked if he were my man, and I said, “of course honey, you are my man. You are the love of my love.”

“And if I want you to be slutty, you will, right mommy?” To which question I remained silent.

I didn’t know how to respond to it. I averted my eyes and walked in silence. My relationship with my son is seriously wrong, and yet I can’t stop. I wonder if I’m a bad mom. My son doesn’t get any sex from school, and he says he is very frustrated sexually and being the only female around him, I feel it’s necessary for me to provide him as much as I could. I don’t know. My mind is a mess right now.

The beginning of a new world is necessarily, messy, vague, chaotic and exceedingly disturbing.

III

My son is turning me into an exhibitionist slut.

I’m a single mother living with my 18 year old son. I’ve been very sexually frustrated after my divorce and I frequently masturbated myself with a dildo inside my room and I knew my son could hear my moans as I masturbated.

On Saturday evening my son invited a few friends from his college to come and hang out at our place. They were all very cordial and invited me to sit with them. I put on my nicest clothes, a tight mini skirt and a very low cut blouse and showed off all my best asset. I suppose my slutty dress made it very obvious to them that I was very sexually aroused.

Being college aged boys, it was natural when the conversation turned to girls. They all bitterly complained about “how stuck up the girls are at school”, how “none of them are willing to fuck”, and then my son chimed in and said what about “dating older chicks”, and I don’t know if it was the alcohol in the punch or what, my son started saying how “sexually frustrated my mother is” and how “she masturbates nearly every night.”

My face was blushing red all the way to my neck and I tried to explain that mommy has her needs after daddy left us. “It’s very normal for a woman approaching her 40s.” And I can’t deny that I was incredibly turned on at that point, being talked to by a few young men like I was some sort of a sex toy. My nipples were poking holes and I felt my thighs tighten and my pussy getting wet. I really wanted to pee and excused myself to use the bathroom. That was when my son said, “why use the bathroom to pee? Show us how you pee right here.”

I was horrified and then the other boys said, “Yeah. I have never seen a girl pee. Please show us miss.” Another one said, “Please miss. It will be a great education for us.”

I don’t know what has gotten me. I was persuaded! I used the champagne glass on the kitchen counter, placed it on the floor. I squatted down on the floor, hitched my skirt up to my waist and pissed into the champagne glass. The gold liquid looked like beer.

Then I stood up and held the champagne glass full of my own piss and my skirt was still hitched to my waist and I was so embarrassed and turned on at the same time and it was at this point that my son walked over to me, slapped my bare ass from behind and told me to “drink it up slut.” I shook my head and begged him “Please don’t make me do it here. And please don’t call me a slut. You are humiliating me.” All the boys watched me and my son with their mouths open and jaws dropped. Then my son told me to go to my room and wait for him to punish me. I couldn’t believe this was happening and yet I was so horny as soon as I was in my room I started to masturbate myself and I had the most intense orgasm I’ve ever known in my entire life. The shame, the humiliation, the degradation were washing all over me. I was so loud I was pretty sure that my son and his friends heard me and I even faintly heard one of the guys saying, “Wow, your mom is such a slut. Can we fuck her?” “Don’t be a dick head.” “You are so lucky to have a slut for a mother.”

When I heard this, I really wanted to shout back, if I had my son’s permission, I’d totally do it, but I was too scared and I just cowered in my bed and touched myself and tears were running down both ends of me. The glass full of my own piss was still sitting on the night stand. My pussy was crying, and for some reason, all the emotions made my eyes moist, though the tears were not of sorrow, but of immense happiness, an indescribable supreme happiness that I never knew I was capable of.

Later that night after all his friends left, my son came to my room, made me put on his collar and leash and whipped my bare ass with a belt until I was a crying, sobbing mess. He said he wanted to fuck me, but I said no, because he is my son, and this is my red line. I cannot have sex with my own son. Then he said he wanted all his friends to gang bang me. I didn’t say anything. A very evil smile came over his face when he didn’t hear me say anything and he continued, “but before I do that, I need to make you a piss whore. I need to train you to drink your own piss. And then you are going to perform in front of my friends. I’m going to take you to bars and you are going to piss in front of a crowd, then drink your own piss.”

As he was saying all of this, he was twisting my clit and I exploded in another orgasm. I couldn’t believe that I have been turned into a sex slave by my own son and yet I couldn’t stop having orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

Later that evening, completely naked, kneeling on the floor, I drank my own piss from the champaigne glass, and my son snatched a picture of me doing that. He then sent the picture of all his friends with the caption, I Made My My Slutty Asian Mother Drink Her Own Piss.

IV

My son gave me a huge dildo covered with spikes as a present and wanted me to masturbate for him.

I’m a single mother living with my 18 year old son. I’ve been very sexually frustrated after my divorce and I frequently masturbated myself with a dildo inside my room and I knew my son could hear my moans as I masturbated.

My son said he brought it with his own money which he made working part time at the college gym. Not only that, but this was actually supposed to be an anal dildo. I was so disgusted. How could you do this to your own mother! I almost wanted to shout at him, but then I lowered my head in shame and accepted what it already is. I’ve been drinking my son’s cum nearly everyday now. I’ve been letting my son touching every part of my body, my breasts, my ass, and just yesterday I let my son play with my pussy; which previously I had told myself that that was my hard limit, and yet I relented. My son spanked me to orgasm. I wear a dog collar and a leash around the house. I even drank my own piss in front of my son and let him take pictures for his friends to look at. I’m no longer standing on any moral ground to lecture him anymore. In fact, my son has stopped calling me “mom” a long time ago. He addresses me as “slut”, which is actually the least degrading nickname he has given me. He has called me “cum dump”, “slut slave”, “whore”, “cum pig”, etc.

The voice of the inner slut inside me spoke to my soul and her voice was sensuous, enticing, and it enveloped me in its soft, close embrace/

I slid my panties down to my ankles and put the dildo to my pussy. It was so huge, so much bigger than the dildo I used to. My son’s eyes were big and round and were staring at me lasciviously. I told him it’s too big and he said, I haven’t even tried. I pushed the tip of it in, and the first spike was touching my vaginal opening. My son told me to“Try harder, slut!” I pushed it in more and a few spikes disappeared into my pussy. It felt painful.

Then my son shouted, “Let me help you.” He grabbed hold of it, shoved it in roughly and I almost cried. I begged him to be gentle and I said I will try my best. Slowly, I guided the rest of the dildo inside my vagina. It was splitting me apart and my pussy was on fire. Then the vibration started. I was in a trance. It felt nice, I won’t deny. Then I heard the click of the iphone. Pictures were taken. My son grinned and said, next time, this dildo is going into my ass. And afterward, looking at my stretched out pussy, he remarked, “Your pussy is gaped beyond recognition,” treating me as if I was his personal property which had suffered some damage.

I don’t know how, but I have become the slut slave of my own son.

V

My son took me to a BDSM club.

I’m a single mother living with my 18 year old son. I’ve been very sexually frustrated after my divorce and I frequently masturbated myself with a dildo inside my room and I knew my son could hear my moans as I masturbated.

A lot of people ask me if I’m so horny all the time, why didn’t I just get a boyfriend? I have often wondered it myself. But the thing is, because of my son, I actually can’t. My son forbade me to have a boyfriend. He has repeatedly told me that my body belonged to him, and no one else is allowed to touch me, become intimate with me, or share my love without his permission. He knows, of course, that I get very sexually frustrated as a single mother. The only way I coped with my excess of sexual energy was through masturbation and drinking my son’s cum. Perhaps it is the masochist instinct inside me. In addition to making me drink his cum, my son has found many other ways to humiliate me and degrade me, which turned me on immensely, and all of which made me feel loved and cherished.

Being forbidden by my son to have sexual intercourse with other men has had a deleterious effect on my psychology and eventually made me into what I could not fully understand myself either.

And in exchange, I forbid my son to tell anyone else about what he has seen or what he has done to his own mother. I told him that mommy would die of shame if he told anyone else.

To a large extent this is my own fault. It’s my fault for being a slut. Whenever my son and I went outside, I always loved dressing really slutty (tight mini skirt without panties, collar necklace and braless romper) and I loved the fact that men were lavishing attention on me. A lot of men flirted with me and I always flirted back.

One time, before this whole debacle started, a guy mistook me for my son’s girlfriend. We were eating in a restaurant and a guy came over and he asked my son “So how did you meet your gorgeous girlfriend?” My son was mortified at the time. He was ashamed me. But I was really flattered. We talked and I gave the guy my number and later that night I ended up having one night stand with him. When I went home later my son was furious with me. He told me he is the man of the house and he has control over me and if I have sex with other men, I must inform him. I felt bad for my son and I tried my best to be a better mother.

Over the next several years he interrogated me about the man. How did you have sex with him? Orally? Vaginally? Anally? Did you wear condom? How big was his cock?

I promised my son afterward that I would never fuck a man without his consent.

