My Beautiful Headmistress Mom - Chapter Thirty-Five

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Author: biohazrd
April 30, 2017
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From now on, my verified pen name is [Heartache and Regret].
Chapter 35: The Final Movement of the High-Energy Symphony
After a long, long time, the two men each raised their penises and ejaculated their last drop of life essence onto Aunt Wen's face
, then pulled up their pants and left one after the other. Aunt Wen was left alone, still immersed in the world of semen, the milky white
semen slowly flowing down her face, her rosy lips trembling slightly, letting the semen flow into her mouth
, utterly lewd.
I squatted on the cold ground by the door, my hands hugging my thighs below my knees, my head buried deep in my chest, silent
and devoid of emotion. The two men passed in front of me, seemingly oblivious,
without moving. After what seemed like an eternity, I suddenly slowly stood up and walked into the women's restroom.
Soon I saw the beauty, but the once gentle, beautiful, elegant, and intellectual Aunt Wen was gone. Instead, there was
a disheveled woman, her private parts exposed, covered in a stench of lust. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist
, revealing her naked, sexy mons pubis, her pubic hair glistening with moisture, and milky white fluid constantly
flowing from her alluring, winding path. Seeing Aunt Wen's wanton appearance
, filled with semen—a sight only seen in AVs—was enough to drive any man mad with visual allure. But I felt no lust whatsoever
, only a deathly gray indifference. I stared indifferently at Aunt Wen's beautiful, pink body, as if devoid of emotion
, my pupils devoid of any light.
I walked over to Aunt Wen and silently dressed her. Using the toilet water, I
washed the semen off her face and chest. Then I lifted her from the cold ground. The moment I picked her up,
a strange light flashed in her eyes, her pupils slightly contracting. Perhaps she hadn't expected me to be there.
Aunt Wen, for reasons unknown, didn't resist, letting me carry her.
Neither of them spoke the rest of the way. Wen Wanting had already woken up but didn't ask to get up and walk on her own. She just
let me carry her, leaning against my broad chest. The small chest gave Wen Wanting an incredibly real
sense of security, and she unconsciously realized she seemed to like being held like this.
I didn't take Aunt Wen back to her house. After all, Fatty Xu and Aunt Lan were probably home, leaving me
with only one place to go.
Fortunately, since Mom went on her business trip, Dad was even more like a wild horse than me, leaving early and not coming home, playing even more recklessly.
Aside from coming back to cook, he was nowhere to be seen. Before, things were a bit better because Mom kept an eye on me .
Even when I went out to play cards or mahjong, there was a limit; I didn't dare come home too late. Now that Mom's not home, how could Dad
possibly behave? It seems Dad is like me, with restless genes in his blood.
The walk back from the suburbs was indeed long, but I seemed not to feel tired as I carried Aunt Wen, who weighed over 100 pounds,
straight ahead. I paid no attention to the strange looks from passersby, walking past as if no one was there. My pupils were
incredibly dark, as if everything before me was lifeless, my emotionless pupils so cold.
Back in my most familiar place, I didn't linger. I carried Aunt Wen directly to the bathroom, carefully helping her
remove her clothes stained with semen. A fragrant and alluring body appeared before me, but I acted as if
I couldn't see it. I turned on the warm water from the shower and diligently washed Aunt Wen's body. It seemed I wanted to wash away
everything that had defiled Aunt Wen's purity, and her already "wounded" heart.
"Xiao Feng..." Wen Wanting looked at me in surprise. Suddenly, her heart had never been so calm,
yet those lifeless eyes caused a pang of pain in her heart.
The scene was abrupt and bizarre: a best friend's mother, a son's best friend; the son's best
friend had undressed his best friend's mother and was washing her body, while the mother offered no
resistance, letting her son's best friend's hands roam freely over her smooth skin.
Weird...
After doing all this, I carried Aunt Wen back to my room, gently laid her on my bed,
pulled the covers over her, and was about to leave.
Suddenly—
"Xiao Feng, do you think I'm dirty?"
Aunt Wen suddenly spoke, making me stop in my tracks.
I didn't speak. Aunt Wen continued, "Those two men today were male escorts from a nightclub, what you'd
call gigolos. I paid them to have sex with me. You know my sex addiction. I suppressed
my desires for a few days because of my work at the hospital. One or two ordinary men can't satisfy me, so..."
At this point, I finally spoke, "Actually, you don't need to explain to me."
Wen Wanting didn't know what was wrong with her; seeing the cold eyes of the young man before her, her heart involuntarily
panicked, as if she cared a lot about his opinion of her. However, after receiving an even colder response from the young man,
a flicker of panic flashed beneath the corner of Wen Wanting's eyes. A ripple suddenly appeared in her long-dormant heart, as if that
familiar yet strange feeling of excitement had returned.
Looking at the young man before her, seeing those cold eyes devoid of any lust, she
assumed that he probably thought of her as a promiscuous slut. Wen Wanting sighed, suddenly becoming anxious and insecure.
