A Strange Encounter with a Prostitute

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My surname is Du, given name Risheng, nicknamed "The Lone Wolf." I'm over forty this year, not quite fifty yet, but I'm definitely a seasoned veteran. My grandfather was from Shanghai, but my father isn't sure if he is; my grandmother wasn't sure either. However, my father said that there used to be a Mr. Du in Shanghai who was quite successful, but unfortunately, his name was unlucky—"Yuesheng," meaning moonlit night, which is why he couldn't be in the light and had to go into the underworld. He hoped I would be like that Mr. Du, wealthy and powerful, but he didn't want me to be involved in the underworld like him. So he changed my name to Risheng, hoping I could become an official. Unfortunately, my father married too late; I wasn't born in the Qing Dynasty era. Despite my hard work and diligence, I've never been able to find an official position. Thinking about it now, I feel useless and truly ashamed of him. The only thing I can barely comfort myself with is that although I can't become an official, I at least have a manager position; I'm currently the purchasing manager of an international trading group. As the purchasing manager of a trading company, such social engagements were unavoidable. Besides, I don't consider myself a gentleman; on the contrary, my biggest flaw is my lust. Logically, I should be very interested in prostitutes. But quite the opposite, I've never felt any interest in them. Whenever I go to nightclubs or similar establishments, I always go alone, never bringing any girls along, hence my nickname "the loner." Until about six months ago, one day I was entertaining some clients from South America. During the day, I took them to visit several factories, and after dinner, as usual, I took them to a nightclub. I don't know if it was because I drank too much, or if the weather was just too hot that day, but after dropping them off at their hotel, I didn't want to go home immediately, so I wandered aimlessly around the area. It was almost one o'clock, and the number of pedestrians was about the same as during the day, the only difference being that the white-collar ladies of the daytime had all transformed into sexy prostitutes. As I walked, several women approached me and chatted with me. I was getting really annoyed, so I turned into a side alley to avoid their nagging. But as soon as I entered, a figure darted out of the darkness. I initially thought I'd been robbed, and my drunkenness vanished instantly; I instinctively took two steps back. But I quickly realized it wasn't a robber, just another prostitute looking for a client. As I calmed down, I was about to unleash a torrent of abuse when she spoke first: "Boss, you…do you want a companion? Price is up to you, and you can even stay overnight." Judging from her voice, she seemed quite old, and I couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Damn it, another prostitute, and an old one at that." But out of curiosity, wanting to see just how old she was, I took another step back, using the streetlight to get a better look at her. In the dim light, I saw a slender middle-aged woman, around thirty or forty years old, her long hair casually clipped back with a hairpin. She was looking down at the ribbon of her outdated floral dress, and I could vaguely see her body trembling slightly. My attention shifted to her chest, and I noticed her breasts were quite large, completely disproportionate to her petite frame. On a whim, I reached out and pressed my hand against her chest. To my surprise, she responded quite strongly. I saw her quickly take a step back, letting out an "Ah!" and saying to me in a tone almost like scolding, "What do you want?" I was both annoyed and amused, thinking, "So she's a newbie." Pretending to be angry, I said, "Miss, you're out selling yourself, customers have the right to look at the merchandise first. If you don't let me touch it, how am I supposed to know if your breasts are real or fake? Looks like you don't want to do business." Sure enough, upon hearing this, she immediately took two steps forward and said to me in a tense and helpless tone, "Boss, feel it, mine... mine are definitely the real deal." This further proved that she had no experience dealing with customers. At this point, the distance between us was much closer, and I could finally see her face clearly. She had an oval face, crescent-shaped eyebrows, a pointed nose, and thin lips; she looked to be about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old. Although not a stunning beauty, she had a refined appearance and a melancholic gaze, giving her a unique, pitiful beauty. I looked her over carefully again, and a sudden thought popped into my head: "This woman seems polite and decent-looking. Why not patronize her and see how good she is in bed? If she's good, I can just book her. Anyway, almost all the girls in nightclubs are pretty but not very attractive. I can't always end up with a 'chicken-and-egg' situation every time I go out with clients." So, I took out a stack of about ten hundred-dollar bills from my pocket and handed them to her, saying, "You look like you're new here, so I won't take advantage of you. It's a thousand for the night, but let's be clear beforehand. I have quite a few requirements, so don't come back later saying this won't work or that won't do. If there are no problems, I can pay first. If I do a good job, I'll give you an extra tip." She stared at the stack of bills in my hand, but didn't reach out to take them for a long time. I assumed she thought the price was too low, and I was a little annoyed, so I coldly said to her, "Sister, many of the girls upstairs don't even cost 800 for an overnight stay. Name your price." She immediately replied, "No, don't misunderstand. I just wanted to make a deal with you, boss. If you want to stay overnight, could you come to my place? I... I really can't stay out all night." I felt strange, suspecting she had ulterior motives, and was about to say, "How could that be?" She probably noticed my suspicion and continued, "Boss, to be honest, I have a sixteen-year-old son with intellectual disabilities. I don't dare leave him alone in the hotel for too long. If it's convenient, could you please come to my place? I promise you, I... I will serve you with all my heart." Seeing her pitiful appearance, she didn't seem like someone with ulterior motives, and being a womanizer, I readily agreed to go with her. Just in case, I called my friend at the police station to let them know I was safe. She waited until I finished my call before leading me through the alley and walking for about ten minutes to a rather dilapidated, run-down hotel. As soon as I entered, a guy—I couldn't tell if he was the owner or a waiter—greeted me rudely and loudly said, "You're back just in time. Next time you go out, please keep an eye on your precious son. He just ran off and stole our snacks. How are you going to settle this score?" She apologized a dozen times, saying it wouldn't happen again. But the guy wouldn't let it go; his foul mouth kept hurling insults, getting increasingly harsh. I saw her eyes redden from his tirade, almost to the point of tears. Seeing all this, I suddenly felt there was something inexplicable about this middle-aged woman. Deep down, I felt a strong urge to protect her, but on the other hand, I also seemed to want to toy with and abuse her. My feelings were conflicted, beyond words. Looking at that guy's dog-like face, his mouthful of yellowed, blackened teeth, and his menacing, snarling manner, I couldn't help but get angry. I decided to stand up for her, so I deliberately pulled out a wad of cash worth about twenty or thirty thousand yuan, took two hundred-yuan bills in front of him, and threw the money in his face, saying, "It's just a little snack, take this and buy some more. Is that enough?" I've seen plenty of guys like this; they're utterly condescending. Seeing how generous I was, he immediately changed his attitude, becoming all smiles and thanking me several times. I was too lazy to argue with this kind of person; all I wanted was to get back to her room as quickly as possible to see how well-endowed she really was. So, without looking back, I put my arm around her and made her lead me to her room. She seemed very grateful that I had helped her out of that predicament, and led me up to her room on the second floor, asking me my surname along the way and saying I was a very kind person. I told her my surname was Du, but I wasn't a kind person; she seemed not to believe me. She had always called me "boss," but after learning my surname was Du, she changed to calling me "Master Du." I laughed and said, "I'm not that old, am I?" So she immediately changed her address again, calling me "Young Master Du." I had originally wanted to ask her not to call me "Young Master," but in the end, I thought better of it. I also asked her what her name was, and she said it was Feng Yulan. We chatted and walked until we reached the door, where she took out a key and bent down slightly to open it. I stood behind her and saw her slightly raised buttocks. I couldn't help but reach out and touch her, letting out a soft gasp. But I quickly regained my composure, continued unlocking the door, and turned back to me with a smile, saying, "Please come in. It's a simple place, please don't mind." The room was indeed quite sparse. Besides a very old double bed, there were only two dilapidated sofas barely fitable. There wasn't even a television, let alone a dressing table. However, at least there was a bathroom in the room, so I didn't have to go outside to use a public one. I went into the bathroom and saw that there was a flush toilet and a white bathtub. But they were completely Dadaist art; I guessed few people in the world would enjoy them. But nothing is absolute, and then, someone like that appeared before me. I saw a tall, muscular young man wearing a faded tracksuit, lying comfortably in the bathtub, completely unaffected by the years of residue on it, just sleeping with his mouth wide open. I turned back...Looking up at Feng Yulan, I pointed to the man in the bathtub and asked, "Is this your son? He's quite tall." She nodded and replied, "He had a fever when