Chapter 62
My mother swam like a silver fish, plowing through the water in a desperate attempt. The feeling of being chased, of two hot young bodies pressing in behind her, made a real panic rise in her chest. The joke had gone too far. The sticky lotion on the beach had been a warning, and now, in the vast sea, she was completely alone. She was no longer the game master, she was the prey.
Ahead, a large rock loomed like a savior. A crazy plan formed in my mother’s mind: she would swim around the rock, using it as a barrier to shake off the hungry wolves, then swim back across to the main beach, where her husband and the others were. A sensible plan. A deadly plan.
She used all her remaining strength, her arms stroked more strongly, her body gliding through the turquoise water. She heard Nam’s hearty laughter, Khoi’s provocative calls from behind, but she did not turn around. The exit was right in front of her.
As she swam past the outer edge of the cliff, a brief feeling of relief washed over her. But it was gone in an instant. Beyond the cliff was not a path, but a cove, a quiet stretch of water surrounded on three sides by towering, moss-covered rocks. A perfect natural trap. A dead end.
My mother froze, her heart sinking. She turned around, and her worst fear was realized. Khoi and Nam were swimming slowly towards her, blocking the only exit. Their dark shadows were cast against the blue sea and the bright sky behind them, like two sea demons rising from hell.
The cheerful atmosphere of the beach was gone. There was only the sound of the waves crashing against the cliffs, a monotonous and menacing sound, like my mother’s own pounding heartbeat. The smell of damp seaweed and the pungent smell of seawater filled my nose, mixed with the scent of sunscreen still on my mother’s skin, creating a smell of depravity.
My mother stepped back, her back against the cold, rough rock. The contrast between the cold rock and the warm water around her made her shiver. She gasped, her full breasts in her bright red bikini rising and falling with each breath. She tried to use her teacherly authority to hide the trembling in her voice.
“You two stop! What are you doing following her here?”
Nam grinned, a predatory grin. He swam closer, so close my mother could feel the heat radiating from his body.
“You run, we chase,” it growled, its voice hoarse with lust. “It’s a game, girl. Now you lost, so you have to pay.”
Khoi didn’t say anything. He just smiled, a smug and cruel smile. He swam back from the other side, forming a pincer movement with Nam, forcing my mother against the cliff. He reached out, not to touch her, but to swim to the back of her neck.
“Don’t…” My mother only managed to utter a weak sound.
His hand found the knot of her bikini strap.
A jerk.
The knot came untied. The crimson cloth floated on the water like a crushed flower petal.
My mother’s plump, white breasts bounced freely under the clear water. They did not sag, but retained an amazing firmness. Her smooth, porcelain-white skin contrasted with her pale pink areolas and her dark red nipples, hardened by the cold and the stimulation. They quivered with each wave, like two peaches inviting people to pick them. The cool water caressed her bare skin, a feeling that tickled, shamed, and excited to the point of madness.
“Fuck…” Nam breathed out, his eyes almost falling out. “So fucking beautiful…”
It couldn’t wait another second. Like a hungry beast, it pounced. Its rough hands grabbed its mother’s breasts. It wasn’t caressing, it was squeezing, kneading, and taking. Its calloused fingers clamped around the sensitive nipples and rubbed them hard.
“Ah!” My mother screamed in pain. She reflexively raised her arms to cover her chest, but it was too late. Khoi was there. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the rock wall.
“Leave me alone, Miss My,” he whispered, his hot breath on her face.
Then, he pressed his lips to hers, silencing her cries for help with a deep, wild, and possessive kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, not giving her a chance to breathe.
My mother was nailed to the cliff. Her mouth was locked. Her hands were held tight. And her breasts, her pride, were being mercilessly tortured by Nam. He squeezed them, kneaded them like two balls of dough, occasionally bending down, using his teeth to lightly bite her nipples, causing my mother to jerk in Khoi’s arms.