But I was constantly horny … started to watch a lot of porn, especially SM porn, to get myself. Initially I tried sneaking around in the middle of the night watching porn but my son had caught me doing that on numerous occasions. I was extremely embarrassed, but after the initial embarrassment, I felt, instead of hiding and suppressing my desires, I might as well let my son might join me. I know he watched porn on his computer in his room. Of course he did. He’s 18. As an older, maturer woman, I need to give guidance to my son on sex. I told him about female desires, consent, differences between male and female sexuality, SM, etc. I told my son not allowing mommy to have sex with men is very cruel. Mommy is a biological female and she needs a man’s cock to make herself feel good. I also told him that some women are born masochists and derive immense pleasure from being beaten, humiliated, spanked, etc.

My son was very interested in BDSM and I felt it was a great way to bond and release my sexual energy because BDSM didn’t have to involve sex, so when my son suggested taking me to a BDSM club, I thought it might be a good opportunity for a sex education.

But it would be way too weird to let people know that we are related, so we decided that at the event, if anyone asks, I’m his girlfriend and he’s my boyfriend. And he is my dom and I’m his submissive. I actually felt really proud knowing that at the age of 40, I can still pass as a 20 year old.

I put on my sexiest clothes/makeup: my fuck me high heels, black mini skirt, a low cut blouse. My son wore a suit and a tie and he looked so adorable. We went to the event and as soon as I walked in, a lot of men were staring at me. My son wrapped his arm around mine and I was super excited.

As we walked around and saw the activities (mostly of females being spanked, flogged, and punished) I told my son about the female needs and how normal it is. It’s not like mommy is very kinky or perverted, I whispered.

I was accosted by a handsome young man who introduced himself as a professional dom. “I gave obedience training to slaves,” he said, with the permission of my master, he would like to give us a presentation, with me being the subject.

I looked over at my son and asked for his permission. He nodded and I was elated.

The young man led me to his set. As soon as I stood on the stage, a lot of horny guys gathered around to watch me. My blouse was lifted and my breasts were exposed. Then my panties were pulled down over my knees. He attached two big, steel alligator clamps to my nipples, then two more alligator clamps to my pussy lips. My hands were tied to the two sides of some bars. Then I was asked a series of very embarrassing questions: Are you an obedient slut? Do you let your master fuck you in the ass? Do you suck his cock and swallow his cum whenever he demands. I shook my head at each question and the guy lifted my skirt from behind and spanked me after each time I answered no. I was in a hot mess, and it got even worse. Another clamp was put on my nose. In order to breathe, I had to stick out my tongue, and when my mouth opened, a big clamp was put on my tongue. Unable to draw my tongue back, I was drooling like a dog.

Then the electricity started. I felt voltage going across my entire body from my tongue, my nipples, and my pussy lips to my heart. It was painful and very scary. I squirmed and screamed and had a mini orgasm each time the electricity was started. This lasted for an entire hour, and I was asked if from now on, I will be an obedient slut to my master and I nodded vehemently to avoid being punished again. At one point my son was asked to come to administer the punishment to me, and I shook my head like crazy and I almost wanted to tell them that he is not my dom. He is actually my son.

The young man even told my son that if he wishes, he can have train his slave trained for free. They exchanged numbers. I was released from my ordeal and we continued to walk around the club.

I was thoroughly humiliated and I know this was so wrong but I couldn’t control my horniness. I walked meekly behind my son, with my head lowered submissively.

We came to another set and this was a wooden pony with a dildo on its seat. I asked my son if I had his permission to ride it, like I was a school girl asking her daddy’s permission. My son nodded and I got on the horse. I was stripped completely naked. All my clothes, including my shoes, were handed over to my son. Two muscular guys tied my arms behind my back and lifted me onto the horse. The dildo was inserted into my vagina, and my feet and ankles were strapped to some device to hold me in position. Then slowly the horse started moving and I felt the dildo was vibrating and going in and out of my vagina. After a few seconds it went at full speed. I was moaning and then screaming in pleasure. All the guys watched and clapped as I cried out in pleasure.

After the ride, I was now completely naked with my hands tied behind my back and my son tugged on my collar and leash and continued walking. He carried my clothes and soon we were at the exit. The door was opened and I was pushed completely naked into the parking lot. It was dark and no one saw me except for the few guys from the club. A man greeted my son and asked him how old he was. He said he’s 18 and then he asked how old is his slave, meaning me, and he answered for me. She’s 40. The guy said, damn, old cow slut and whistled at me. “She’d probably be old enough to be your mom. I guess she likes young cock?” Then my son said he doesn’t fuck me. “She’s just my slave.”

I was in a trance from all the sexual excitement that was happening.

Once we were at home, I thought we needed to discuss some boundaries. My son told me that I can fuck other men, but only the men that he approves. He will be my pimp and determine which men can fuck me. But he must be present at all times. That is, he gets to watch when I’m being fucked. In addition, no men is not allowed to fuck me vaginally. They are allowed to fuck me anally, orally, and they can even cum inside me, but my vagina must never be allowed to have another man’s cock inside there. He told me a mother’s vagina is a holy place, it’s the place where he came from, and I must never be allowed to desecrate the holy site, not even myself.

And with that said, he continued, that I’m no longer allowed to masturbate myself vaginally either. I can only stick my dildo inside my ass or my mouth.

I’m not allowed to touch my own clit either. Only my son is allowed to touch it.

VI

My son is seriously considering pimping me out to other men for sex.

I’m a single mother living with my 18 yo son. I’ve been very sexually frustrated after my divorce and I frequently masturbated myself with a dildo inside my room and I knew my son could hear my moans as I masturbated.

This is the conversation I saw on my son’s phone with a few of his classmates.

Guy #1: Dude, your mom is such a slut. It’s a shame you are not letting other guys fucking her.

My son: Well, her pussy belongs to me.

Guy #1: You can at least let some of us fuck her anally and orally. Just tape her pussy shut with a duct tape.

Guy #2: I’ll pay u 1000 dollars if you let me fuck your mom in the ass.

Guy #3: I’ll pay if you just let her give me a strip tease, or even just touching her boobs.

My son: Let me think about it. I have to get her consent as well.

Guy#1: she lets you cum in her coffee and she drank her own piss the other day. She’s a slut. She will do anything.

Guy#4: Can you take another pic of her pussy please! OMG, I want your mom so bad.

My son: Well, I want to actually watch her being fucked too, but it feels so weird to be in the same room when she gets fucked by other guys.

Guy #1: You can install a double mirror inside her bed room, so when she gets fucked, you can watch her from the other room, and she won’t even know.

…

The conversation went on and on. As I read those naughty, degrading comments about me, both my clit and heart were throbbing with excitement and my whole body was burning with lust. I actually wanted to tell my son, yes, mommy is totally okay with being pimped out to other men. Mommy will do anything for you. And at the same time I’m also scared. I’m scared that things may go too out of hand. I desperately wanted to rub my clit and I also knew I was no longer allowed to. I have to wait for my son to rub my clit and touch my pussy. Every day so far my life is now completely consumed by lust. I can’t think of anything else.

Every night before sleep, I lay completely naked in my bed, and wait for my son. He comes in, casually crouches between my crotch and flicks my clit with his finger, and he says how disgusted he is with me, how ashamed he is to have a mother who is constantly horny and wants to get fucked. “I might as well make you fuck other men for money, you old cow. What do you think?” I remained silent, unable to speak, as one orgasm after another builds up inside my body. Energy flowed through my entire body from head to toe. My toes curled, and my head tilted backward in bliss.

Just as he stretched and twisted my pussy lips, he very casually told me that tomorrow a guy is coming over to fuck me. He’s only going to fuck me anally, and I better be prepared, so “no food the whole day tomorrow, and give yourself an enema before he comes. I don’t want a mess. Also, I’m going to tape your pussy shut with some duct tape so he doesn’t cum inside your cunt.”

My heart literally jumped to my throat at those words, and yet I couldn’t even start to describe how turned on by all this, by the way I was talked down to like I was a pet, a fuck toy, a slut. My mouth became dry and my hands trembled and yet my nipples were hard like little marbles and my pussy was tightening and convulsing and ready to suck his fingers into me.

But he wasn’t done. He said he want me to start learning stripteasing and wants me to enroll in some classes. Afterward, he said, he wants me to perform professionally in a strip club. “There’s this all nude strip club on the outskirt of town. I want to see you go up on that stage and show your pussy to all the horny men out there and make a few bucks. Instead of just leeching off my dad’s alimony.”

I told my son: “But mommy is old. Not a lot of men are interested in an old woman like me.”

My son said, “Don’t worry. All my classmates said if you perform there, they will go there every time you work and tip you. They all want lap dances from you. They think you are really hot and slutty.”

The whole night I couldn’t sleep. Images, wild images, thoughts, crazy thoughts keep on floating before my mind. What has become of me? Am I unfortunate? Am I crazy? Or am I extremely lucky? My whole life I have never been as turned on as I am now. My whole life, I have realized, I have never even come to realize how amazing sex can be until this point. My son changed me. And I seriously couldn’t wait to let my son explore more of my sexuality. Take control of me. Slut me out. And enslave me.

My son: “Dude, I’m telling you. My mom is an insatiable cum slut. She’s desperate for cocks. I told her I’m going to pimp her out and she got super excited. Her pussy got really wet. I’m really going to do it.”