he was little, which damaged his brain; now he looks like a seven or eight-year-old." Then, in an almost pleading tone, she said, "He usually sleeps very soundly and won't wake up so quickly. It's too late, so how about letting him sleep in the bathroom? I promise he won't disturb us." At first, I wasn't really willing to let him stay in the room, but seeing her pleading expression, I couldn't bear to refuse her. I could only make a "it's okay" gesture, indicating that I would do as she said. She seemed relieved, forgetting to ask me whether she would take a bath or not, and simply closed the bathroom door. Then, as if afraid I would change my mind, she hurriedly started taking off her clothes. Seeing her flustered and confused, I found it quite amusing and couldn't help but laugh out loud, saying, "Why are you in such a hurry if I'm not? Are you afraid I'll kick your son out, so you want to get rid of me as soon as possible? Ha, ha. Besides, I'm covered in sweat. Even if you don't mind my masculine smell, I can't stand it myself." She then realized that neither of us had showered yet, but her son was sleeping in the bathroom, and for a moment she looked completely at a loss. I thought to myself, if I'm going to play the good guy, I might as well go all the way. Since I'd already paid for the encounter, I didn't need to worry about spending another thousand or so. So I went up and gently patted her shoulder, comforting her, "It's alright, let him continue sleeping. Wait for me a moment, I'll go and ask someone to open another room next door, we can go there to take a shower." After I finished speaking, she suddenly leaned into my arms and said to me in a very moved tone, "Young Master Du, you're so kind. I brought Erniu from the countryside to see a doctor, but the illness wasn't cured, and we spent all our money. We even owe the villagers a lot of money. Now, going back is not an option, and not going back is not an option either. I was really desperate, so I had to swallow my pride and become a prostitute. Don't laugh at me, I've been standing on the road for almost twenty days, and you're my seventh customer. None of the previous people treated me like a human being, only you..." Seeing that she was getting more and more upset, I could only hug her tightly and comfort her, saying, "We're destined to meet today. As long as you serve me well, I will definitely not treat you badly. I'm also someone who left my hometown and came across the ocean to make money. My wife isn't by my side, and I've been wanting to find someone to keep me company for a long time. Now, let's see..." "Do you think we get along?" I couldn't have been clearer, but after hearing this, she seemed a little incredulous and muttered to herself, "I'm almost forty, not some virgin anymore. I have a mentally challenged son, and my mother and my youngest daughter in the countryside. It's a family of four. I wouldn't dare hope for anyone to take me in; I'd be content just to avoid starvation." I knew she was just venting, so I was even more direct with her, "Don't think I'm just bragging. You're not much older than me, but when it comes to companionship, of course, I want someone understanding and someone who suits my taste. To be honest, I was too promiscuous when I was younger, and now simple missionary isn't enough for me. But with so many different things, even the younger girls can't handle it, so I really want to find someone more experienced as a companion, but unfortunately, I haven't met anyone yet." Hearing me say this, she was probably filled with hope, so she eagerly urged me to find someone to book another room. Of course, I was eager to experience her skills in bed as soon as possible, so I rushed downstairs, found that repulsive guy from before, and asked him to book another room. Money talks, and within minutes, I had her in my arms and led her into the next room. I closed the door and turned around to see her standing confidently by the bed, beginning to unbutton the back of her dress. She unbuttoned it slowly, glancing at me every now and then. It seemed she was observing my reaction while undressing. I gave her a thumbs up, indicating my appreciation for her movements. Encouraged by me, she undressed even more vigorously. Soon, she had taken off her dress, then her bra and panties, finally standing naked before me. I stepped forward, intently admiring her naked body. I noticed that although she hadn't been out of the countryside for long, her skin was still quite fair. Looking at her breasts, they were indeed well-endowed, each one the size of a papaya, and the nipples were particularly large, like two dried red dates, making me want to pinch them hard. Her pubic hair was very sparse, making her already slightly protruding mons pubis appear even fuller. The only pity was that she was, after all, middle-aged; her lower abdomen was inevitably plump, and her muscles were somewhat loose. Also, perhaps due to having given birth to two children, her labia were rather dark. But to me, I was quite satisfied with her figure. Like a connoisseur, I simply leered at her naked body, occasionally touching and pinching her body here and there, indulging in caresses. She cooperated quite well, letting me touch her until I felt I had had my fill, and then she began to undress me. She folded my clothes neatly first, then softly asked, "Would you like to shower first? Or… or shall we shower together?"Looking at her breasts again, they were indeed well-endowed, each the size of a papaya, and the two nipples were particularly large, like two dried red dates, making one want to pinch them hard. The pubic hair between her legs was very sparse, making her already slightly protruding mons pubis appear even fuller. The only pity was that she was, after all, middle-aged, and her lower abdomen was inevitably plump, and her muscles were somewhat loose. Also, perhaps because she had given birth to two children, her labia were rather dark; but to me, I was already very satisfied with her figure. Like a connoisseur, I just leered at her naked body, and from time to time, I touched and pinched her body here and there, indulging in caressing her body. She cooperated quite well with my caresses, until I felt I had satisfied my urges, and then she began to undress me. She folded the clothes I had taken off first, and then asked me softly, "Would you like to take a shower first? Or... or shall we do it together?"Looking at her breasts again, they were indeed well-endowed, each the size of a papaya, and the two nipples were particularly large, like two dried red dates, making one want to pinch them hard. The pubic hair between her legs was very sparse, making her already slightly protruding mons pubis appear even fuller. The only pity was that she was, after all, middle-aged, and her lower abdomen was inevitably plump, and her muscles were somewhat loose. Also, perhaps because she had given birth to two children, her labia were rather dark; but to me, I was already very satisfied with her figure. Like a connoisseur, I just leered at her naked body, and from time to time, I touched and pinched her body here and there, indulging in caressing her body. She cooperated quite well with my caresses, until I felt I had satisfied my urges, and then she began to undress me. She folded the clothes I had taken off first, and then asked me softly, "Would you like to take a shower first? Or... or shall we do it together?"

I laughed and pulled her into the bathroom, answering her question with actions. The bathroom facilities in this room were much better than her previous one. However, I was still very reluctant to stand in the bathtub to shower. So, we stood on the edge of the tub, hastily washing each other's private parts, thus completing our pre-shower ritual. After leaving the bathroom, I lay down on the bed first and saw her gesture as if asking if I wanted the light turned off. I shook my head to indicate that I didn't need it. Then, she took a pack of condoms from her pocket, held it to me, and asked, "Shall I help you put it on?" I snatched the condoms away and threw them forcefully onto the floor at the foot of the bed. Then, looking at her, I smiled and said, "I want to do it for real with you." She seemed a little surprised, and blushed slightly, saying, "Aren't you...aren't you afraid I'll get dirty?" I hugged her and gently kissed her cheek, saying, "Aren't you afraid? Aren't you afraid I won't be clean?" She didn't answer, but also expressed herself through actions. I watched as she slowly bent down, opened her mouth, and took my penis into her mouth. I lay on the bed, closed my eyes, and enjoyed her oral service. Unfortunately, her oral sex skills weren't very good. She seemed to sense that I didn't appreciate her skills, so she kept glancing at my response as she performed the service. I knew she was trying very hard and putting her heart into it. To avoid hurting her enthusiasm, I let her continue for over ten minutes. Finally, feeling that I couldn't take it anymore, I told her to stop. I turned over and lay face down on the bed, raising my buttocks slightly, saying, "Come on, lick my asshole." She seemed hesitant at first, but soon she pressed her face against my buttocks, and I felt her tongue, massaging my anus with the tip. The sensation was far more pleasurable than before. