Chapter 4 – The Smell of Sperm in the House

9:15 pm.
The house was dark, except for the green light from the TV shining on Minh’s face. He lay on the sofa, wearing only a pair of loose shorts, deliberately not wearing underwear so that his 18cm, still semi-erect, cock would be more comfortable. In his head, the 50-minute clip under the bridge was still playing: his mother kneeling among six dirty men, her mouth open, begging for sperm like the last whore in the world.

He came home 20 minutes before his mother, showered, but the smell of beggar semen still lingered in his nose like drugs. His cock kept jerking, the tip oozing precum wetting his inner thigh.

Suddenly, the sound of a Wave motorbike screeched outside the alley.
The sound of high heels clicking on the tiled floor.
The door opened with a “click”.

Mrs. Lan entered the house.

The red high heels were covered in dirt and white streaks of dried semen.
The black bodycon dress was now torn as if it had just been gnawed by a dog, pulled to one side, revealing her 98F left breast, swaying and dangling, the bright red nipple still had traces of dried, crusted semen. Her right breast was also half visible, her deep cleavage full of dried semen and saliva.
Her hair was spread out like a crow’s nest, sticky with yellow beggar semen, with a few strands of hair stuck together because of the dried semen.
Her face was red from the pleasure, her eyes were sparkling with pleasure, her red lipstick was smeared as if she had just sucked a cock for two hours straight.

And the smell…
Oh my god, that smell.
The horrible, fishy smell of sperm from 6 different men: the smell of worker sweat, the smell of beggar scabies, the smell of dried urine, the smell of pussy that had been dripping wet for hours. The thick smell hit Minh’s nose like a punch, making his cock instantly hard, aching in his pants.

Minh pretended to be worried, his voice trembling:
“Mom… where have you been that you’ve come home so late? I’m so worried…”

Mrs. Lan glanced at her son with disdain, her voice hoarse from moaning too much, her throat still smelling of semen:
“Where you go is none of your business! Have you finished your homework yet and you’re asking nonsense, you brat?”

She walked past the sofa to go to the toilet.
Just as she passed the sofa, a strong fishy smell hit Minh in the face like a splash of hot water. He looked down and was shocked:

From between her thighs, drops of thick, yellowish white semen fell “click… click… click…” onto the tiled floor, leaving a long, sticky trail. Her
black lace panties had been torn from under the bridge, now only a few pieces of cloth dangling like rags. Her pussy was red and swollen, the two thick pussy lips still twitching, with each step she took, she would “squirt”, spraying a little more semen mixed with lubricant onto the floor. The trail of semen ran from her thighs down to her ankles, dripping onto her high heels.

Minh looked at it and his heart was pounding, his cock was so hard he thought it would tear his pants. He quickly took the pillow to cover himself, his face was red, his breathing was rapid.

Mrs. Lan stepped into the toilet and slammed the door.
The sound of water flushing and rubbing still lingered in the house like a ghost. The smell of beggar semen, horny pussy, dried urine… all mixed together to create the most obscene smell in the world.

Minh couldn’t stand it anymore.
He secretly opened his phone, put on his headphones, and played the last part of the clip: his mother kneeling between two beggars, her mouth open, her tongue sticking out, moaning hoarsely:
“Cum in my mouth, dad… let me drink your beggar sperm, dad… it’s smelly but so good… gulp gulp…”

He pulled his pants down to his knees, his 18cm cock popped out, standing straight up, the head glistening with lubricant. His hands were stroking frantically on the sofa, his eyes glued to the screen, his mouth muttering:

“Mom… you are a whore… I want to fuck you… I want to cum in your pussy…”

In less than 40 seconds, he shot. The first shot hit his chest, the second shot hit his stomach, and the third shot hit the sofa. His hot, thick semen mixed with the scent of the 6 strange men’s semen still lingering in the air. He lay there panting, semen still leaking from the tip of his cock, but his cock was still hard and refused to go limp.

Mrs. Lan came out of the toilet, wearing only a tiny, wet towel, revealing most of her breasts and butt. She glanced at her son curled up on the sofa and smirked:

“What are you doing with your face so red, you pervert?”

Minh stammered: “Yes… I… it’s too hot…”

Mrs. Lan sneered, stepped over him, and intentionally let the towel slip down a bit, revealing her red nipples with dried semen stains:

“If it’s hot, take it off. Why wear it?”

She walked past, leaving a trail of water and a few drops of semen on the floor.

From that night on, the atmosphere in the house changed completely.

Every night, at exactly 11 o’clock, Minh locks his room door, turns on the speaker, turns on the volume low enough to hear, and watches the video of his mother being a prostitute over and over again without getting bored.

Mom’s moaning voice echoed in the darkness:
“Your beggar’s dick is so big… fuck me… shoot it into my uterus, daddy… the sperm smells so bad but tastes so good… ah ah ah… this bitch is addicted…”

Minh lay on his back on the bed, his pants down to his ankles, his hands pumping frantically. He shot 4-5-6 times every night, his sperm shooting onto the ceiling, the wall, the phone screen, the picture of his mother in a white ao dai teaching on the wall. Some nights he shot seven times, his semen diluted because he had run out, but he kept pumping because he couldn’t stop.

He also secretly rummaged through the trash can in his mother’s toilet, took out the panties covered in dried semen and pussy juice that his mother had thrown away, pressed them to his nose and inhaled the suffocating fishy smell, then ejaculated all over the panties, muttering:

“Mom’s pussy… smells so bad… smells so good… I want to lick your pussy… I want to fuck you…”

One day he crawled out of his room at 2am, pressed his ear against his mother’s door, and heard her masturbating alone:

“Ugh… ugh… I want cock so much… beggar cock… worker cock… fuck my pussy… shoot your cum inside… ah ah…”

Minh stood outside the door and jerked off, ejaculating onto his mother’s door, his semen flowing down the crack of the door.

But after just a few days of watching the same video over and over again, he started to get… a little bored.
He wanted something new.
He wanted to see it with his own eyes.
He wanted to smell it with his own nose.
He wanted… he wanted to be the next guy to cum in his mother’s pussy.

And you know, that day is coming.

He took the phone, opened the clip of his mother kneeling and begging for sperm, looked straight into the camera (as if his mother was looking at him), and whispered:

“Tonight… I will fuck you.
I will fill your womb like those beggars.
You will have to call me… Dad.”

His cock was hard again, leaking semen continuously. Trong Long decided to follow his mother to film a new clip.

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