Guy #1: “You are going to be rich pimping your mom out. She’s hot as fuck and she’s going to make you a fortune. You are the luckiest bastard on earth, I’m tellin’yo man.”

My son: “I want to parade her naked around the town, with bells tied to her tits and pussy and let everyone know what a slut she is.”

Guy #2: “Do it! I’m serious. You can do it during the pride parade. Those guys are kinky as hell and you can get away with anything. Seriously.”

My son: “I think I will.”

It started after my son filled my squirting dildo full of hot sauce. …

It’s actually quite difficult for me to write all this, to re-live through what I have suffered. And by publicizing all this for the world to see I’m shamelessly admitting that I actually enjoyed what happened to me. Until just now I have tried to steer clear of even thinking about it. I’m still very ashamed of myself … maybe it helps writing them down, and even if not … at the very least … men will be turned on by what I write, and I love the idea of exposing myself for being the depraved Asian slut that I’ve been my entire life.

Ever since my husband and I divorced, I’ve been very sexually frustrated. My Asian pussy ached for penetration and abuse from big white cocks and so once again I started meeting men for sex. And even when I was not meeting them for sex, I put on masturbation shows online for men on webcam to show them how horny and slutty I was.

On several occasions my son—who was now 19 years old, currently attending college—walked in on me as I was fucking myself with my squirting dildo. Unlike traditional Asian mothers, I was very sex-positive and did not mind my son watching me masturbate. So, I let him watch. I also walked around the house naked to show him what a real Asian woman looked like. But I did tell him to stop barging in like that. I told him, if you want to see mommy masturbate for all the white men, you need to let me know before hand. And he was free to masturbate himself as he watched me. But he was not allowed to touch me.

Sometimes I feel sad for my son, because, despite of being only half Asian, he inherited that half of the Asian genes down below. His penis is only three inches when fully erect and his testicles are very small and as a consequence, when he cums, he only dribbles. All the white men I’ve been with are way bigger and cum in far more copious amount.

But what I didn’t expect was, while he had inherited the physical characteristics of an Asian penis, he is also without the honest and radiant personality of a happy white man and his mind is deviant like an oriental.

One night I was fucking myself with my dildo for several men who paid to watch me online, and I was near climax and I squeezed on the little bulb attached to the dildo to simulate a cock cumming inside me. I noticed something was wrong because I felt a stinging sensation, and slowly, the sensation morphed into scalding pain deep inside my vagina and it was radiating outward wherever the liquid touched. I pulled the dildo out and saw blood-colored goo on its tip. My mind was in a daze with shock and horror. A moment later, I heard a familiar voice: “How’s that hot sauce in your Asian pussy, you filthy whore! This is to teach you a lesson for being a slut, mom!”

The horror of all that was happening overwhelmed me. I was screaming and shaking. I fell off my chair and rubbed my vagina to squeeze the burning liquid out. I crawled to the bathroom and stuck the shower handle directly into my pussy. I was not just crying. I was wailing. I couldn’t believe my son could do such a thing to me, despite of all the love I showered him. I started cursing—I rarely cursed—and I shouted. I was furious, and also scared.

My son had barged into into the bathroom I was cowering in and I screamed for him to go away. My son screamed back, “I’m trying to help you mom!” He pulled my legs up by my ankles and shoved a few ice cubes into my pussy and then massaged my vagina. Then tapped it. Then spanked it. The ice was stinging me from inside my vagina like wasp stings. “Does that feel better now, mother?” I almost fainted from the pain. Then he connected a rubber hose to the faucet, stuck one end into my pussy and filled it with water. There was water everywhere. Hot sauce, ice cubes, and now ice cold water. I couldn’t believe that my very own son, my flesh and blood, was torturing my pussy like a sadist, and I orgasmed as I screamed, “Please stop!”

“Do you regret being a slut now, mom?” My son slapped my face as he said it. I was a blubbering mess and I nodded, fearful of what my son might do next. “My dad is no longer in the house, and I’m the man, and that means you listen to me. From now on, you are my slut, and you are only allowed to fuck yourself when I tell you. I’m going to let you fuck other men. My dad and I both know you are a g**k slut for white cocks, but only with my permission. You will fuck and suck whomever I tell you to fuck and when I tell you to fuck them. Or else I’m going to find more ways to punish you.”

I couldn’t believe my son was now taking charge of my sexuality and even though I knew what he was doing was wrong—so terribly wrong, I also believed what he was doing was good for me, in a twisted way. I need a man’s protection—a white man’s protection, and my son—being half Asian and half white—was just the man who can protect me and keep me safe. Culturally, he is sensitive to my needs as an Asian woman, and physically, he is powerful and strong like a white man. I obeyed him instinctively.

The beginning of my ordeal … my wanton enjoyment of being a shameless Asian slut with the permission from my son.

For an entire month, my son gave me what he called the “Asian whore challenge”. He said this was the kind of things “they” gave to Asian prostitutes to break their will and how “they” turned those women into sex slaves. I wondered who he meant by “they” and then I shuddered. He meant “Asian men”, the very kind of men that for all my life I’ve been trying to run away from, and now one of them was standing before me, and there was no way for me to escape from him. He is connected to me biologically, spiritually, and genetically. My whole body shook uncontrollably at the realization.

During the challenge, everyday, my son dictated, I need to fuck at least one more person than the previous day. On day 1 of the game, I fuck one person. On day 2, I fuck two persons. On day 3 I fuck three persons and so on and so forth. By the end of first week, on Sunday, I fuck at least 7 persons. In total I fuck at least 32 people in one week. On the last day of the month, I fuck at least 30 persons, withing 24 hours. For the entire month of the challenge, I fucked a total of 465 people. And that was just the number of different people who fucked me, not the number of times I was fucked. I think I was fucked more than a thousand times at least. One guy, for instance, fucked me 12 times in the span of 24 hours.

Initially, I was shocked. I said I couldn’t possibly be able to do this. I begged my son to stop, and I said that he was going to make mommy into a prostitute. And yet he said, that was exactly what he was planning on doing to me all along.

He even threatened that, “if you fail the challenge, I’ll pierce holes in your pussy lips and fix rings and locks over them so you will never be able to fuck again.”

And I had to have sex with all those men while my son watched. And when he was not able to watch in person, say, I was taken on a trip abroad by the wealthy men who brought me to their homes in Norway, I must call him on his phone, facetime him, so he could see me getting fucked. And if I were not able to facetime him, after I was done, I must confess to him how I was fucked, describe to him in detail, and answer any question he might have. Did the guys use condoms? How big were their cocks? Did I cum? Did they fuck you anally? Did they cum in your mouth? My son had also tried to force me to write down in detail every sex session I had. While the sequence of men increased arithmetically, the toll on my body and amount of sex increased geometrically. I simply didn’t have the time to write down everything, and I was extremely exhausted. Sometimes I fell asleep even in the middle of sex sessions. And it was difficult for me to recollect all those events in detail because, very soon, everything became a blur.

And another thing I discovered very soon was trying to think about all that has happened to me started to feel like the recollection of a dream, and none of what I wrote down made sense even to myself. Perhaps this is all a dream, a nightmare fused with my own wet dream, and when I fall asleep, I might be awakened from this strange, erotic nightmare. So the plan to create a play-by-play diary of all my sexual escapade was abandoned, because all my recollections were fragmentary. Sometimes, even what I recollect of the same event on two different days differed wildly from each other, and from this experience I think I finally started to appreciate how all the gospels in the Bible had different versions of the same event. And whenever my stories didn’t match up, my son hit me, yelling at me, telling me to stop lying, I try my best to recollect all my sexual escapades to avoid the beatings …

Note: This is a very long post, but trust me, it’s worth your time reading. As unbelievable as all this sounds, yes, everything that is written below actually happened.

Name: J*** L****

Sex: Female

Age: 38

Height: 5 feet 5

Weight: 110 lb.

Race/Ethnicity: East Asian/Japanese

Occupation: Housewife

Hobbies: Reading Romance Novels, Shopping, Photography, and Sex with White Men

Her Confession:

I simply couldn’t control myself around white guys anymore. I’m drawn not just to their charm, their vibrant energy, their fearless-devil-may-care attitude, but also to their muscular bodies, their big juicy biceps, and their well-endowed cocks. They captivate me, enchant me, seduce me to their hot embrace, and leave me yearning for more.

And in their manly bosom, I embrace my femininity with renewed passion and self-assurance. I feel desired, appreciated, loved. I feel alive yet again, and in their safety and security and guidance, I express my sexual desires without apology.

I once left my 18 year old son at the super market to get spit-roasted by two white guys.

It happened on a really hot summer day. I was in the mood to have some fun. I went out wearing a pair of my favorite high heeled sandals, a white low cut tank top and a tiny red mini skirt. I looked my self in the mirror and I felt so sexy, but it was not exciting enough for me. I decided to go without panties and bra this time and I twirled in front of the mirror and was pleased to see that my pussy lips are fully visible under the hem of the skirt. Even my son was like, “You look so sexy, mom!”

I told my son that, “when we are outside, don’t call me mom. Refer to me as your sister instead.”

But my son was so persistent and just kept on calling me “mom, mom, mom” the whole time.