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Mmm...mmm, so good! Put your tongue in a little more." I knew that not every woman could accept anal licking, but she was so obedient, licking as I asked. Just that alone made the thousand yuan worthwhile. I felt her warm tongue moving in and out of my anus, an indescribable pleasure, an endless stimulation. Before long, my penis naturally became engorged and hard. She licked me for about four or five minutes until I was satisfied and told her to stop. I turned back to lie flat on the bed and gestured for her to sit. She quite tactfully straddled my legs, guiding my penis with one hand to her vulva, then forcefully sat down, instantly plunging my entire penis deep inside her, the glans and shaft completely enveloped by her vaginal walls. Seeing her legs spread wide, her buttocks pressed against my thighs, her clitoris and pubic hair seemingly kissing each other, I couldn't help but thrust my hips upwards with all my might, wishing I could shove my scrotum into her vagina as well. She seemed to be in a little pain from my thrusts; she frowned, took a deep breath, and then began to exert force with her thighs, her buttocks rising and falling dramatically, performing a "lotus position" thrusting motion for me. In this position, I hardly needed to exert any effort, and the penetration was exceptionally deep, each thrust reaching the very end before fully penetrating—the feeling was, of course, indescribable. But for Feng Yulan, who was sitting on top of me, it wasn't so easy; she could only use her legs and vagina to bear her own weight and the force of each thrust. Therefore, she quickly became exhausted and had to bend over, supporting herself on the headboard to relieve the pressure. I watched her large breasts, like two papayas, getting closer and closer to my face, especially her two long, thick, dark nipples, which swayed back and forth in front of me, occasionally brushing against the tip of my nose, a slightly itchy sensation. So I moved my head up slightly and then took one into my mouth. At that moment, it felt like I was holding a grape. Perhaps because it was so unusually large, no matter how much I licked and sucked it, it remained soft and showed no sign of hardening with stimulation. The more I sucked, the more interesting it became, and I even started to gently bite it with my teeth. Perhaps without realizing it, I bit her nipple harder and harder, and I heard her soft cry of pain. I felt increasingly excited. Her piston-like movements on my penis felt good, but the rhythm and speed weren't entirely within my control, no longer satisfying me. So, I released her nipple and said, "Come on, let's change positions." She slowly stood up as I instructed, then lay face down on the bed with her buttocks facing upwards. Originally, I intended to give her a "doggy style" position, but as I squatted behind her, preparing to insert my penis into her vagina, I suddenly changed my mind. Because her buttocks were raised, her buttocks naturally parted, fully exposing her dark brown anus to me. I cursed myself inwardly: "How stupid of me to not think of her back door. Leaving such a good asshole untouched, where is the justice?" I spat on my penis and then pressed the head of my penis against her anus. She must have realized what I was about to do. She turned her head to look at me and whispered, "Young Master Du, you...you should be gentle." Then she immediately turned her head back, pressing her face against the pillow, completely submissive. Seeing her so understanding, I was overjoyed. I quickly grabbed my hard penis with one hand and placed the other on her buttocks, pushing forward with all my might. With a scream from her, my entire penis was fully inserted into her anus. At first, I was somewhat gentle, slowly thrusting in and out. As I fucked her anus, I listened to her breathing become increasingly rapid, feeling her anus gradually tighten; seeing her skin crawling with goosebumps and her body trembling more and more violently, I felt incredibly aroused. Later, the beastly nature buried deep within me was completely awakened. All I wanted was to ravage and abuse her; there was no room for gentleness anymore. My thrusts into her anus grew increasingly rough and forceful, like a pile driver, each stroke a full-force effort. I don't know how long I fucked her, but I could hear her panting and pleading, "Ah...ah...please be gentle...it's so tight...oh...please have mercy on me, please...oh...Young Master Du, I really can't take it anymore." As her pleas grew more and more desperate, I was nearing my climax. I was afraid she really couldn't take it anymore, and if she started to move or struggle at my most crucial moment, disrupting my rhythm, wouldn't all my efforts be wasted? So, I pressed on like I was riding a horse, grabbing her hair with one hand and slapping her buttocks hard with the other, saying, "Ugh...ugh...be good, don't move, it'll be over soon." As soon as I finished speaking, my whole body felt like it had been electrocuted, and I involuntarily shuddered a few times. Then, hot semen gushed from the tip of my penis, like a volcanic eruption, injecting deep into her anus. After ejaculating, I gestured for her to get me a cigarette from my clothes. Seeing her limping as she walked, her buttocks clenched tightly, I felt a little guilty and asked, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?" She handed me the cigarette and gently shook her head. I lit the cigarette, took two deep drags, and patted the bed lightly, gesturing for her to lie down. Then, I put my arm around her, smoking as I said, "Believe it or not, I haven't felt this satisfied in a long time, but I hurt you, I..." She pressed her hand to my mouth, stopping me from continuing, then buried her face in my chest and said, "I'm fine. Seeing you happy makes me happy too." I stroked her hair and said, "I think you shouldn't stand on the street anymore. Tomorrow I'll find you and your son a nicer place to live. You can move there, and I'll come see you whenever I have time, okay?" Hearing her softly say, "Whatever you say," I felt very satisfied. So, I put out my cigarette and held her as we fell asleep. When I woke up, I looked at my watch; it was almost seven o'clock. Before leaving, we made love again standing up in the bathroom. After returning to the company, I was busy with two meetings until after three in the afternoon when I finally had some free time. During my break, I asked my secretary to bring me the key to the dormitory room the company had assigned to me. I then instructed her to arrange a car for me to pick up Feng Yulan and her son as soon as I got off work. Originally, I wanted to call her first, but unfortunately, I didn't have the hotel's number and had forgotten its name, so I had to give up. By the time everything was arranged, it was past six o'clock, and I immediately drove to the hotel where Feng Yulan was staying. When she opened the door, I saw her holding a lunchbox, chasing her son around the room, feeding him. Looking at the lunchbox, I saw only a few yellowed, old vegetables and two thin slices of fatty pork. Even a dog wouldn't necessarily eat that, let alone a person. Speaking of her son, I really felt sorry for her. Last night, due to various reasons, I hadn't seen him clearly, but now he actually looked quite good, and more importantly, he had a very athletic physique, quite tall and strong. It's just a pity he's mentally challenged. I vaguely remembered Feng Yulan mentioning that her son's name was Erniu, so I went up to him and said, "Erniu, why are you being disobedient? You won't eat when Mom feeds you." Erniu looked at me, pointed to the lunchbox in his mother's hand, and said, "Those vegetables are so bitter, I don't like them." I turned around and said to Feng Yulan, who was standing behind me, in a slightly scolding tone, "And you too, how could you buy this kind of thing to eat? You used the money I gave you yesterday, I...""I said I'd come pick you up today, what are you afraid of?" She seemed aggrieved, lowered her head and whispered, "I thought you were joking, I never thought you'd actually come." I said to her sincerely, "It's hard to blame you, I can't completely trust a stranger either. But as time goes on, you'll see I'm a person of my word." After saying that, I took the lunchbox from her hand, casually threw it into the trash can, and continued, "Come on, pack your things, we'll go have dinner first, and then take you to your new home." "Although she didn't say anything, I knew from her eyes and the way she packed her luggage that she was very happy. Her and her son's luggage was just as simple as their accommodation, and they finished packing quickly. After calculating the hotel rent, I took them to a restaurant I knew well, booked a VIP room, ordered a table full of dishes, and opened a bottle of red wine. We ate and drank until we were both drunk and full before I took them to my dormitory. That dormitory was assigned to me by my company; it wasn't very big, with only two rooms. Since I had another place to live, that dormitory had been vacant, but it was cleaned weekly, so it didn't need any further tidying up." I checked them in. After settling them in and giving her my phone number and several thousand yuan in cash, I prepared to leave. She seemed surprised that I wouldn't stay the night and asked, puzzled, "You...you're leaving? Is your wife waiting for you at home?" I shook my head and smiled, saying, "No, my wife is with my mother back home; she didn't come with me." I reached out and touched her breast, continuing with a grin, "I have a lot of work to do at the company tomorrow, and I'm afraid I won't sleep well if I stay." I didn't know if she was scared of the unfamiliar place or genuinely didn't want me to leave, but she held my hand tightly, refusing to let me go. Unable to resist her persistence, I finally agreed to stay. She was overjoyed and insisted on preparing my bathwater, saying she would help me to bed. I said I wasn't in a hurry to sleep and suggested she check on her son first, and then help me after he fell asleep. She said it was fine, her son would sleep by himself, and insisted on taking me to the bathroom with her. In the bathroom, however, things were quite different. She had me stand in the bathtub, and she expertly lathered my entire body with soap, especially when she washed my penis; the technique and pressure she used were simply masterful. I couldn't help but sigh with pleasure, and gently pinched her cheek, half-jokingly, half-complimenting her, saying, "Strange, how come I didn't notice last night that you're so good at washing people here? Much better than your oral skills. Ha...ha...did you practice when you were washing your son? If so, then you might as well practice your mouth more; your blowjob skills aren't quite there yet." As the saying goes, "What is said without intention may be taken to heart." I was only saying it as a joke. To my surprise, she blurted out, "So you're just like Erniu, you don't like me using my mouth..." Then, her expression changed, probably realizing she'd let something slip. She looked embarrassed and tried desperately to salvage the situation, saying, "When I help him