The Heroic Adventure of the Straw Doll

I have a son who locked himself in his room after dropping out of school due to repeated bullying. This led to a divorce from my husband after we fought over whose fault it was. Now, I rarely see him outside his room, and he's given up trying to find a job or improve his behavior, which is getting worse and worse.

I've stopped having expectations for my son because of his terrible attitude, which he uses to handle everything. So, I decided to put all my expectations on my eldest daughter, who, unlike her younger brother, constantly strives.

On the other hand, my son is still socially part of the family, though the reality is he refuses to reintegrate into society, contributing nothing and being more of a burden. That's why, to at least try to correct his behavior, I decided to hire a "teacher" to take charge of rehabilitating him so he can return to society.

"Alright, first I'll program the phone, then I'll start recording,"

"Yes, of course,"

Currently, I'm also taking these classes as part of my son's rehabilitation. So far, I've taken several classes and been impressed by what I learn in each one.

Normally, the "teacher" would come to this house to give the classes, but I thought it would be simply boring to wait for her arrival. So, I asked my daughter to play the role of the "teacher" and me that of the student.

So, my daughter now holds the smartphone in one hand while recording the content of the lessons the "teacher" left for me.

"Start the lesson!"

"Yes! ♡ Thank you very much! ♡♡"

The moment I heard my daughter's words, I felt an immense motivation to fully immerse myself in practicing the lesson. First, I displayed my current outfit: a tight uniform, the wrong size and full of holes, so that my breasts and vagina were clearly visible.

"Today I'm going to give a complete education on how a perverted woman like me ♡... begs you to train me ♡♡"

I lifted my skirt, which is too small to cover my panties, then lowered my hips even further and stood with my legs wide open, making a peace sign while exposing my swollen nipples. I also took the business card with my photo from my breast pocket and showed it, holding it in my mouth.

It's natural to do all this when taking the classes, although it's a bit embarrassing to think about my age while bowing down as I'm being filmed. Especially knowing that these images will be distributed along with my business card, spreading the fact that I'm a pervert in training.

"Umm, the next thing you need to do, Mom, is a summary of the previous sessions."

"Yes! I was a pervert who had given birth to two children, but having a lustful body, I seduced my handsome subordinate and asked him to rape me."

I raised my hand like a child eager to answer, and the force of it made my large breasts jiggle.

"At first he didn't want to, but soon it became fun... In the end, I became a perverted, masochistic bitch begging for his cock. ♡"

The content of the previous lesson was to understand the feelings and thoughts of young people the same age as my son. I was impressed when my teacher told me that the best way to do this was to have sex with a subordinate the same age as my son, so I asked a handsome subordinate the same age as my son to have sex with me.

Since then, my department colleagues have spread the word that I'm a pervert who wants to have sex with men the same age as my son. They slap my ass when I walk past them while I suck their dick during work hours.

"Hmmmm...♡"

"Stop drooling and continue, pervert!"

"I'm sorry!"

Right now, I have to focus on my practice; however, it seems I made this decision too late as my daughter, impersonating the teacher, scolded me.

"After that, my boss, whom I hate, called me... and as a reward, he treated me very well. ♡ Now the entire workplace knows that I'm the kind of weak bitch who gets so nervous just from having her breasts rubbed and someone whispering in her ear. ♡♡ Nnhiiiiiii!!!"

In reality, I had also begged my incompetent boss for his penis. However, even though I thought our relationship would end after that, the worrying thing is that he keeps inviting me out. But well, I never refuse the invitation because it helps me with my review.

Thanks to that, my entire career and the image I had built within the company up to now have been wasted. Now, my superiors and subordinates treat me like a perverted woman who asks for cock wherever she goes, but it can't be helped.

While I was thinking about that, my daughter's hand began to grab my breasts with all its might.

"Show me the results of that practice!"

"Yes! ♡ I'm going to cum with my breasts! ♡♡"

Just as my daughter said, I had a spectacular orgasm, and then, unable to support myself, I collapsed on the spot. I lay on the floor trying to calm my breathing, but my daughter's hands did not stop.

"Mmmmmmm♡"

"Haa... Mom, don't you think it's bad to be so perverted?"

"I think so♡ I'm sorry♡ Mom is a pervert♡"

I was convinced that my training was bearing fruit. This will definitely help rehabilitate my son.

"Pervert! Pervert! Pervert!"

"I'm sorry♡ I'm sorry♡ I'm sooo sorry♡♡"

My breasts were stomped on while my daughter shouted insults as I apologized. Then my daughter took out a jump rope, which she wrapped around my body, holding me in place so I couldn't move up or down.

"I wonder if they're simply neglecting me...♡"

"No, it's not that. I was just trying to keep you from going crazy. 'Recess'."

The moment I heard those words, my mind suddenly cleared. I regained my senses and remembered what I had been doing until then.

"Noooooooooo!!"

I screamed and tried to squirm, but the restraints prevented me.

At work, I begged my superiors and subordinates for sex, and they called me a pervert. I lost my position, and I must give my daughter strict training to turn her into a good masturbator. They tell her it's a mother's duty to satisfy her children's sexual needs. The most terrifying thing is that they made us believe all of this was common sense.

"...Solve this! Please! Please!"

"You can't, Mom, you still need to practice."

I feel like I'm going to faint, but I can't. I have to leave before I lose my mind again. With just this thought filling my mind, I desperately plead with my daughter who is by my side, but she coldly refuses.

Her eyes were hollow and lifeless, and she was clearly not in her right mind. I suppose she had been brainwashed just like I was before.

"Remember! This is madness!"

"...Time's up."

She didn't seem to hear my desperate attempts to persuade her and simply stared blankly at the clock...

"Stop..."

"The break is over, Mo-agh!"

"Huh?"

But when I thought I was going to lose my sanity again, my daughter fainted, and what appeared behind her was...

(I've come to help!!)

A straw doll?