As I walked down the streets, my tits were clearly visible through the fabric, and I intentionally bent over to grab things so my ass and pussy were fully visible to anyone who walked behind me. The ephemeral cool breeze on my bare pussy and the accidental brush against my nipples made me feel excited and slutty. I knew people were staring and I just kept my eyes straight.

I could almost hear people saying “Slut!” Whore!” “Cunt!” under their breathe. My son and I were holding hands and that made me feel less scared. Having a man you can trust feels so wonderful.

Two white guys in their twenties were nervously checking me out. They circled back and forth around me like vultures and then walked up to me like they were going into a fist fight and it was really scary and sexy at the same time. One guy approached me from the front, and the other guy came up to me from behind, sandwiching me in between. The nervous sexual energy was permeating the atmosphere. One guy stared at me and then drawled: “Dooooo you knooow where I can getsom milk, miss?”

That was literally the most obvious pick up line ever. I had a big bright smile on my face and put my finger in my mouth as I said: “Yeah we are trying to get some milk too. I think the milk section is at the far end—”

The guy behind me was already rubbing his erection against my ass as I said it and I stopped mid sentence and was mesmerized by how good it felt. The guy in front was now standing so close my nipples were brushing against his chest. They knew I was a slut by the way I dressed and asked if I’d like to get some coffee in their car.

I asked them: “But what about the milk?” And sure enough, we each got a carton of milk. They carried mine for me and I followed them to their van.

My son was following closely behind me as well.

The white van had sliding doors that might as well have been painted with “free candy” or “gangbang bros” on its side. I knew I was getting myself into a dangerous situation but that was the thrill of it. I was so horny I just couldn’t resist. Besides, they got my milk so I had to follow them. They slid open the door, and when I stepped in my mini skirt rode up all the way to my sides and my pussy and ass were all fully exposed. They quickly followed and as soon as the door was shut again they wiped out their fully erect white cocks which was already glistening with pre-cum.

As the door was shutting, I yelled, “Could you please wait for me outside honey?” My son was standing outside the van looking confused.

One guy asked, “Who is that?” I said, “That’s my brother.”

But just as I said it, my son said, “Okay mom,” from outside the van.

They looked at each other and didn’t say anything else. I was glad they didn’t because I was really embarrassed about it. “Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off.” That was the line I was prepared to utter if they kept on peppering me about it.

The van was parked in the supermarket’s parking lot and I could hear people walking outside. One guy used only one hand to firmly clasp both my wrists behind my back and he was sawing in and out of my pussy with his cock. The other guy was making my mouth gag on his cock and slapping my face at the same time.

While he was slapping my face, the other guy was slapping my ass cheeks. The guys joked that “my butt cheeks are red like my face now.” I was in heaven being spit-roasted and humiliated like this.

Then suddenly I heard my son’s voice from outside the van, “Are you okay, mom?”

I took the cock out of my mouth and said, “I’m okay!”

The two guys seemed more alarmed than me. One guy yelled, “Your mom’s doing fine, son. Go walk around somewhere else. We’ll call you when we are done. Jesus-fucking-christ.”

After a while they both came inside me and I thought that was over, but they didn’t actually let me go. They made me sit in the back of the van, and we drove me back to their place.

But before they took me away, I told them to give a few bucks to my son so he can take a cab home. The guy in the front seat rolled down the window, waved at my son who was standing around a shopping cart return section, threw a 20 dollar bill out and said, “Don’t wait up. Your sexy Asian mother is getting lucky tonight.”

I called out, “Take a cab home, honey. Mommy needs to go with those two gentlemen for some work.”

The other white guy even taunted my son, “Do you want to see your mother getting fucked?” Then stuck his tongue out between two fingers as we drove off. My son just stood there with two bags of grocery and were looking at us with his head tiled to the side, like a curious pet dog.

Remember how I was supposed to come over for coffee? Well, they did actually give me some coffee made from instant coffee powder inside a big jug. The guy from the driver seat gave the me the black coffee. I poured milk into it—from the milk carton we got from the store, mixed it with a straw, and poured into three white foam cups and gave one cup to each and kept one cup for myself. I could taste the cum in my mouth as I sipped on my coffee.

After ten minutes I was in front of a house and the car drove into a garage. During the car ride, I called my son on the phone and told him to put the groceries in the refrigerator and quickly said, “Mommy loves you,” before I hang up. My son is very clingy.

The garage door opened and closed, and as soon as I was hidden from street view, we started fucking again. Cum was still oozing out of my pussy and one guy used my mini skirt, which has now been ripped to shreds, to clean up the cum mixed with my pussy juice off the seat. The other guy held my legs up as he fucked me, and after he finished, he tossed me to the other guy behind me and he bent me in half and continued to fuck me. This went on for half an hour as they tossed me back and forth, bending me completely in half, until I was again filled with their cum.

I thought they were finally done with me but they took out a dog collar and leash, and made me crawl behind them as we entered the living room of the house and I was on my knees and I started sucking both of their cocks as they tugged on the leash.

“Who’s a horny Asian bitch?” “I’m a horny Asian bitch.” “Bark for us.” “Bark. Bark.” We bantered as they got hard again. I thought to myself: This is the most fun I’ve had since the pandemic.

One guy pushed me on the floor and started pumping in and out of my pussy, while the other guy jerked his cock with his hand. Since he was just standing there and watching, I asked him to put the milk inside the refrigerator so it didn’t become spoiled. Begrudgingly he agreed and carried the milk upstairs. And while he was leaving he was complaining, “You should have just left the milk with your son.”

My pussy was getting sore from being fucked so hard so many times, and I was also getting so many orgasms that I felt like I was going to pass out. I used my arms to spread my knees to better accommodate his cock. The guy’s dick was not very long, but it was really thick, and it felt really good. He came again and as soon as he was done, the other guy who came back from upstairs (putting the milk inside the refrigerator) replaced him and fucked me until he came again. So far I’ve been cummed inside six times by two guys in the span of just a few hours.

My legs were quivering from being fucked so good, and I was thinking, okay, maybe now they’d let me go, but I was wrong again. They took out a tiny barred cage, made me crawl into it, latched it shut with a lock. The lock was dangling at where my ass and feet were and I could feel the metal touching my ass. Then the guy lifted the whole cage up by the lift handle and carried me into the backyard. And I was told “not to be loud or else the neighbors might see us.”

He then aimed a hose garden at me and sprayed water all over me. He made me spread my butt cheeks so he can rinse the cum out of my pussy.

At this point my heart sank because I felt like they were never going to let me go again. I asked them “Can I give a call to my son?”

They said okay and handed me my cellphone. I called my son and asked him if he needs anything, and he asked me if everything is okay. I explained that mommy is at work and won’t be home tonight and “I’m going to sleep at some friend’s house. I will see you tomorrow. Love you. Mmmm-ma. Bye.”

Then I asked the two guys if they could give me some water to drink because I was thirsty. There was a sippy cup attached to the cage. Instead of filling it with water, they took turns pissing into it.

“That’s your water.” They said.

“But that’s urine.” I said.

They told me it was up to me if I want to drink or not.

I tried my best to drink it but I was in a fetal position inside the cage and the tip of the water bottle was directly above my head. It was a struggle to reach the tip with my mouth. I tongued it and drips of urine dropped down my chin, and when I tried to hold it in my hand it tilted and the urine was spilled all over me.

“Look who’s a piss whore?” They were laughing at me.

“I’m a piss whore. Do you like it? I’m your property now. I’ve your cum and piss all over me.” I smiled and started masturbating myself inside the cage and I made myself cum again.

One guy was like, “Man, I never realized how crazy Asian sluts can be.”

I retorted, “Are you serious? The biggest sluts are all Asian.”

After about an hour I saw them coming out again each holding a beer and they were asking me “Are you having a good time?”

I said yeah, but it could be better if they can fuck me again. They started laughing and took out their cocks. Naturally I stuck out my tongue and tried to lick it, but then to my surprise a steam of yellow piss gushed out of the pee hole. I lapped up their piss as much as possible and then I asked again, “Well, can you fuck me now?”

They laughed and then they spit roasted me in between the bars on the cage and cummed inside me one more time and just left me inside the cage. It was now around mid-night. Times flies when you are having fun.

The next morning they woke up early, pissed on me, and fucked me one more time before finally releasing from the cage and letting me go home. I thanked them for their time, they handed me a stash of cash, I gave them my number, and told them that I can be available for them anytime. And they are welcome to bring more friends. They gave me back the milk from the refrigerator. I wore a baggy jeans that did not belong to me because my skirt was ripped to shreds. They each bear-hugged me. Stuffed me into taxi cab and I went home.

At home my son was waiting for me and I told him that I ran into some friends and decided to spend the night. I handed him the milk which he put inside the refrigerator. He turned around and said, “It’s so nice of them to give us free milk. If you meet your friends every weekend, we can get free milk every week.” I smiled awkwardly and went to take a shower without thinking too much of it.

I love being a whore and I love giving young white men the yellow fever.

When I was in my 20s, I rarely had sex. Even when I did, I only had sex with white guys who were older and more on the chubby side. I loved that I can use my body to make them feel good about themselves. Even just taking my clothes off in front of them was able to boost their confidence and self-worth. Many of them suffered from erectile dysfunction and couldn’t really fuck me. But the process made me feel really proud of myself.