bathe, I don't touch him there..." This kind of "protesting too much" trick couldn't possibly fool me. I knew there must be some hidden story behind it all. To get her to reveal her secret, I decided to play hard to get. Pretending not to notice the flaws in her words, I said seriously, "Let me teach you. When you suck, use your tongue more. Your mouth is too tight. Like last night, I only sucked a few times before your teeth hit me and it hurt a little." She probably thought I hadn't noticed, and her expression relaxed considerably. She nodded and said, "Okay, I'll try it next time." Then, I chatted with her about all sorts of things for a long time until she helped me rinse off the soap suds. I was sure she was completely off guard when I suddenly asked her, "By the way, speaking of which, when you gave Erniu a blowjob, did he ever ejaculate in your mouth?" She wasn't prepared for my trick and fell right into my trap. Without thinking, she replied, "Only once." As soon as she finished speaking, she realized she'd been tricked, but it was too late. Her face flushed, and she quickly changed the subject, saying, "Didn't you say you had a lot to do tomorrow? Let me dry you off. Go to sleep." I stared at her with ill intent, grinning, "I don't want to sleep right now. Tell me, what did it feel like when you were giving him a blowjob?" She fled the bathroom, looking incredibly embarrassed; of course, I wouldn't let her off so easily. Seeing her run out of the bathroom, jump onto the bed, and hide under the covers, I followed her in. Under the covers, I groped her all over, tickling her relentlessly, persistently pressing her about her son. She couldn't withstand my combined soft and hard tactics, her relentless pursuit. Finally, she revealed the whole story to me. It turned out that Feng Yulan married her husband at a young age. Her husband's surname was Chen, and he was a very honest farmer. Later, she gave birth to Erniu. Erniu was originally a twin, but the first one was born stillborn, so he was the only son left. Although heartbroken, the couple was content that they could keep one child, and with the government's strong push for the one-child policy, they had no plans to have another. However, when their son, Erniu, was eight, he suffered a severe illness that damaged his brain, leaving him with no intellectual development beyond that of a seven or eight-year-old. The couple was devastated, and her husband decided to try for another child. After struggling to raise the fine, they were shocked to find that their daughter was born. Enraged and desperate, her husband mistakenly drank pesticide instead of alcohol on their daughter's one-month birthday, leaving them behind and passing away. She was already struggling to care for two children alone. Later, her mother persuaded her to sell the farmland and house her husband had left behind and move back to her parents' home. She thought that since her mother also lived alone, they could take care of each other. So she sold the land and house and took her two children back to her parents' home. In the blink of an eye, the grandmother, grandson, and their two sons had lived together for several years. Life was tough, but they lived peacefully and harmoniously. Until a little over a month ago, their lives changed. It turned out that her son, Erniu, while his intellectual development remained at a childhood level, was physically normal, even abnormally so. However, due to his intellectual disability, Erniu required constant care from his mother, including bathing, eating, dressing, and sometimes even toileting. Therefore, compared to other mothers, Feng Yulan was intimately familiar with her son's entire developmental process. Several months ago, she had noticed something strange about Erniu. During bath time, he would occasionally grope her, which she initially dismissed. However, last month, after cleaning his penis and preparing to wash other parts of his body, Erniu suddenly grabbed it with one hand, grinning foolishly, and said to her, "Hehe...Mom, look, it doesn't need to be eaten; it gets bigger by itself. Aren't I amazing?" Hearing her son say this, Feng Yulan instinctively felt something was amiss, so she deliberately asked Erniu, "That place is for peeing, who said you can eat it with your mouth?" Erniu scratched his head and said, "Grandma said that if I eat my penis, it will get bigger quickly. Hehe...I didn't believe it at first, but later..." "Grandma really ate my penis, and it really did get bigger. But now that no one's eating it, why does it still get bigger?" Feng Yulan told me. When she heard her son say that, she knew something was wrong, so she asked him, "When did Grandma start eating your penis? Besides eating your penis, did Grandma teach you anything else?" Erniu replied, "Grandma also taught me how to play the train through the tunnel." She had a vague idea, but she still couldn't help but ask her son, "How do you play the train through the tunnel?" Erniu waved his hands and said, "I won't teach you. Grandma told me that I must never tell you about us playing the train through the tunnel. I won't say anything." Feng Yulan also told me that after she found out, she was furious and wanted to confront her mother immediately. But then she thought that family scandals shouldn't be spread outside the family. If things really broke down and the whole thing was made public, it wouldn't do any good for the family. So she decided to keep quiet and wait a while before making any plans. However, to prevent the relationship between the grandmother and grandson from escalating, she decided to take Erniu away for a while. That's why she thought of bringing Erniu to see a doctor. Feng Yulan also said that her mother initially strongly opposed it, but later, perhaps through casual conversation, she revealed that she knew about her mother's affair with her grandson, and her mother stopped talking. After coming from the countryside to the city, she found the cost of living in the two places vastly different. She had only lived there for less than a month when all her money was gone, and she was forced to sell herself to earn a living. She told me that since her husband's death, she had become accustomed to a life of emptiness and loneliness, and her body and mind had become indifferent. Unexpectedly, after receiving two or three clients, her body underwent a change without her realizing it. Soon, even the still water in her heart came alive and became turbulent. She said that at first, when she received clients, it was okay, perhaps because she was surprised and shy, and she didn't have much of a physical response. However, people aren't plants, and as she had more sexual relations, she naturally developed needs. But a client is a client; he doesn't care whether you come or not, he just wants to ejaculate and that's it. At first, she could hold back, but soon she really couldn't take it anymore. That's when...Two days before I met her, she had a good day with two customers. She felt a need while with the first customer, but he was useless and finished quickly. Less than half an hour later, she found a second customer. This guy's penis was even worse, but his finger skills were absolutely top-notch. He made her wet and aroused, but before he could even penetrate her, he ejaculated on her thigh. After he left, she tried to relieve herself, but instead of stimulating herself, she felt an even stronger need. Her genitals were swollen and hot, and she kept leaking fluids until midnight, unable to sleep. Her son was sleeping next to her, and as fate would have it, just as she was burning with desire and about to lose control, she suddenly felt something hard pressing against her buttocks and heard Erniu in his sleep, laughing and saying in his sleep, "The train is going through a tunnel." Instinctively, she reached behind her back, intending to push Erniu away, but instead, she touched his penis. To make matters worse, Erniu had somehow managed to pull it out. So, what Feng Yulan pressed down on wasn't just her son's penis, but his hard, hot, and completely exposed penis. At that moment, she was completely out of control, her mind filled only with images of sexual intercourse. She thought to herself that since she had already sold herself, it didn't matter who penetrated her; at least her son was cleaner than those clients. Besides, Erniu had slept with his grandmother, so letting him sleep with her mother now shouldn't cause him much harm. So she steeled herself, took off her already soaked underwear, turned her back to her son, gripped his penis tightly with her other hand, aimed it at her own vulva, and swayed her buttocks back. That night, the mother and son consummated their marriage. The more I listened, the more unbelievable it seemed. I had read many stories of incest within a family in books, but this was the first time I had ever heard it directly from the person involved. It was truly thrilling. As I fantasized about the incestuous relationship between the mother and son, I continued to press her, asking, "How long did you two play? Did he ejaculate inside you? Did you play with him again afterward?" I bombarded her with several of the most embarrassing questions. She covered her face with her hands in shame, saying, "Please stop, okay? I've told you the most shameful things, just let me go and don't ask anymore." Of course, I wasn't going to let her off so easily. I removed her hands from her face and looked at her, saying, "It's not shameful at all, I like hearing it." Seeing that I didn't show any disdain, only a lustful gaze, she hesitated for a moment before saying, "I forgot how long we played. I only know that he… he ejaculated inside me… and then I slept with him a few more times." "I suddenly remembered, so I asked her, 'After we finished this morning, did you go see your son?' She hid her head under the covers and said, 'No in the morning. But...but at noon...' I slapped her butt through the covers and said, 'So you went to see your son after we finished, which means I didn't satisfy you, right? Ha...ha...I'm going to fuck you until you're broken.' She poked her head out from under the covers, kissed my cheek first, and then whispered in my ear, 'You still say that? I just couldn't stand it because you made me want it all day...Anyway, it's all yours, so if you're willing to fuck it until it's broken, then fuck it.' Then, she actually stuck out her tongue and gently licked down my chest, while her body slowly moved down as well. She licked my chest and abdomen with her hot tongue. Maybe she knew I didn't appreciate her oral sex skills, so when she licked my penis, she didn't stay for long, just held my glans in her mouth for a while, and then moved on to lick my scrotum." To make it easier for her, I raised one leg, and she rested her head on my other thigh, her tongue licking my scrotum incessantly, circle after circle. Her licking made me feel numb and itchy, and with her nostrils pressed against my anus, the tip of her nose occasionally rubbing back and forth at the opening, it felt quite stimulating and pleasurable. She continued licking for a while, then suddenly sat up, giving me a half-smile and gesturing for me to turn around. So I turned over, lying flat on the bed with my back facing the sky. I felt her hand gently stroking my buttocks, and I heard her whisper, "Raise it a little higher, otherwise how can I kiss you?" I knew she was going to lick my anus, so I obediently raised my buttocks. Sure enough, I immediately felt her tongue pressed tightly against my anus. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of her licking my anus, while fantasizing about her incestuous relationship with her son. Before I knew it, my penis had become erect. I told her to lie flat on the bed, to hold onto her thighs with both hands, and to raise her lower body as high as possible, spreading her legs as wide as possible until her entire genitals were facing the ceiling. I was very satisfied with the position and posture, so I used a "Mount Tai Press" technique, pressing down on her. I thrust wildly into her vagina about a hundred times, watching her enormous breasts, like two water-filled balloons, sway and bounce in front of me with the rhythm of my thrusts. After about ten minutes, I felt I was nearing my climax, so I asked her to play with her breasts for me. I watched as she squeezed her large breasts tightly with her hands, occasionally using her fingers to pull her nipples high and long. Watching her already unusually large nipples flattened from their original round shape was incredibly arousing. The thought of her being fucked by her son, possibly doing the same thing, instantly aroused me to the peak. I felt my semen shooting into her uterus, one spurt after another. After ejaculating, I held her and we sat on the bed to rest. I took a cigarette from my pack on the bedside table and noticed a perfume candle nearby. So, while lighting the cigarette, I lit the candle as well. Then, with the cigarette in one hand and her breasts in the other, I started chatting with her casually. Our conversation mostly revolved around her and her son. She answered all my questions frankly, but it was almost always me asking and her answering; she never initiated conversation. I tried to get her to invite her son over to play, but she said it was too late and refused. I knew I couldn't force her. Thinking there would be plenty of time, I gave up. We chatted for a while longer when she suddenly pressed her hand to her genitals, blushing and letting out a soft gasp, "Oh, could you please get me some tissues?" I knew it was the semen I'd ejaculated inside her, now flowing back out. I reached for the tissue box on the bedside table, intending to grab a few tissues for her. However, when I saw the perfumed candle on the table, I immediately changed my mind. I picked it up and quickly brought the candle close to her vulva. I guessed she never imagined I'd burn her with a candle, and given how fast I moved, she probably mistook it for me wiping her with tissues. I only saw her remove her hand from her genitals and, quite deliberately, spread her legs a little wider. I'd only intended to scare her with the candle, to play a joke on her. But seeing her vulva completely exposed, like an undefended city, entirely within my attack range, I was suddenly seized by a childlike impulse and actually dripped wax onto her vulva, laughing as I said, "Come on, let me seal the opening with wax so it doesn't all go to waste." In a flash, seven or eight drops of scalding wax rained down, landing on her vulva. I heard her cry out in surprise and pain, then I saw her spring up from the bed. I thought I was in for a good scolding and was about to apologize. But to my surprise, she seemed completely unperturbed. Instead, she grabbed some tissues and covered the sheets. Then, she plopped down on the tissues and lay back down in the same position I had been in when I burned her. I couldn't help but swallow hard, feeling a sense of unreality. Seeing her so compliant and submissive to me, I felt I had gone too far. But seeing her weak and pitiful expression, I couldn't resist the urge to torment her a little. In my internal struggle, I glanced down at her and saw her lying flat on the bed, her eyes tightly closed, her chest rising and falling slightly, her legs spread wide. When I saw the few drops of blood-red wax tears on her vulva and labia, I finally couldn't resist and used the candle in my hand to burn her again. At first, I concentrated the heat of the wax tears only on her vulva. But later, I burned almost every part of her body, though I still focused on her breasts, vulva, and anus. Her whole body was covered in wax tears, and she trembled incessantly. Her hair was disheveled, her hands gripped the sheets tightly, and beads of sweat streamed down her forehead like raindrops onto the pillow. I don't know how long I burned her, but when the seven or eight-inch candle in my hand was reduced to a stub, I finally blew it out, satisfied. Then, I went up to her and put her on all fours, roughly cleaned the candle from her anus, grabbed her long hair with one hand, and without saying a word, started fucking her anus. As I fucked her, I slapped her buttocks hard with my hand until my own palms hurt, but I still didn't stop. I...I thrust and pounded, and after what seemed like an eternity, I suddenly heard her panting and moaning, "Mmm...mmm...husband, it's my fault, I'm incapable of having a son...punish me, mmm...mmm...you can fuck me until I'm broken, I'm useless, when that loser gets bigger, I want her to have a son with you...ah..." The more I listened, the more excited I became, and I rambled on and on, saying, "Mmm...mmm...I'm not only going to get your daughter pregnant, oh...oh...I'll get your mother pregnant too, okay?" She shook her hips wildly, her voice becoming very hoarse, saying, "Okay, ah...ah...okay, husband, get that old slut, that old whore pregnant, mmm...mmm...let all three of us—grandmother, granddaughter, and mother and daughter—have children for you...ah...husband...I can't take it anymore, I'm coming again." And so, amidst her lewd moans, I ejaculated all my semen into her anus again. I slept poorly that night, having a series of bizarre dreams. I woke up just as dawn broke and saw her still fast asleep, naked. So I went to the bathroom alone and quickly took a shower. When I returned to the bedroom to change for work, I saw her struggling to get out of bed. As I put on my socks, I said to her, "Don't sleep a little longer, it's only seven o'clock." She said sleepily, "I'll make you breakfast." I went over, kissed her forehead, and gently helped her back to bed, saying, "No need, someone at my company will buy me breakfast. You should sleep a little longer." Afraid she would insist, and also afraid she would be too tired, I quickly opened the door and left the bedroom before she could say anything more. I originally wanted to close the door behind her, but when I turned back and saw her naked sleeping position, I changed my mind. Instead of closing the door, I left it completely open before leaving. As usual, after returning to the company, another busy day began. Strangely enough, I felt like I suddenly became much younger, a kind of bewildering feeling, as if I had returned to the days when I first met my wife and started dating her. Before lunchtime, I had already called her twice to go see her. In the afternoon, I called again. Originally, I planned to rush back to see her after get off work, but then the Qingdao branch called, saying there were some problems, and the boss needed me to go there that night to handle them. Reluctantly, I called her again, saying the company needed me to go to Qingdao immediately, and I might not be back for eight or ten days. We parted reluctantly on the phone, wishing each other to be careful. That evening, I flew to Qingdao. What should have been ten days of work, I completed in an astonishing five days. The boss, unaware of my ulterior motives, even gave me two weeks of leave. I called Yulan to tell her about this unexpected success, and she was very happy. So, after handing over the remaining tasks, I immediately left Qingdao and returned to Guangzhou. As the saying goes, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder." When I returned and saw her, she was exceptionally warm and welcoming. I had originally planned to take her and her son out for dinner, but she firmly objected, insisting on cooking for me herself. Seeing her enthusiasm, I reluctantly agreed. I noticed the refrigerator was overflowing with food, and all the seasonings and other daily necessities were readily available; in just a few days, she had transformed the place into a truly "homey" space. I watched her busy washing vegetables and chopping meat in the kitchen. Her son, Erniu, was hiding in his room, playing alone with the toys I had bought for him in Qingdao. I turned on the TV for a while, but finding it uninteresting, I went to the kitchen to watch her cook. She was wearing a white sleeveless turtleneck blouse and a pink floral maxi skirt. Because her nipples were particularly large, it was obvious to everyone that she wasn't wearing a bra. As she cooked, her two large breasts swayed back and forth, and I couldn't resist walking over, crossing my arms, and hugging her tightly from behind, while simultaneously kneading her breasts. She laughed and struggled a couple of times, saying, "My dear young master, stop it! I'm busy, or I'll burn the food." I ignored her and continued to rub her