Khoi’s kiss was no longer a kiss. It was an invasion. His tongue searched, sweeping every corner of my mother’s mouth, wild and possessive. At the same time, Nam’s two hands were still kneading her breasts, rough and merciless. My mother was nailed to the cliff, attacked from both sides, with no room to escape. The saltiness of her tears mixed with the saltiness of the sea and the fishy taste of desire in her mouth. She had completely surrendered.
Khoi finally pulled away, leaving a clear string of saliva between his lips. He was panting, his eyes red with desire as he looked down at my mother’s body. His gaze swept over Nam’s red handprints on her breasts, then stopped at the last piece of bikini fabric covering her most private area.
“Take this off too,” he whispered hoarsely.
My mother didn’t react. She just closed her eyes, her body trembling.
Nam, with the impatience of a hungry animal, did not wait any longer. “Let me!” he roared.
It dove under the clear water. My mother just saw a dark shadow move, then a strong tug at her waist. The red swimming trunks were pulled down, stuck around her ankles like useless handcuffs.
Her entire lower body was completely exposed.
The plump, well-groomed pussy, with its pubic hair trimmed into a small triangle, was now swollen, its pink lips parted like an inviting clam. Between the lips, a stream of clear, slippery fluid continued to ooze out, glistening in the dim light of the cove. It was a picture both innocent and utterly lewd.
Khoi swallowed hard. He had seen it before, but that was in a dark, hurried room in my house. Now, in the light of day, in the clear water, its naked beauty was like a punch to the face.
“Oh my god…” he moaned, his voice filled with ecstasy. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen it… It’s still beautiful.”
He couldn’t wait another second. He dove down, pressing his face between my mother’s thighs.
My mother jumped when she felt his hot breath on her most sensitive place. She reflexively clamped her legs together, but it was too late.
Khoi’s mouth was covering her pussy.
The feast of tongues begins.
His tongue, unlike Nam’s roughness, was extremely skilled. It was soft, slippery, and technical. It began by licking along the slit, tasting the salty taste of the sea mixed with the sweet, characteristic taste of a woman’s pussy. It was like a small snake, creeping into every crevice, exploring every fold.
Then, it found its target. The small, pretty clitoris, swollen and hard as a red bean. His tongue began to swirl around it, gently, teasingly. My mother let out a moan, her hands, which had been pressed against the rock wall, now clutching the slippery moss.
Khoi felt her trembling. He increased his speed. He used his lips to suck the clitoris hard, a loud “slurp” sound was heard. Then he released it, using the tip of his tongue to rub it hard. The “slurp” sound of water rang out continuously, a vulgar and obscene sound, but in this situation, it was insanely stimulating.
Meanwhile, Nam didn’t leave my mother alone. Seeing Khoi monopolizing the “main dish”, he decided to “enjoy” the remaining portions. He pressed close to my mother from behind, his mouth devouring her slender shoulder, leaving a red bite mark. “Damn, My’s skin smells so good,” he muttered.
His two hands continued to knead his mother’s breasts. He used two fingers to pinch her nipples and mercilessly rubbed them back and forth. “Your breasts are delicious too. They’re big and soft.”
My mother was completely lost. She was sandwiched between two boys, being attacked from all sides. Below, her pussy was being tortured by a skilled tongue, bringing sweet, numbing pleasure. Above, her neck and breasts were being torn apart by a wild animal, bringing pain and humiliation.
Her mind had completely surrendered. Her body was now just a machine of instinct. Her back arched, her ass bounced out of the water, unconsciously pressing her pussy deeper into Khoi’s mouth, like a silent plea.
Her moans were no longer suppressed. They escaped her throat, at first in broken “uh… ah…” sounds, then in long, drawn-out moans of pleasure.
“Ah… ah… Khoi… so good… lick more baby… That’s right… there… suck hard… Ah… so good…”
She had completely surrendered to the pleasure. She was no longer a victim, she was a recipient. She was begging, encouraging her attacker.