What was sad was a lot of those men suffered from low self esteem. At least one guy who was in his sixties told me that he hasn’t touched a woman in 20 years. And of course, in order to make him feel good about himself, I let him touch me as often and as much as he wanted. That was nearly ten years ago.

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It all changed after I turned 30. I pined more and more for the flirtatious allure of inexperienced young men. In fact, I had sex with a 21 year old white guy who was still a virgin. He’s smart, has really good manners and was just overall a very nice young man. During our conversation I found out that he had very low self-esteem. He told me no girls ever wanted him because of how socially awkward he is and that he would die a lonely virgin. He repeatedly called himself a “ugly loser”. I felt my heart was broken for him, especially considering how young he was. I told him that I think he was very attractive, but then he said I was lying to him just to make him feel good about himself. I asked him if he found me attractive, and he said—and I repeat his exact words—that “you are the most beautiful Asian woman I have ever laid my eyes on.”

I was really flattered, and so to prove my sincerity, I stood up before him, told him that I have a feast for your eyes, and then stripped naked.

I don’t think I will ever be able to forget the look on his face at that moment. It was a combination of excitement, shock, fear, and innocence. It was the look of provoking the demon inside an angel. It must have been what Adam’s face looked like after he had just been handed over the forbidden fruit from Eve.

I put his hands to my breasts and as he touched them, I moaned softly. Then I guided his hand to my pussy and I asked him if it was his first Asian pussy he ever touched. Of course I already knew the answer but it made me so warm and fuzzy to hear him say yes.

I let him finger fuck me as I pressed my body against his and we kissed passionately. Then I got on my knees and gave him a blowjob. He came inside my mouth within half a minute. I swallowed it all and I told him that his cum was the most delicious thing I ever tasted and any woman would be lucky to have it.

We spent the night together and he fucked me a total of 7 times, and it was absolutely amazing. I was practically impaled on his big white cock and my pussy was sore the whole week afterward. Not only did he just lick my pussy, but he also licked every inch of my body, including my feet and legs. He practically gave me a tongue bath.

I’m a natural people-pleaser and even though I was really sore from being fucked so brutally, I told him that I’m sexually available to him whenever he feels horny, and that he should never doubt his self-worth. I also very explicitly told him that “for a young white man like you, as long as you continue to do well in school, you will have plenty of Asian pussies like mine.”

He said he plans to do his graduate studies in Japan after he graduates and his goal in life is to move to Japan and marry a Japanese woman. I think I had given him the yellow fever for life.

As I flip through my phone I see the hundreds of contacts of men I’ve slept with: some of them were one night stands, some were men I’ve had sex multiple times, some were men I’ve had sex a few times in the last twenty years. And some more were desperate men who are trying to sleep with me. I feel so slutty and whorish knowing that I’ve been fucked by so many men.

Just the other day, at a resort, I gave a blow job in front of a crowd of people by the pool side, which led to me becoming a cum dump for all the men there, and of course, afterward, they all desperately wanted to become my friends.

What happened was:

I was hanging out with my girlfriends, just chilling and enjoying the cool water and bright sun, when, out of where, Tina came over and started flirting with me. We have always been the best frenemies. We fought to get into the same company. We fought to get the same boy. And we loved each other too. I was wearing a micro g string bikni that was basically just a few strands covering my tits and my pussy. She was wearing a triangle top and a thong. She said hi to me by flicking her fingers against my nipples and I did the same to her. That was just how us Asian sluts said hi to each other.

As she was doing this her husband came over and she told her husband how I was the biggest Asian slut she ever knew. I felt like I was in competition mode all over again. I straddled myself over her husband’s lap and kissed his cheek. Tina wrapped her arms over her husband and was kissing his cheek from the other side. I slowly lowered myself to his crotch area and covered his neck, chest, and stomach with kisses. Then Tina and her husband started sucking on each other’s tongue.

I reached into his swimming trunk and started jerking him off. All my girlfriends were now staring at me wide-eyed and all the guys were smiling from ear to ear. All my girlfriends were Asian, and all the guys were white.

Tina looked at me and then said to her husband, “See? I told you she’s a slut, didn’t I? She wanted to suck your cock ever since I introduced you to her.”

With Tina’s encouragement, I took her husband’s cock out of his swimming trunk and put it in my mouth. The guys around the pool started whistling and cheering me on. My face was red like a tomato but I was really turned on too. I twirled my head and went down on his cock in a twisting motion. Some guys took out their phones to videotape it.

The excitement must have gotten to Tina’s husband too because within minutes he started cumming in my mouth. And after I swallowed and wiped away the last drop of his cum from my lips, there was a round of applause and cheers like I was at a football game. I felt like I was a super-star with all that attention on me.

Tina and her husband were sitting by the pool side. Her husband’s feet were in the water, Tina had hers crossed. I was standing inside the pool with the water at my waist. After I sucked his cock I lay my head at his big massive thigh and kissed his feet. Tina giggled and then used her feet to caress my head and buried her face into her husband’s bicep. I felt so proud of being a slut, and Tina was like, “See? She’s a slut, didn’t I tell you? She will suck any white cock.” Her husband said, “Well, then, I married the wrong slut.”

The crowd cheered again, and all the white guys came to me beaming like kids seeing ice cream. While I was still sucking on Tina’s husband, I noticed a few of the guys were already rubbing their dicks through their pants.

I told all the guys that if they wanted to pull out their dicks, they can, and I would gladly suck off all of them. One guy immediately said, “Fuck yeah” and whipped his out. As soon as one guy did it, all the other guys started doing it. There were 20 of them, with all their cocks out glistening in the sun. It was a sight to behold. Tina laughed so hard she rolled back on the floor and just laid there like a lazy cat basking in the sun. My girlfriends just watched silently as I took all twenty cocks one by one.

I knelt down in the shallow side of the pool. All the white guys swarmed toward me, blocking out the sun. The water made me feel really cool. The hard bodies and cocks acted as natural sun blockers, and as I sucked their sucks, they pulled my tits out of my bikini and grabbed my pussy, so I was practically naked. Tina’s husband took his phone out and started filming it. This wasn’t the first time I’ve done something like this, but this was the first time that I was surrounded by 20 guys. And I knew this was an opportunity that I may never be able to get. I shook my tits and wiggled my ass as I had two cocks in each hand and took turns sucking on each.

Tina yelled, “20 dollars for each cock she sucks!” And the guys yelled back, “Fuck yeah!”

I noticed my girlfriends who were initially just watching by the pool side started to get active too. Every single one of them was being groped by several guys at the same time and their face all had that expression of sweet agony that is almost custom-made for Asian girls who are cute and innocent in public, but kinky and slutty in private.

And very quickly I had loads and loads of cum down my throat, on my face and tits. After they had all cummed, I slid up to the side of the pool, spread by my legs wide and started rubbing my clit in front of them and gave myself a huge orgasm.

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And that was just the beginning of the night. As the dusk fell and our bodies cast a longer shadow, we gathered our stuffs to go back to the cabins and started pairing into groups. Tina and I took six white guys with us to the main cabin that were really two connected cabins. Then all the rest of my Asian girlfriends each took three guys with them back to their cabins. 21 white guys for 7 Asian sluts. In 6 cabins.

Most of my Asian girlfriends were single, in their twenties, and all their lives they have been sheltered, made to feel ashamed for being sluts. Though they were beautiful, they were also shackled by tradition, culture, and filial piety to their tyrannical parents and/or husbands. Well, Tina told them, “tonight the shackles would be broken. You would have nothing to lose but your chains. Well, also your clothes.” And the mechanical giggling reverberated in vast empty expanse like woodpeckers in the forest.

The entire night, while I was being turned into a three-holed fuck toy, in between intermissions, I could very clearly hear the moans and groans of the rest of my Asian sluts being fucked to endless orgasms.

The sex was so good that we ran out of condoms before midnight, but the orgy did not stop because of that. Later on I learned two Asian sluts had become pregnant after being gang banged. They were happy being single mothers raising half-white babies on their own.

After our holiday breakthrough, I suddenly had a brilliant idea. Lots of Asian women come to America and Europe looking for Caucasian sperm donors, and instead of going to a fertility clinic, why don’t we organize a camping trip at the resort and let them go tap directly from the source? Not only do they save a lot of money, but also, they actually get to enjoy the process. All we need to do is vet the guys and invite the sluts. In Japan, nearly 90 percent of Japanese women remain single and do not wish to marry Japanese men. Also there are 500 million Chinese women in their twenties who are single and refuse to marry Chinese men but still want kids. And they all prefer white guys. There is a saying in Shanghai, I heard, “The lowest type of men a Shanghai girl will accept is a foreigner.” There’s a huge market that’s just waiting to be unearthed.

On another occasion I was finger-fucked inside a public pool.

A few weeks after our weekend of debauchery, Tina and her husband invited me to come over to chill. They have a public pool in their residential apartment complex, and since my husband has been on a business trip to China for over three months, and is probably fucking hundreds of Chinese sluts as we speak, I say why not and I grabbed my sexiest bikini to hop in the water.