breasts through her clothes. Soon she stopped resisting and let me touch her all over. After rubbing for a while, I took advantage of the situation and slowly moved my hand down to her waistband, then slipped my hand inside her skirt. I casually touched it and was horrified to find that the area I touched was incredibly slippery. Where pubic hair should have been abundant, it was now completely barren, a veritable wasteland. I couldn't help but ask her curiously, "How did this happen?" She gently swayed her hips, half-jokingly pretending to pull her hand away, and said, "You still ask? It's all your fault. You got candle wax on someone that day and they couldn't wash it off, so I had to… had to shave it. Don't you like it?" I grinned and said, "It's best you shaved it. I already found it in the way, and I was planning to shave it all off for you. By the way, after you shaved it, does Erniu like it? How many times have you two played together these past few days?" I heard her give a soft "hmm" through her nostrils and say, "You always ask me these kinds of questions." I said, "What is it? Tell me." She seemed determined, refusing to answer no matter how much I pressed. I couldn't do anything about it, so I continued to caress her private parts. I slowly moved my hand down until my fingers touched her labia. Then I used my fingers to tease her labia and clitoris. I would occasionally tug at her labia and flick her clitoris. She didn't resist at all, and even cooperated by spreading her legs wider to make it easier for me to play with her vulva. I felt her vagina getting wetter and wetter, and I couldn't help but feel aroused. So I bent my palm, made my fingers into a crane's beak shape, and inserted them into her vagina, using my fingers to penetrate her vagina. She was facing the gas stove, cooking while letting me insert my hand into her vagina. It seemed like nothing was happening, but her movements while cooking were noticeably less nimble than before. After she finally finished cooking the dish of braised yellow croaker with vinegar, she said, her face flushed and panting, "Have you eaten... okay?" I thrust in and out a couple more times, and when I felt I had satisfied my urge, I pulled my hand out. Originally, I wanted to turn on the tap and wash my hands before eating, but when I saw the plate of Yunnan boiled pork on the counter, I immediately changed my mind. With my hand, still wet with her juices, I grabbed a small piece of meat and brought it to her mouth, saying with ill intent, "You've worked hard. Here, try it and see if it tastes good." She glanced at me first, then slowly opened her mouth, letting me put the meat in. She chewed and swallowed the meat, looking at me with a very puzzled expression when she saw my hand still near her mouth. I pouted at her, gesturing for her to lick my fingers clean as well. She hesitated for a moment, but still obediently put my fingers, still wet with her juices, into her mouth one by one. I watched as she licked every single one of my fingers clean before finally washing her hands and going to eat dinner, completely satisfied. Her cooking skills were quite good; she prepared three dishes and a soup, with fish, vegetables, and meat. The only pity was that during the meal, she was busy taking care of her son, so she couldn't be as attentive to me. After dinner, she busied herself clearing the dishes. I grabbed a can of beer from the refrigerator, sat on the living room sofa, and started reading the newspaper while drinking. As the saying goes, "When you're well-fed and warm, you think of lust," and I noticed I'd almost finished the can of beer, while she was still busy in the kitchen. I couldn't help but call out to her, "Are you done?" Then I saw her come out of the kitchen wearing an apron. As she took it off, she said to me, "Almost done. I'll bathe Erniu first, and then I'll come and keep you company after I've put him to sleep." Hearing her say she was going to bathe her son, I immediately had a bright idea. I casually said, "Then hurry up." She nodded and went into her son's bedroom. Sitting on the sofa, I vaguely heard her calling her son to bathe from inside the room, and then I saw her leading her son out of the room and heading towards the bathroom in the living room. I said to her, "Take him to the bathroom in our room to shower; there's not much hot water in the living room." She, unsuspecting, replied, "Okay," and led her son into our bedroom. I watched them go in, then quickly finished the can of beer I was holding. Afterward, I went outside our bedroom and waited a while until I heard water running from the bathroom. Then I walked in confidently, calling out loudly, "What's wrong? Is there enough hot water?" As soon as I entered, I saw Erniu standing naked in the bathtub, and Yulan standing beside it with a bar of soap, seemingly preparing to lather her son. The boy was incredibly tall, a full head taller than his mother. Looking at his thing again, it was absolutely terrifying. Even before it was erect, it was already as thick as a baby's arm. I thought to myself, "This little bastard really didn't get his name wrong; it really is as thick as a bull's. No wonder all the women in his family can't resist sneaking around." Yulan probably hadn't guessed my real purpose for coming in. She turned around, smiled, and said to me, "Soon, almost done." Then she turned back and started soaping her son. Without saying a word, I quickly took off my clothes, stood in the bathtub, and asked Erniu with a grin, "Erniu, Uncle will bathe with you, okay?" Erniu said stupidly, "Okay." Looking at Feng Yulan, she knew what I wanted to do. She looked at me with a strange expression, unsure what to do. I knew the key to success or failure lay in how I handled this moment. So I quickly put my hand on her shoulder and gently comforted her, saying..."We're not strangers, what's there to be shy about?" I paused, seeing she remained silent, seemingly offering no response, then continued, "Think about it, unless you don't plan to be with me, we have a long future ahead of us. You and Erniu are treating me like an outsider behind my back, that's not right. Why don't we all be more open-minded and live happily as a family, wouldn't that be better?" She seemed to have something to say but hesitated, her eyes flickering as she stared at me for a while before sighing and saying, "Don't be heartless to her in the future." After she finished speaking, she put down the bar of soap, as if she had a thousand words to say, but then glanced at me again, unsure what to say. Then, standing in front of me and her son, she began to take off her clothes, one by one. In my life, I've slept with quite a few women. But sleeping with another man and a woman at the same time—this was a first for me. Especially since they were mother and son; the thrill was indescribable. Therefore, after Yulan took off all her clothes, seeing the mother and son standing naked together, my penis immediately became erect. Yulan, like me, was probably preoccupied with her own thoughts, so neither of us spoke. For a moment, the bathroom was quiet, and the atmosphere was very awkward. Fortunately, that silly boy Erniu suddenly burst into laughter, breaking the awkward silence. I saw him clapping his hands and laughing, saying, "Ha...ha...So Uncle Ke's penis can get hard on its own!" I smiled and asked him, "Yes, does your penis get hard on its own?" He grinned innocently and said, "Sometimes it does, sometimes Grandma or Mom has to suck it for it to get hard." I continued, "Do you like them sucking your penis?" Without thinking, he answered, "Yes." I said, "Do you prefer Grandma or Mom sucking your penis?" This time he thought for a moment before answering, "I prefer Grandma sucking my penis. But I like playing train through tunnels with Mom more." I asked him, "Why?" He said, "When Grandma plays train through tunnels, she always sticks her fingers into my butt, which hurts. So it's not fun. But..." I love it when my grandma eats my penis. She eats both my big and small pee while she's eating it; it's so much fun. "I didn't quite understand, so I asked him again, 'What's big pee? Small pee? Are there different sizes of pee?' He said, 'Those yellow, watery spurts are big pee, and the white, gooey spurts are small pee.' Then, he scratched his head and asked me, 'Uncle Du, don't you know how to pee?' I suddenly realized what he meant and couldn't help but laugh out loud, saying, 'Yes, yes, of course Uncle knows how to pee.' I turned to Yulan and said, 'Looks like my mother-in-law is even more capable than you!' She blushed deeply, picked up the bar of soap next to the bathtub, and said, 'My young masters, please stop talking and go take a bath.' Then she got into the bathtub herself. After that, she soaped me and Erniu and washed us separately. She washed us first before starting to wash herself." I saw her breasts swaying back and forth as she lathered herself with soap, and I couldn't resist pulling her into a passionate kiss. Our tongues intertwined, and we kissed for a while. Afterward, I reached out and touched her vulva, finding it not very wet. However, I couldn't wait any longer, so I released her and gestured for her to turn around. She turned as I instructed, her back to me, facing her son. I brought my mouth close to her ear and whispered, "Why don't you kiss Erniu too?" She seemed hesitant, so I placed my hands on her back and pushed her forward until her nipples lightly touched her son's body. She still didn't move. Just as I was about to push her forward a little more, I heard her whisper to her son, "Erniu, be good, kiss Mommy like Uncle does." Her son, Erniu, that little rascal, you might think he's stupid, but he's not entirely stupid. He started kissing his mother, and they were really quite skilled at it. The two of them embraced each other's naked bodies, passionately kissing. As they kissed, I don't know when, Yulan's hand was now holding Erniu's penis, and she was constantly masturbating. She seemed very intoxicated, and she even let out a few soft moans from deep in her throat. I reached out and touched her vulva again, and found that it had suddenly become a vast ocean. When she kissed me before, although it was a little wet, it was nothing like this. However, strangely