
And so three more weeks flew by. All in all, almost a month had passed since a group of sperm-toxic guys had blackmailed my mom, making her the main object of their sadistic fantasies and her body a free and accessible sperm receptacle. I, understandably unlike my mom, was fine with this. Even though they fucked her really hard and rough, they didn't do it that often, I thought. At most they came no more than six times in a week, and that was considering that they could just come twice in one day. Mostly all of their visits fell on weekends and in the evening. A couple of times I came home in the evening almost immediately after they left and my mom didn't have time to clean everything up. Because the guys had been here recently, I could smell semen, perfume, and a lot of other indescribable odors on the way to her room, indicating what had been going on recently. I always approached the room quietly so my mother wouldn't find out. And before she threw on her robe to go to the shower, I would notice her attractive naked body, which was still covered with large drops of fresh semen. I let myself be noticed only after she had fully put on the robe. And, shuddering slightly when she saw me, my mother would turn away and quickly begin wiping the remnants of the white, sticky substance and the tears from her face and mouth, which she hoped I wouldn't see in the semi-darkness. She really thought she was still successfully hiding from me the fact that her body was being used as a sex doll by some teenagers. So turning back around, she immediately started making various excuses for what she was doing here. Even if I really didn't know anything, I'd already be suspicious, and in my situation, when I knew everything from the get-go, her excuses looked even more ridiculous.

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