I started swimming and it was cool and relaxing. Then suddenly this white guy who was swimming behind me got really close to me, and once we were at the far end of the pool he pinned me against the edge and I felt his knee pressing against my pussy. He kept eye contact with me and I looked at him in the eye. He had light brown hair and mesmerizing blue eyes. He smiled lasciviously and said, “Hey I know your husband!” I gasped and moaned a little and he kneed my pussy even harder. “Tina told me all about you.” Apparently he already knew everything about me and he came even closer to me until his chest were pressed against my boobs. Then he slipped his hands into my stringed bikini and rubbed my pussy before fingering me. I was about to cum when he stopped and acted like nothing happened. I was so confused. I wanted him to continue touching me but he just left me there. I almost wanted to rub my own pussy but then I realized if I did that everyone could see me.

This being a public swimming pool, unlike the private one at the resort, so, in order not to draw unnecessary attention to myself, I just continued to swim.

But then as I was swimming, I felt someone was touching my legs from behind. Some guy was swimming behind me and he had bumped his head into my crotch and was feeling my legs and feet. When I turned around, he said, “Oh geez, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you.”

As soon as I got to the other end of the swimming pool (I was doing lapse) the guy who was fingering me was waiting for me there and started playing with my nipples through my bikini.

It was a pretty deep pool and I was actually pretty new to swimming so because he was distracting me a little, when I tried to use my foot to touch the edge underneath, I actually missed it and I took a big gulp of water.

He used this as an excuse to hold me in his arms, and kneed me really deep into my pussy and actually pushed my upper body out of the water. He said, “Are you okay, miss?”

Two guys from behind also came up to me and one guy was holding me by my butt and the other guy was just watching and laughing. The life guard was also saying, “Is everything okay there?” I said, “I’m fine,” and continued to swim. So there were now four guys giggling and laughing around me and I didn’t know what they were laughing for. As I continued to swim to the other side, I realized the string bikini I was wearing had shifted and my nipples were completely exposed. I was so embarrassed I immediately started to adjust my bikini, and that was when the previous guy who fingered me came up to me. He looked at me in the eyes and then used both hands to remove the string that was blocking my pussy and I felt a rush of cold water going in. My hands were busy trying to adjust the top bikni and I was also trying to kick water to remain float and there was nothing I could do to stop him from removing my bottom bikini. I was going to sink again and that was when he stuck a finger into my pussy and lifted my body afloat again.

I was desperately trying to stop myself from moaning as I was near an orgasm. The guy very dismissively said, “Honey, do you know how to swim?”

He dug his finger deeper into my pussy and I grabbed him around the neck and had a full body orgasm right there in the swimming pool with everyone just watching. I looked up and I even saw the life guard gave me a thumbs up, and I was embarrassed beyond words.

I mean it when I say that I’m super horny all the time. I sleep around with lots of different guys (and sometimes girls) but it just never seem enough. Even right after sex, I watch porn and masturbate myself. I don’t think I’m a nymphomaniac, because I’m able to control myself. I never act irrationally or do things that I don’t plan first.

I was used as a cum rag during a threesome by my best friend.

The next weekend, Tina and her husband invited me join them in a threesome with some strange conditions. First rule: I must serve as their cum rag, meaning, whenever her husband cums, I have to lick up and swallow all his cum, no matter where it’s deposited. Second rule: her husband will fuck me raw, but he is not allowed to cum inside me. If he cums inside me, I will be punished. Tina will administer the punishment that consists of ten lashes with a leather belt to my bare ass.

I was excited, and the rules sounded interesting. I always enjoyed cum playing and so I had no issue with drinking cum. The second rule confused me a little, but it sounded hot. When we started the game, I gave Tina’s husband a blowjob to get him hard, then he fucked Tina and came inside her pussy, and following the rule #1, I licked her pussy clean of his cum. She even squirted into my mouth during this.

After the first round, Tina and I 69’ed while her husband watched until he got erect again.

Then her husband proceeded to fuck me, and I was really enjoying it, but as soon as he started cumming, I was fighting to get him out of me. But it felt so good and it was really difficult. Her husband ended up cumming inside me a little and then splattering the rest on Tina’s stomach. I licked all the cum off Tina’s stomach, but Tina said, “That’s not enough. According to rule #2, you are not allowed to let my husband cum inside you.”

I complained that it was really hard to stop in the very middle of things, but Tina said it didn’t matter, rules are rules. Her husband helped me to my feet, put restraints on my wrists and hang me by the door frame in the living room. Tina wielded the leather belt and whipped my bare ass 9 times. After every lash, I had to count and say “Thank you mistress.” After those 9 lashes, my ass were crisscrossed with angry welts and my pussy was on fire. Being naturally submissive, I get turned on very easily when I’m being dominated. And for the last lash, Tina aimed the whip at my pussy and it touched my pussy lips and my clit in one swoop. I was moaning and screaming as I was having a really hard orgasm.

Her husband didn’t realize that I was this kinky and said that from now on, he would start cumming inside me on purpose just to see me get punished. Tina even chimed in and said that “She’s just a cum rag. … I’m the alpha female …” Something along those lines to humiliate me.

So for the third round things really started to become heated because as I was being fucked, I had to really struggle to try to get her husband out of me before he cums, but, as you can imagine, her husband was so much more powerful than me and we ended up both cumming at the same time, and honestly, it was the best orgasm I’ve had in a very long time. The physical struggle really made me excited and the fear of punishment aggravated it.

I ended up getting whipped again, but that was not before Tina made me scoop out her husband’s cum from my pussy and put it in my mouth.

Needless to say, it was one of the best threesomes I had and we planned on more threesomes after that.

Bu my husband had come back from his vacation—I mean his business trip—from China and instead of having more fun with my bestie, I decided to serve my husband and …

During one of our BDSM sessions, he locked me inside a cage and I had to call my son for help.

My son is from a previous marriage and he didn’t always see eye to eye with his current step dad, but I love my husband and there was not much I could do.

In addition to being a slut, I’m also a very submissive Asian woman. In the bedroom, I enjoy being dominated and humiliated. After a night of debauchery with my husband, during which he had rough sex with me, he locked me inside a tiny dog cage, and then went to bed. The dog cage was a gift from two friends of mine and they actually hand-delivered it to my house and told my husband that it was explicitly meant to lock up “your sweet Asian slut-wife.”

That morning something happened in the office. He didn’t even have time to eat breakfast. I think he didn’t even put on his pants, because he answered a phone call, got up, just left. I was kept inside the cage the whole night and I didn’t really get much sleep. When I saw he was awoke, I asked him very politely to please let me out, but he just ignored me and left. He probably wouldn’t be back until at least after lunch and I felt devastated.

I tried to get myself out. Taking off the handcuffs was easy. The handcuffs were loose and my fingers could reach the knobs on each side of my wrists. But opening the door to the cage was impossible. First of all, it’s a genuine dog cage, not one of those BDSM cages, so it’s very tiny and I can only crouch inside. There was not enough room for me to rotate my body. The second issue is the door is locked from the outside with a genuine padlock, and the key was on the night stand by the bed. Even if I could reach the padlock, by twisting my body like a contortionist, I would not be able to unlock the pad lock without the key.

I desperately wanted to pee and there was no way that I could wait until noon time. Out of desperation, I called my son for help. My son and two friends were playing video games in the basement all night. I knew it would be so embarrassing to be seen like this, but weighing in between the discomfort of being stuck and potentially soiling myself, and swallowing my pride and embarrasing myself in front of my son, I chose the latter. My son and his friends came up to my bedroom and saw me completely naked, crouched inside a tiny dog cage, but I didn’t care. Please jut get me out of there.

After I crawled out of the cage, I thanked my son and his two friends, and then one of the friends said, “You are so hot, miss! I wish my mom was as hot as you.” I never felt so flattered and all my embarrassment went away.

The reason I mention is this incident is because not very soon after, I found out my son masturbates to me.

It happened on a Saturday.

My son had just left the house and as usual I started cleaning his room, first with a wet mop and then with a dry cloth that I pushed across the floor on my hands and knees. He’s a very shy virgin Asian boy and has never had a girlfriend. He has never even touched a girl, as far as I’m aware. Like most Asian boys, he spends a lot of his time studying and playing video games.

He left his computer on and out of curiosity, I decided to browse through his computer to see what he has been doing all day. The weather was really nice and I encouraged him to go out and play with his friends. His computer automatically logs off after a certain period of time and because he left in a hurry the computer was still in home screen mode, thus giving me unbridled access.

As every Asian parent does, I browsed through the folders on his computer. Those folders all had innocuous names such as “Homework”, “Calculus”, “Call of Duty”, “Star Craft”, etc. But then, within “homework”, I found a folder named “fap.” When I opened it, there were hundreds of pictures of naked Asian girls. Some were wearing dog collars. Some were being hogtied and whipped. I could understand my son was sexually frustrated, but the amount of porn and the kind of porn still shocked me a little. We live in a predominately white neighborhood and nearly all of his classmates are white, but he seemed to be very interested in Asian girls. Also, there’s the fact that son is only half-Asian. My first husband—his biological father—was in fact Caucasian, but unfortunately my son had inherited all the Asian features. He’s only 5 feet 7, 120 lb, and he has dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Most people just assumed he is full Asian. As I was still wondering why his hidden porn stash solely consisted of Asian women I stumbled upon a folder named “mom”. My eyes got big and my heart throbbed against my rib cage.