Khoi, hearing those words, became even more excited. His tongue moved at a frantic pace. He felt his mother’s pussy contract violently, signaling an impending orgasm.
Nam, seeing that, was also jealous. He used both hands to squeeze his mother’s breasts at the same time, as a final push.
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My mother’s body tensed up like a string about to snap. She no longer moaned, but sobbed, the sounds of someone at the peak of her endurance. Her pussy contracted violently, clamping down on Khoi’s mouth and tongue, as if wanting to crush him, as if wanting to suck him whole.
Khoi could feel it. He knew his prey was about to climax. A wild, triumphant smile appeared on his wet face. He would be the one to bring this orgasm. He increased his speed. His tongue was no longer teasing, but a frantic attack. It sucked, rubbed, and swirled at my mother’s swollen clit with an unimaginable speed.
Nam, standing behind, could feel the change too. He saw my mother’s body trembling. He saw her white buttocks tightening. Jealousy flared in his eyes. He couldn’t let Khoi have this victory all to himself.
“Fuck! That feels good!” it growled, its voice full of anger.
He used both hands to squeeze my mother’s breasts at the same time. A cruel squeeze, pouring all his jealousy and lust into it.
The final push has come.
The simultaneous stimulation from both sides, from her pussy being tortured to the extreme and her breasts being crushed, broke my mother’s last limits.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
A scream tore through the quiet of the cove. It wasn’t a moan, it was a scream of release, a scream of pure instinct as it exploded.
My mother’s whole body convulsed violently as if she had been electrocuted. Her back arched, forming a perfect bridge, her buttocks bouncing out of the water. Her hands, which had been gripping the rock wall, clenched, her white fingers scratching at the moss. Her feet in the water were stretched out, her toes curled.
And then, the flood came.
From deep inside her pussy, a stream of white, viscous, hot liquid spurted out. It wasn’t a stream, it was a shot. A powerful, white flood, shooting straight into Khoi’s mouth, into his face.
Khoi did not avoid it. He was like a pilgrim receiving holy water. He tilted his head back, opened his mouth, and swallowed my mother’s fluid. He let the “flood” flow down his face, over his chin, mixing with the seawater. The sweet, strong, and fishy taste of that primordial liquid filled his mouth. He swallowed it, not missing a single drop.
After the first shot, my mother’s pussy continued to contract, pushing out more streams of white fluid, weaker but still relentless. Her whole body shook with each tremors, the aftershocks of the pleasure earthquake.
Finally, when the last spasm passed, her body went limp. She collapsed forward, her head on Khoi’s shoulder, completely exhausted. If he hadn’t held her, she would have sunk. She gasped for breath, each breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps. Her eyes were closed, but a tired, satisfied smile played at the corners of her lips.
Khoi slowly lifted his face out of the water. His whole face was covered with my mother’s white, slimy “spoils of war”. He didn’t wipe it away. He licked his lips, then looked at Nam with the eyes of a victor.
Nam looked at that scene, his eyes red. He looked at Khoi, who had just “enjoyed” a sumptuous feast. He looked at my mother, who was bowing her head weakly and seductively. Then, he looked down at his own cock, which was painfully erect, swollen with unsatisfied desire.
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The orgasm had just passed, leaving a deathly silence. My mother leaned against the cliff, her body limp, without any strength left. She was panting, her chest heaving, her eyes closed. Her face, smeared with her own pussy juice and Khoi’s saliva, looked both tired and strangely satisfied.
But that silence only lasted a few seconds.
“Fuck! That felt good, didn’t it? Now it’s our turn!”
Nam’s growl broke it all.
My mother slowly opened her eyes. The high of orgasm had passed, leaving behind a frightening clarity. She saw two wolves in front of her. Khoi, his face still covered in “trophies”, was looking at her triumphantly. Nam, his eyes were bloodshot, his face flushed with jealousy and unsatisfied desire. And most importantly, she saw two erect, purple, swollen cocks, pointed straight at her like two gun barrels.