enough, I didn't feel angry at all. Instead, I was quite satisfied with her physiological response. I let them continue their passionate kissing in front of me for a minute or two, and then I slapped her buttocks hard and said, "Bend over, lift your buttocks up." I saw her put her hands on her son's body, and her body slowly arched into a right angle, her head and back gradually lowered to be parallel to her son's lower abdomen, and her buttocks slowly moved closer to me. I then gripped my penis and pressed it against her vulva, rubbing it back and forth. I kept stimulating her labia with the head of my penis, but I didn't penetrate her. She waited for a while, probably wondering why I was still standing there. So, she turned her head to see what I was up to. I gestured to her with the corner of my mouth, indicating that she and her son were giving me oral sex. She turned her head back, but due to the angle, I could only see part of her face. I vaguely saw her close her eyes, open her mouth wide, and suck her son's glans into her mouth. Then I saw her head bobbing up and down, giving her son oral sex. I was extremely excited and couldn't resist immediately mounting her, thrusting my penis into her vagina. But as soon as I started, I realized that due to the angle, I couldn't clearly watch them perform oral sex while having sex with her. If I wanted to see clearly, I had to lean my upper body outwards and tilt my head. Unfortunately, this position was too tiring, and after trying it for a while, I couldn't take it anymore. So, I had to have sex with her for a while, then watch her perform oral sex on me. It was incredibly tiring, but also much more stimulating than usual. Since I ejaculated inside her quickly, I didn't feel particularly tired afterward. I placed my hands on her back, sighed a few times, and rested for a while. I felt my penis gradually soften and slowly slide out of her vagina. I stepped out of the bathtub and sat on the toilet to rest. Turning my head, I saw her spitting out her son's penis and looking back at me. I saw her eyes were unfocused, her face flushed, her nostrils and mouth slightly opening and closing, her teeth clenched tightly—clearly she wasn't "satisfied." I grabbed two towels, tossed one to her, and said, "Here, dry yourself off. After you're done, take Erniu to our bed." Without waiting for her to say anything more, I dried myself with the towel and left the bathroom. A little while later, the three of us—the mother and son—were all standing naked by the bed. I lay down on the right side of the bed first. I looked up at the mother and son. I saw Erniu's penis; after his mother had blow-dried it, it was almost twice the size I remembered. The glans was like a tiny orange, and the shaft was as thick as a sugarcane. I secretly compared it to mine and felt a pang of sadness. The only consolation was that it was probably too big to fully engorged. So, while my old bird was much smaller, it seemed to have more sturdiness. I looked at Feng Yulan again. She pointed to the bed with one hand and gently nudged her son with the other, saying, "Sweetie, lie down on the bed." Then, the mother and son lay down beside me. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, she slept in the middle, with Erniu and me flanking her.I said, "I like it." I said, "Then do you prefer Grandma or Mom to eat your penis?" This time he thought for a while before answering, "I prefer Grandma to eat my penis. But I like playing train through tunnels with Mom more." I asked him, "Why?" He said, "When Grandma plays train through tunnels, she always likes to stick her fingers into my butt, which hurts. So it's not fun. But I like Grandma eating my penis. When she eats it, she eats both my big and small pee, it's so much fun." I didn't quite understand, so I asked him again, "What big pee? Small pee? Pee and..." "Are there big and small pees?" he said. "The yellowish, watery ones are big pees, and the white, splattering ones are small pees." Then, he scratched his head and asked me, "Uncle Du, don't you know how to pee?" I suddenly realized what he meant and couldn't help but laugh out loud, saying, "Yes, yes, of course Uncle knows how to pee." I turned to Yulan and said, "Looks like my mother-in-law is even better than you." She blushed and looked embarrassed, picked up the bar of soap next to the bathtub, and said, "My young masters, please stop talking and go take a bath." After saying that, she got into the bathtub herself. Then, she soaped me and Erniu and washed us separately. After she finished washing us, she started washing herself. I saw her two fleshy mounds swinging back and forth as she soaped, and I couldn't help but hug her and kiss her passionately. Our tongues intertwined and we kissed for a while. Afterwards, I reached out and touched her vulva and found that it wasn't very wet. However, I couldn't wait any longer, so I let go of her and gestured for her to turn around. She turned around as I meant, facing away from me and towards her son. I brought my mouth close to her ear and whispered, "Why don't you kiss Erniu too?" She seemed to hesitate, so I placed my hands on her back and pushed her forward until her nipples lightly touched her son's body. She still didn't move. Just as I was about to push her forward a little more, I heard her whisper to her son, "Erniu, be good, kiss Mommy like Uncle does." Her son, Erniu, that little rascal, you might think he's stupid, but he's not entirely stupid. He actually kissed his mother quite skillfully. The two of them embraced each other's naked bodies, kissing passionately. As they kissed, I don't know when, but Yulan's hand was already holding Erniu's penis, and she was constantly making masturbatory movements. She seemed very intoxicated, and she even let out a few soft moans from deep in her throat. I reached out and touched her vulva again, finding it suddenly swelled up like a vast ocean. When she kissed me before, it was a little wet, but nothing like this. Strangely enough, I felt no anger whatsoever; instead, I was quite pleased with her physiological response. I let them continue their passionate kissing in front of me for a minute or two, then slapped her buttocks hard and said, "Bend over, lift your buttocks." She placed her hands on her son, slowly arching her body into a right angle, her head and back gradually lowering to be parallel to her son's lower abdomen, while her buttocks slowly approached me. I then gripped my penis tightly, pressing it against her vulva and rubbing it back and forth. I kept stimulating her labia with the head of my penis, but ultimately didn't penetrate her. She waited for a while, perhaps wondering why I was still standing there. Then, she tilted her head to see what I was up to. I gestured to her with my lips, indicating that she and her son were giving me oral sex. I saw her turn her head back, but due to the angle, I could only see part of her face. I vaguely saw her close her eyes, open her mouth wide, and suck her son's glans into her mouth. Then I saw her head bobbing up and down, giving her son oral sex. I was extremely excited and couldn't resist immediately mounting her, thrusting my penis into her vagina. But as soon as I started, I realized that due to the angle, I couldn't clearly watch them perform oral sex while having sex with her. To see clearly, I had to lean my upper body outwards and tilt my head. Unfortunately, this position was too tiring, and after trying it for a while, I was already exhausted. So, I had to have sex with her for a while and then turn to watch her perform oral sex for a while. It was very physically demanding, but also much more stimulating than usual. Since I ejaculated inside her vagina quickly, I didn't feel particularly tired afterward. I put my hands on her back, breathed a few times, and rested for a while. I felt my penis gradually soften and slowly slide out of her vagina. I stepped out of the bathtub and sat on the toilet to rest. Turning my head, I saw her spitting out her son's penis, and she was also looking back at me. I saw that her eyes were unfocused, her face was flushed, her nostrils and mouth were slightly opening and closing at the same time, and her teeth were clenched tightly. It was clear that she was not "satisfied" yet. I grabbed two towels and threw one to her, saying, "Here, dry yourself off. After you're done, take Erniu to our bed." Without waiting for her to say anything more, I dried myself off with the towel and walked out of the bathroom. After a while, the three of us—me, her son, and I—were all standing naked by the bed. I lay down on the right side of the bed first and looked up at her and her son. I saw Erniu's penis; after his mother had blow-dried it, it was almost twice the size I remembered. The glans was like a tiny orange, and the shaft was as thick as a sugarcane. I secretly compared it to mine, and I felt a pang of sadness. The only consolation was that perhaps because it was so large, it couldn't fully become erect. Therefore, although my old bird was much smaller, in terms of sheer strength, mine seemed to be the more robust. I looked at Feng Yulan again, and saw her pointing to the bed with one hand and gently nudging her son with the other, saying, "Good boy, lie down on the bed." After saying that, the mother and son lay down together beside me. I don't know if she did it intentionally or unintentionally, but she slept in the middle, with Erniu and me flanking her on either side.I said, "I like it." I said, "Then do you prefer Grandma or Mom to eat your penis?" This time he thought for a while before answering, "I prefer Grandma to eat my penis. But I like playing train through tunnels with Mom more." I asked him, "Why?" He said, "When Grandma plays train through tunnels, she always likes to stick her fingers into my butt, which hurts. So it's not fun. But I like Grandma eating my penis. When she eats it, she eats both my big and small pee, it's so much fun." I didn't quite understand, so I asked him again, "What big pee? Small pee? Pee and..." "Are there big and small pees?" he said. "The yellowish, watery ones are big pees, and the white, splattering ones are small pees." Then, he scratched his head and asked me, "Uncle Du, don't you know how to pee?" I suddenly realized what he meant