Several years ago, I did a little bit of internet freelancing posting nude pictures of myself. Initially they were quite vanilla. Just pictures of me in skimpy bikini outfits and various types of lingerie. After a while, I started posting complete nudes of myself. Pictures of me spreading my legs, showing my pussy, ass and tits. Pictures of me spreading my own pussy lips apart and smiling at the camera. I was getting so much attention from strangers on the internet that I went down a rabbit hole and eventually started posting more depraved pictures of me: sitting on dildos, giving blowjobs, crawling on the floor while wearing dog collars. I also posted videos of myself masturbating. To this day the internet still circulates a video of me masturbating with a dildo in my pussy with one hand, while another hand was sticking a dildo in my own mouth. Thankfully my eyes were blurred in that video. Only I have the un-blurred version.

I had since quite doing that, and it was a shameful past that I do not wish to look back upon.

My heart was thumping against my chest at the word “mom”. I was scared that maybe he had found pictures of me on the internet. With trembling fingers I clicked on the folder and I couldn’t control myself as I gasped out loud.

Apparently my son had an entire archive of naked pictures and videos of me. How did he get hold of those things? I scrolled the mouse down and clicked on a random picture and there it was, a high resolution picture of me standing at the corner of a room, with big black paper clamps on my nipples and clit!

I had never once posted pictures of my face on the internet. The most you could see was my lips and my nose. Maybe the side of my ear lobes. So those were original pictures of me that I had kept to myself.

What he had, thankfully, was cropped and edited pictures. So I have a clue as to how he got hold of those pictures. But then I was thinking still: should I confront him about it? I was very confused. And what was he doing with all those pictures of me! I was furious.

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I pretended nothing was happening when my son came back, even though my mind was on fire and my heart was burning with a thousand questions.

After dinner as usual he went back to his room. I pretended to be watching TV in the living room and turned the volume all the way up. Then I tiptoed to his room and pushed the door slightly open to see what he was doing in his room.

And my eyes got big at the sight before me. He was sitting in front of his computer, completely naked, and his penis fully erect at about three to four inches. He had head phones on and he was playing with his nipple with one hand while he used three fingers to jerk his penis. His legs were spread wide apart. If I had not known my son, I would have thought it was a girl masturbating. And his face. I’ve never seen him enjoying himself that much. His eyes were closed, and then opened for just a brief second to feast upon the computer screen. Leaning against the door frame, I turned and peeked at the computer screen, and my heart sank to my stomach. It was a video of me being fucked by my previous husband and one of his drinking buddies. They were spit roasting me in the video. They had me blindfolded so no one could recognize me. It was uploaded to the internet and somehow my son was able to get a hold of the video.

I shifted my eyes to my son yet again and he was moaning “Oh, mom”. He even rocked his hips and his testicles were shaking and swinging! Another strange thing I noticed was how smooth he was. I knew he had very little body hair but he didn’t even have pubic hair. He was completely smooth below the neck. I supposed that my son might have been turning into a fem boy. Just as I was wondering what the hell happened to all his bodily hair he blew a load on himself. He sprayed cum on his chest and his stomach. And then, to my utter horror, using one finger, he collected those cum from his body and put it in his own mouth!

What I had witnessed was a horror too much for my eyes. I closed the door and tiptoed back to the living room.

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The entire night I couldn’t sleep. I was tumbling back and forth wondering how I should talk to my son. How should I properly guide him as his mother? How should I educate him about sex? I wanted to ask where he got all those pictures and videos of me. My head was exploding with a thousand question marks.

A conversation with my son:

What’s the different between a slut and a whore? Money? Power? A slut chooses. A whore obeys. You are both a slut and a whore, mom!

Those were the kind of things that my son said to me. He knows full well what I am, and sadly, but truthfully, I feel he’s right. I’m both a slut and a whore. I stand on no moral ground to lecture him. My dignity has been swept under my depravity. I also know for a fact that he has been sharing those naked pictures of me to his friends, and he is even actively suggesting that they should gang bang me.

I tried to tell him that mommy posted those pictures and videos on the internet to make money, but he wouldn’t have it. He told me I’m a slut and I actually enjoyed doing it.

What’s worse, he invites those friends over to our house quite frequently and I’ve seen them. They were all college-aged, muscular jocks and I just know that if they ever choose to fuck me, I’d never to be able to resist them. And when I just imagine then taking turns fucking me, I cum so hard. I try to tell him that mommy does not wish to be gang banged, but he tells me that I’m lying. He pinches my nipples and tells me that he knows I’m a slut for white cocks. All Asian sluts are. He said. Maybe you should put on some lingerie and masturbate yourself when they come over to play video games next time, mom. Show them what a slut you really are.

That has been the way my son spoke to me.

My son came inside me without knowing I was his mother:

Not only has he been degrading me, insulting me, but in the few months since, he has morphed into a typical Angry Asian Man.

Every day he complained very bitterly that there has never been a girl who’s ever been attracted to him and he’s very depressed over this. As his mother, I felt heart broken for him of course, but there was nothing I could do, other than encouraging him to continue to do well in school, and once he gets a good job, and have a house of his own, he can go back to Asia to find a wife. My son is half-Asian but he looks fully Asian.

But what he was most pissed-off about was what he described as “racist Asian sluts” who wouldn’t even give him a chance because he looked Asian. I told him that’s not true but then he took out his phone and showed me a gang bang event on fetlife, at which point my heart sank to my stomach.

Apparently there was a closed private event that was hosted by a 30 year old Asian woman who wants to be gang banged by white guys around the age of 18 to 25. I was stunned by what I saw and my son continued his tirade on how it was unfair to him, how as an Asian looking guy he was not able to participate. I stuttered and said, well … uhm … okay … first of all, you should be focusing on studying. You should not be browsing weird porn sites like those. But then he shouted back saying that he is a biological man and he has needs. He can’t get laid anywhere and he wants to know what it feels like to have his penis inside a vagina.

His biggest concern that what he considered the “racism of those Asian sluts”, He said those Asian sluts like the one who was being gang banged only wanted white guys and wouldn’t even allow non-white-passing white guys like him. I told him that’s not true. There must be other reasons. This went back and forth several times and the whole conversation was hinged on race and racism which are big taboos in American society so I really didn’t want to discuss it further.

To prove my point, I told him, why don’t you message the organizer again and present yourself nicely, and follow all the protocols they listed, like giving out your full name, your date of birth, a copy of your driver license, a most recent medical record, and “I will even help you write a nice introduction to the organizer.”

And I assured him, that as long as you present yourself professionally, respectfully, you will not get rejected.

He was still reluctant and I had to reassure him several times to convince him.

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On the other hand, I was bewildered as to how my son ever found out about my gang bang session. So apparently on fetlife, you can search events by location, and even though it is now closed, in order to get people to join, the event was visible to people within the area for several days, and so my son was able to see the event. I was flabbergasted, embarrassed, horrified and ashamed, and there was nothing else I could do at this point. My boyfriend was the co-organizer and it was his decision to post it on fetlife. I had told him before that I didn’t need to do this but he was just so insistent!

So after that conversation, I went into my bedroom and immediately contacted my boyfriend to let him know that you need to accept his guy who just applied. Also, there needs to be certain changes. All the guys who participate must wear masks. And being blindfolded for me wasn’t enough. I wanted to be completely hooded. In the original event, the guys didn’t have to wear a mask to hide their identity if they didn’t want to, but because my son was there, this must happen now. Also, originally I thought maybe a blindfold for me was enough, but now, instead, I had to wear a black burlap sack over my entire head and it only had a small opening around my mouth to allow me to breathe and suck dick.

Long story short, the event did proceed as scheduled (several times I had seriously considered canceling it) was at an abandoned warehouse and a total of 10 guys showed up, including my boyfriend, and my son.

The reason I didn’t cancel it was because of my son. The reason I wanted to cancel it was also because of my son. I was so torn and conflicted eventually I decided that, if my son is going to lose his virginity, then it’s better to be me so I can make sure he was not hurt.

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And if my boyfriend had recognized my son, he didn’t say anything, and if he did, I reasoned to myself, he would cease to be my boyfriend. I would have cut him off immediately because this was too embarrassing for me.

Only I had access to the list of everyone’s names, date of birth, copy of driver licenses, and no one else did. And no one, except for my boyfriend, knew who the “Asian slut” was. They are not allowed to ask, and if they tried to ask, they’d be kicked out of the event immediately and banned from ever participating again. Another rule just to mention as FYI was they are not allowed to disclose the location either. If they did, they will be asked to leave and be banned for life. The location was texted to them last minute using an encryption algorithm and they couldn’t decipher the text without a key, which was emailed to them.

