Mom had to get down on her knees.

I found out about it by accident when I returned to the cafe for my forgotten phone. I couldn't believe my eyes. How could they have forced her to do this.

I lost $10,000 to the cafe owner, Marat, in a card game, but I thought it wasn't for real. Marat didn't really pressure me, he just told me to call my mom.

My mom, a gentle 39-year-old blonde, came to the cafe at my request. I thought she would explain that it was a joke and no one was going to pay $10,000. Oh, Natalia Alexeevna, they took my mom by the arms and led her deeper into the building. I wanted to go with them, but Marat told me to leave, that they would

sort it out themselves. Marat was only a couple of years older than me, and his friends were even my age. I left and walked along the embankment. We didn't often go to the seaside with my mom, and then I remembered I had forgotten my phone at the cafe and went back.

What I saw made me freeze in my tracks. My always strict, proper mom was obediently on her knees, with Marat's cock in her mouth. Mom was looking submissively at the guy, only a couple of years older than her son. Marat was enjoying himself, his cock actively thrusting into the woman's mouth.

My God, I thought, what happened, how did they get her on her knees. The worst part was that there were three other guys next to Marat; they had pulled the straps of my mom's sundress off her shoulders and were groping her breasts. Suddenly I realized my mom was crying. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.

The woman didn't expect to be treated like this at the resort she was so eager to take her son to. She didn't think that literally on the second day she would have to get on her knees in front of her son's casual acquaintances.

But the threat to stab her son, to humiliate him, over a $10,000 gambling debt broke the woman. Natalia Alexeevna only asked:

"Pavlik, son, how could this be? Is this true?"

"Yes, but it's not really for real," her foolish son tried to smile.

"Alright, off you go, Pavel," Marat immediately sent him out of the room. "You understand, Natalia, what you're going to do now, right? You understand you'll have to get on your knees in front of us?" After that, threats against her son poured in; the woman couldn't bear it and sank to her knees in front of the scoundrels.

Marat immediately unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock, and brought it to the woman's lips.

"Well! What are you waiting for? Open your mouth!" Natalia obediently opened her mouth.

The scoundrel's cock immediately penetrated her throat, while the others began kneading her breasts.

Of course, one of the rapists pulled out a phone. The video of an adult woman giving blowjobs to four men at once would make her submissive in the future. Everyone understood that Natalia would have to get on her knees in front of them more than once.

Natalia was crying as one scoundrel raped her mouth. The others removed her clothes.

After that, Natalia had to get on all fours; leaning over the table, the woman endured two at once—one entered her from behind, the other raped her mouth.

She had no idea that her son, her Pavlik, was hiding terrified at the far end of the cafe. After all, it was his stupidity that put her on her knees today. She also saw the phones, saw that they were filming her, which meant they would do this to her again.

And yet, like many ordinary Russian women, she had begged her sons not to gamble, not to put their young mothers in a position where they would have to get on their knees.