and couldn't help but laugh out loud, saying, "Yes, yes, of course Uncle knows how to pee." I turned to Yulan and said, "Looks like my mother-in-law is even better than you." She blushed and looked embarrassed, picked up the bar of soap next to the bathtub, and said, "My young masters, please stop talking and go take a bath." After saying that, she got into the bathtub herself. Then, she soaped me and Erniu and washed us separately. After she finished washing us, she started washing herself. I saw her two fleshy mounds swinging back and forth as she soaped, and I couldn't help but hug her and kiss her passionately. Our tongues intertwined and we kissed for a while. Afterwards, I reached out and touched her vulva and found that it wasn't very wet. However, I couldn't wait any longer, so I let go of her and gestured for her to turn around. She turned around as I meant, facing away from me and towards her son. I brought my mouth close to her ear and whispered, "Why don't you kiss Erniu too?" She seemed to hesitate, so I placed my hands on her back and pushed her forward until her nipples lightly touched her son's body. She still didn't move. Just as I was about to push her forward a little more, I heard her whisper to her son, "Erniu, be good, kiss Mommy like Uncle does." Her son, Erniu, that little rascal, you might think he's stupid, but he's not entirely stupid. He actually kissed his mother quite skillfully. The two of them embraced each other's naked bodies, kissing passionately. As they kissed, I don't know when, but Yulan's hand was already holding Erniu's penis, and she was constantly making masturbatory movements. She seemed very intoxicated, and she even let out a few soft moans from deep in her throat. I reached out and touched her vulva again, finding it suddenly swelled up like a vast ocean. When she kissed me before, it was a little wet, but nothing like this. Strangely enough, I felt no anger whatsoever; instead, I was quite pleased with her physiological response. I let them continue their passionate kissing in front of me for a minute or two, then slapped her buttocks hard and said, "Bend over, lift your buttocks." She placed her hands on her son, slowly arching her body into a right angle, her head and back gradually lowering to be parallel to her son's lower abdomen, while her buttocks slowly approached me. I then gripped my penis tightly, pressing it against her vulva and rubbing it back and forth. I kept stimulating her labia with the head of my penis, but ultimately didn't penetrate her. She waited for a while, perhaps wondering why I was still standing there. Then, she tilted her head to see what I was up to. I gestured to her with my lips, indicating that she and her son were giving me oral sex. I saw her turn her head back, but due to the angle, I could only see part of her face. I vaguely saw her close her eyes, open her mouth wide, and suck her son's glans into her mouth. Then I saw her head bobbing up and down, giving her son oral sex. I was extremely excited and couldn't resist immediately mounting her, thrusting my penis into her vagina. But as soon as I started, I realized that due to the angle, I couldn't clearly watch them perform oral sex while having sex with her. To see clearly, I had to lean my upper body outwards and tilt my head. Unfortunately, this position was too tiring, and after trying it for a while, I was already exhausted. So, I had to have sex with her for a while and then turn to watch her perform oral sex for a while. It was very physically demanding, but also much more stimulating than usual. Since I ejaculated inside her vagina quickly, I didn't feel particularly tired afterward. I put my hands on her back, breathed a few times, and rested for a while. I felt my penis gradually soften and slowly slide out of her vagina. I stepped out of the bathtub and sat on the toilet to rest. Turning my head, I saw her spitting out her son's penis, and she was also looking back at me. I saw that her eyes were unfocused, her face was flushed, her nostrils and mouth were slightly opening and closing at the same time, and her teeth were clenched tightly. It was clear that she was not "satisfied" yet. I grabbed two towels and threw one to her, saying, "Here, dry yourself off. After you're done, take Erniu to our bed." Without waiting for her to say anything more, I dried myself off with the towel and walked out of the bathroom. After a while, the three of us—me, her son, and I—were all standing naked by the bed. I lay down on the right side of the bed first and looked up at her and her son. I saw Erniu's penis; after his mother had blow-dried it, it was almost twice the size I remembered. The glans was like a tiny orange, and the shaft was as thick as a sugarcane. I secretly compared it to mine, and I felt a pang of sadness. The only consolation was that perhaps because it was so large, it couldn't fully become erect. Therefore, although my old bird was much smaller, in terms of sheer strength, mine seemed to be the more robust. I looked at Feng Yulan again, and saw her pointing to the bed with one hand and gently nudging her son with the other, saying, "Good boy, lie down on the bed." After saying that, the mother and son lay down together beside me. I don't know if she did it intentionally or unintentionally, but she slept in the middle, with Erniu and me flanking her on either side.She sucked her son's glans into her mouth, and then I saw her head bobbing up and down as she gave him oral sex. I was incredibly excited and couldn't resist immediately mounting her, thrusting my penis into her vagina. But as soon as I started, I realized that due to the angle, I couldn't clearly watch them perform oral sex while I was having sex with her. To see clearly, I had to lean my upper body outwards and tilt my head. Unfortunately, this position was too tiring, and after trying it for a while, I couldn't take it anymore. So, I had to have sex with her for a while, then turn to the side and watch her perform oral sex for a while. It was incredibly physically demanding, but also much more stimulating than usual. Because I ejaculated inside her vagina quickly, I didn't feel particularly tired afterward. I placed my hands on her back, took a few breaths, and rested for a while. I felt my penis gradually soften and slowly slide out of her vagina. I stepped out of the bathtub and sat on the toilet to rest. Turning my head, I saw her spitting out her son's penis, and she was also looking back at me. I saw her eyes were unfocused, her face flushed, her nostrils and mouth slightly opening and closing, her teeth clenched tightly; it was clear she wasn't "satisfied." I grabbed two towels, tossed one to her, and said, "Here, dry yourself off. After you're done, take Erniu to our bed." Without waiting for her to say anything more, I dried myself with the towel and left the bathroom. Soon, the three of us—the mother and son—were standing naked by the bed. I lay down on the right side of the bed first. Looking up at the mother and son, I saw Erniu's penis. After his mother had blow-dried it, it was almost twice as big as when I first saw it. The glans was like a taro, and the shaft was as thick as a sugarcane. I secretly compared it to my own, and I felt really bad. The only consolation was that it was probably too big to be fully engorged with blood. Therefore, although my old bird is much smaller, it seems that in terms of toughness, mine is still the stronger. I looked at Feng Yulan again, and saw her pointing to the bed with one hand and gently pushing her son with the other, saying, "Good boy, lie down on the bed." After saying that, the mother and son lay down together next to me. I don't know if she did it intentionally or unintentionally, but she slept in the middle, with Erniu and me on either side of her.She sucked her son's glans into her mouth, and then I saw her head bobbing up and down as she gave him oral sex. I was incredibly excited and couldn't resist immediately mounting her, thrusting my penis into her vagina. But as soon as I started, I realized that due to the angle, I couldn't clearly watch them perform oral sex while I was having sex with her. To see clearly, I had to lean my upper body outwards and tilt my head. Unfortunately, this position was too tiring, and after trying it for a while, I couldn't take it anymore. So, I had to have sex with her for a while, then turn to the side and watch her perform oral sex for a while. It was incredibly physically demanding, but also much more stimulating than usual. Because I ejaculated inside her vagina quickly, I didn't feel particularly tired afterward. I placed my hands on her back, took a few breaths, and rested for a while. I felt my penis gradually soften and slowly slide out of her vagina. I stepped out of the bathtub and sat on the toilet to rest. Turning my head, I saw her spitting out her son's penis, and she was also looking back at me. I saw her eyes were unfocused, her face flushed, her nostrils and mouth slightly opening and closing, her teeth clenched tightly; it was clear she wasn't "satisfied." I grabbed two towels, tossed one to her, and said, "Here, dry yourself off. After you're done, take Erniu to our bed." Without waiting for her to say anything more, I dried myself with the towel and left the bathroom. Soon, the three of us—the mother and son—were standing naked by the bed. I lay down on the right side of the bed first. Looking up at the mother and son, I saw Erniu's penis. After his mother had blow-dried it, it was almost twice as big as when I first saw it. The glans was like a taro, and the shaft was as thick as a sugarcane. I secretly compared it to my own, and I felt really bad. The only consolation was that it was probably too big to be fully engorged with blood. Therefore, although my old bird is much smaller, it seems that in terms of toughness, mine is still the stronger. I looked at Feng Yulan again, and saw her pointing to the bed with one hand and gently pushing her son with the other, saying, "Good boy, lie down on the bed." After saying that, the mother and son lay down together next to me. I don't know if she did it intentionally or unintentionally, but she slept in the middle, with Erniu and me on either side of her.

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