The warehouse was well lit with lights shining on my body. I was laying on my back, on a square sofa cushion. My knees were brought up to my chest and ropes were wrapped around my ankles and to the sofa cushion. My bare pussy and ass were facing the entrance to the warehouse so every guy who walked in had a direct view of me. I made sure the burlap sack fully covered my entire face, and just to make sure that it didn’t become loose or anything, I asked my boyfriend to tie a rope around my beck and had the hem of the sack securely tucked under it so there was no way for it to slip off. I was able to breathe through the hole with my mouth and nose exposed.

I wore my favorite blacking stockings and garters to make myself feel more sexy, and nothing else, so they could play with my bare tits when they were fucking me. While the gang bang itself was already very exciting, the possibility that my son might show up at my gang bang made me literally tremble with fear and which made me even more aroused, and even before all the guys showed up, I was already leaking and my pussy was wet like crazy.

As the show officially started—the gate being slammed shut and no one was allowed to come in or leave after the starting time, I could hear foot steps. At that point I almost wanted to scream at my son, just to see if he was there. It was so nerve wracking. I guess they were all nervous too because no one touched me and no one was even talking. I could even hear their breathing. My boyfriend came up to me, and stuck a vibrator between my legs. My head was dangling over the edge of the sofa cushion and, after my boyfriend initiated it, guys started coming over to let me suck on their cocks. I counted in my head the number of cocks as I sucked, and after the fifth one, I recognized my son’s cock. It was the smallest, but it was the most delicious one. Also his pubic hair (which had been shaved and was regrown to become stubs) was thicker than all other guys and it poked at my lips, almost like a man’s mustache. I was surprised as how turned on I was to be sucking on my own son’s cock! His cock felt just right in my mouth, being so small and stiff, like a candy bar.

After the blowjobs—those blowjobs were meant to warm up the atmosphere so they could get hard and start fucking me—my boyfriend removed the vibrator from my pussy and he started to fuck me. He finished inside me immediately and then after he stepped away, I felt another guy’s dick inside my pussy. This guy lasted quite a while. After he finished, he pulled out and sprayed his cum all over my body. I felt his cum was flying all over me, some landed on my pussy lips, some on my legs, and some were on my chest.

After he came, I had a brief reprieve before more people started groping me and touching all over me. Then after a few minutes or so another guy stepped up and took his turn with me. He finished inside me and I was biting my lips from moaning too much because I was scared that my son could recognize my voice.

Then the third guy stepped up and as soon as he slid into me, I knew it was my son. His penis is the smallest, and he lasted for only a few seconds before shooting his loads inside me, but I moaned the hardest to encourage him, and after he came inside me, he even whispered to me, “I bet this is your first Asian cock, isn’t it? You bitch.”

After my son came into me, someone was asking my son how did she make you feel. My son said, “She felt amazing. I felt like she was gripping me from inside her. I tried to hold on, but I couldn’t last. It was too much. I just had to cum inside her.”

It was honestly the hottest gang bang of my life, knowing that my son was not only fucking me, but also watching as I was being fucked by other guys.

After my son came inside me, he stepped away toward my face and held his flaccid dick in my mouth. I sucked on his dick for a minute or two before someone else got close to me and guided my head toward him. I started taking turns sucking both cocks, and I could always tell which one was my son’s. At one point both of them tried to both their dicks in my mouth at the same time. After sometime I felt my son’s cock stiffen and he shot his cum inside my mouth while the other guy was still trying to squeeze his inside.

By the time I was done, I was filled and covered with cum all over and I knew that at least two times my son had cummed inside me. I’d say the hardest part was to stop myself from moaning because I was scared to death that my son was going call out loud “mom” at any instant during the session, and this made me orgasm so hard I had to grit my teeth and bite my lips to make me from making too much sounds.

My son is organizing more bang bang sessions for me.

After I made a man out of my son, I was thinking maybe now it will get better, but, to my utter consternation, it’s not. Every day he still spends all his time at home watching porn and jerking off. I’ve walked in on him multiple times and I was really worried that he was ignoring his studies.

Not only that, but he has been telling all his friends about this “depraved Asian slut on fetlife who loves having sex with white guys.” He even told them that that was how he lost his virginity. I was so scared of what he might do that I ended up deleting my fetlife account.

But apparently that didn’t deter him. He said, since I was the one who contacted her, I must contact her again, and if I didn’t, he threatened, he would send all my pictures to my husband and let him know what a slut I’ve been. And not only that, but he would even start posting my nude pictures along with my real name and address on the internet. I was shocked. I was horrified! My own son is blackmailing me and trying to set up gang bang sessions for me.

“I want to see that Asian slut gang banged, fucked in her pussy, ass, and mouth. She didn’t get fucked in the ass in the last gang bang session. I want to fuck her ass.”

“Stop talking to your mother like that!” I yelled back.

“You are an Asian slut just like her!”

I was stunned. Yet I couldn’t help but feel the tingling in the strings of my heart. I deserve this kind of treatment. Most of the white men whom I’ve been with have been so nice to me, and it was the first time that I had a man—a half-man—being so brutal, so cruel, so tyrannical, and so honest to me about what I am. This is the kind of treatment I deserve, I repeat to myself, and I couldn’t help but become docile to him. I guess this has a lot to do with my upbringing. Okay, I’m not going to go into a life story about my past, but my feelings at that moment was very Oriental, if you must forgive me for that word.

Also, I call my son a half-man not only because he is only 19 years old, but also because he has said previously that he’s actually gay. At one point he even said that he wanted to be take female hormone therapy to become a woman, so by any standard, he is not fully a man, and yet he is the most sadistic, evil man I’ve ever met in my life.

And yet, yet, the thought of myself being naked, forced on my knees, being surrounded by big white cocks, and with my demon-spawn half-Asian son standing next to me watching, as they abuse me, manhandle me, grabbing my tits, playing with my pussy, slapping my ass, tossing me around like a fuck toy, taking turns fucking my pussy, ass and mouth, making sure that there was not a moment that I was not without a cock inside me—all those depraved thoughts make me cum so hard and ever since that day, ever since that moment when my son took control of my sex life, I’ve been masturbating non-stop everyday.

“Once a gang bang slut. Always a gang bang slut.”

“Once a gang bang slut, always a gang bang slut.” Those words sent shivers down my spine and as I repeated those words to myself, pronouncing each syllable with my lips, trippingly on my tongue.

“Once a gang bang slut. Always a gang bang slut.” That was what my son said to me. I’m still confused as to whether or not he knows that “Asian slut” that he lost his virginity to was indeed me! He never seem to mention the fact, but he now calls me a gang bang slut in my face.

Regardless, what my son says about me is absolutely true. Once you have been gang banged, it’s difficult to go back to regular vanilla sex. It’s nearly impossible for you to orgasm without having multiple cocks being shoved inside of you. Even if you do have regular, normal, vanilla sex, you will always just be fantasizing about getting gang banged to get yourself off.

I became more stern with him. “Stop talking about sexual things to me! I’m your mother.”

But my son wouldn’t have it. He seriously wants to hate fuck that “depraved Asian slut”. He was telling me that he was going to “organize hundreds of gang bang sessions for her. Make her have sex with thousands of men. Even homeless men.”

In that heated exchanged, I slapped my son hard across the face. I told him to stop. He stared at me with hatred, and, with tears in his eyes, stormed off to his room.

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After that incident I decided that I had to do something.

One day, while he was jerking off and watching porn, about ten minutes into his “masturbation sessions”, I barged into his room. He got scared seeing me standing there. I told him to relax, and that what he is doing is perfectly normal, but, I told him, I’m worried that he is not focused on his studies and his grades might be suffering.

He was quite ashamed and started saying that he is almost 20 and still doesn’t have a girlfriend and he can’t release his sexual frustration on anything other than porn. I wanted to tell him that I was fully aware of that, but in stead, I just said mommy loves you and will do anything for you. I pulled a chair and sat down next to him and I put my hands on his bare thighs. His pants and underwear were all pulled to his ankles, and his little Asian penis was pointing upward like a mini rocket. I stared at his little pecker and he covered himself with his hands.

I asked him if he wants to have sex, besides the random Asian woman he fucked at the swinger’s party, and he said yes, and then started crying. I cried a little too. After all, he is my son and I love him.

I hugged him and once again I said, mommy loves you and will do anything for you. With my tears running down to my mouth, I dropped to my knees and put his cock into my mouth. My son was scared and said, “Mom! What are you doing?” Teary-eyed, I looked up to him and said, “as long as you promise to be a good boy, study hard and get a good job after you graduate, mommy will do anything for you.”

I put my mouth back on his cock and started sucking on him. He was crying and saying, yes mommy, I will work hard and will not let you down.

Within just a minute loads of cum spurted into my throat. I swallowed a great deal of it and then spat out the rest of it in the bathroom.

I came back in and told him that if he ever needs to jerk off, just let me know and I will gladly give you a blowjob to release your sexual frustration. But you have to promise mommy to get all A’s the next semester and support mommy financially when she becomes old. My son promised that from now on, he will be a good boy and will never let me down.

From that day on, my son and I had a deal. Whenever he felt horny, he gets a free blowjob from mommy, on the condition that he stop watching porn and concentrate on his studying. He hasn’t had a need to jerk off ever since. And we keep it a secret between us. Because no else ever needed to know.