She understood at once. If she refused, if she said “No,” they would go mad. They would no longer care about their hands or their mouths. They would tear her apart right here.
*”Must satisfy them,”* a cold thought ran through her mind. *”Otherwise, they will go mad. But absolutely cannot let them in. This is the only way.”*
Nam couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled down his swimming trunks, revealing his thick, potato-sized, throbbing cock. “Miss My, let me put it in you!” he screamed.
Khoi also pulled down his pants. His cock wasn’t as big as Nam’s, but it was longer, and had a proud curve. “Me too, miss!”
They approached, intending to force her into another orgy.
But, something unexpected happened.
My mother, instead of panicking, smiled slightly. A tired smile, but powerful and mysterious. She shook her head slowly.
“No,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with moaning. “No sex!”
The two boys stood still, their faces bewildered.
“But…” my mother continued, her eyes sliding over their throbbing cocks. “…I will make you feel good.”
She waved a finger, a queenly gesture.
“Come here.”
Khoi and Nam, though not understanding what was going on, slowly approached as if hypnotized. They stood in front of her, their two erect cocks just inches from her naked body.
My mother, still leaning against the cliff, slowly stretched out her arms.
Two white, soft hands, with long slender fingers of a teacher, now about to do the most lewd work.
Each of her hands grasped a cock.
A hot, hard feeling entered her palm. She squeezed lightly. Both boys groaned at the same time.
And then, she began.
My mother’s hands, practiced and experienced, began to move. She didn’t rush. She took her time, slowly, jerking us both off. Her palms slid along the shaft, her thumbs lightly brushing the bulging veins, her fingers wrapping around the base.
“Ugh… ah… so good, teacher…” Khoi was the first to moan.
The satisfaction of being cared for by the woman they desired made them forget their original intentions. But they would not leave her alone. Desire had to be exchanged.
While my mother’s hands were busy, theirs also started to act.
Nam, with his rough nature, reached out and grabbed his mother’s still trembling breasts. He squeezed and kneaded them, his thumb and index finger clamping the nipples, rubbing them back and forth. “Miss My’s breasts are really soft… It feels so good to squeeze them…” he muttered.
Khoi was different. His hands reached behind, cupping his mother’s round buttocks. He squeezed hard, his fingers digging deep into her flesh, pulling her close to him, letting her lower belly rub against him.
A crazy scene unfolded. My mother, with one hand, was giving Khoi a blowjob, with the other hand, giving Nam a blowjob. At the same time, Nam was raping her breasts and Khoi was taking advantage of her ass.
The sound of skin slapping against skin, the sound of water splashing, and the moans of all three people mixed together, forming a symphony of depravity.
“Hurry up girl… faster…” Nam growled, he squeezed my mother’s breast tighter.
“Ah… almost out… almost out, teacher…” Khoi was also panting.
My mother felt the two cocks in her hands jerking. She sped up, her hands moving at a breakneck speed.
“Growl… Aaaaaaaaaah!”
Both boys let out one last roar, then shot their sperm.
A white flood.
Their semen, hot and thick, splattered everywhere. It shot onto Mom’s hands, her arms, her stomach, and her breasts, which Nam was squeezing so hard. Some even shot onto her chin and neck.
My mother’s whole body was covered with their sticky, fishy liquid.
After the shooting, the two boys gasped for breath, their bodies limp. They let go of my mother and staggered back.
My mother slowly released my flaccid cocks. She looked down at her body, at her semen-covered hands. She didn’t look disgusted. She just looked utterly lewd.
She quietly immersed herself in the water, using the sea water to wash away the traces of her orgy. She washed her hands, her stomach, her breasts, slowly and deliberately, like someone who had just finished a hard task.