After a moment of silence, "Thank you, Xiaofeng..."
"Did I look ridiculous?" Wen Wanting's lips curled into a slight smile, changing the subject. But
that smile was tinged with humiliation, as miserable as could be, completely unreadable, more
like a grimace.
I shook my head slightly. How could I smile? Seeing the woman I had so many times dreamed of, whom I longed for like a mother,
having sex with two men in the countryside, her body drenched in semen, drops of it dripping from her lips, a lewd and unsatisfying
sight. Smile? Yes, I was smiling, a smile that felt like my heart was bleeding!!
Several times I wanted to tell myself to give up, why let such a harlot cause me so much pain?
But every time I see Aunt Wen, all the past memories flood back to me. Aunt Wen's gentleness, her
graceful beauty, and every warm smile she gave me are deeply imprinted in my heart, becoming
an indispensable part of my life.
So no matter how indifferent I pretend to be, no matter how disappointed I am with Aunt Wen, when I see the
bitterness seeping into her forlorn smile, the hardened heart I've painstakingly built softens instantly.
Sometimes I really hate myself for being so weak.
With a helpless sigh, I face Aunt Wen again, my gray eyes softening slightly
.
My voice softens, "Aunt Wen, why do you ruin yourself like this…"
"Ruin myself?" Wen Wanting laughs self-deprecatingly, "What else is there for me to ruin? My family? My husband?
My marriage? Or my love? Ever since I learned that the husband I've always believed in is actually a bastard and a scumbag
, there's nothing in my life that I can't ruin."
"What about Xu Rupei? Have you given up on Xu Rupei too?"
"Xiao Pei..."
When Xu Pangzi was mentioned, it was as if Aunt Wen's sore spot had been hit, and a trace of sadness suddenly flashed across her expression.
"Rupei has always cherished you as his mother, and in his heart, you've always been the most perfect mother
. If he knew what you'd done, Aunt Wen, what would Rupei think? How heartbroken would he be?"
"I..."
"Actually, it's not just Rupei; I've always liked you, Aunt Wen. Although I'm not your child, you
've never hesitated to give me the warmest maternal love. You know, when I was little, I often clung to Rupei,
shamelessly running to his house to play with him. The truth is, I wanted to see you, because I thought you were
the gentlest mother in the world. Whenever my mother scolded me, I would run to your house, wanting to throw myself into your arms and cry.
But I knew that your embrace belonged to Rupei; I was just a shameless, greedy outsider
.
I remember telling Rupei before that what I envied most about him wasn't his wealthy family life, but having you
as his mother..."
"But when I first saw you, Aunt Wen, checking into a love hotel with another man, in that
instant, my heart felt like it shattered."
"Xiao Feng—"
Aunt Wen suddenly reached out and covered my mouth, stopping me from continuing, her eyes filled with tears. "I
'm sorry, Xiaofeng. I know this is unfair to Xiaopei, but I can't help it. Ever since that
man... my body has become incredibly sensitive and craving. I need men, my body needs
men. If I don't get fucked by a man for a day, my whole body feels like it's being bitten by a million ants, unbearably itchy."
"You know what? Instead of feeling disgusted by this, I've gradually come to like it.
Every time a man touches me or even fucks me, the feeling of being filled in that instant is deeply captivating.
Especially when those men's semen sprays on my body, the strong, pungent smell is actually a kind of ultimate enjoyment
."
"A penis thicker than my husband's, every thrust inside my vagina hits
the depths of my soul, making me forget that bastard, forget everything, forget that I exist..."
"I'm just such a lewd woman—"
"Enough!!!"
Hearing Aunt Wen talk about how she was raped and fucked by other men... A sudden surge of intense jealousy welled up within me
, and I couldn't help but rush over, pushing Aunt Wen down onto the bed to stop her from continuing. "Why?!
Why, Aunt Wen, have you fallen so low?! Why?! Why are you hurting me like this?!"
Consumed by jealousy and losing my temper, I roared, grabbing Aunt Wen's arms. In my emotional outburst, I even
pulled back the blanket covering Aunt Wen, revealing her completely naked body
. Looking at her alluring, voluptuous figure, I couldn't resist any longer
and pressed myself against her, gently kissing the smooth, fragrant flesh of her chin.
"Xiao Feng, what are you doing? Let me go!" Seeing my bloodshot eyes, Wen Wanting suddenly felt fear.
It wasn't that she resisted sex, but the boy before her was someone she had watched grow up, someone she had always considered
her own child, and also her son's best friend. If… this… wouldn't this be a violation of moral principles?
If Xiao Pei finds out…then…
Thinking of this, Wen Wanting panicked, using all her strength to push me away and trying her best to
persuade me. "No, Xiaofeng, listen to me, we can't do this..."
"No? Why not? If you can be with other men, why can't I?"
"We really can't. I'm Xiaopei's mother, my best friend's mother, I'm your aunt
, your elder, we can't..."
"No, no, nothing is allowed. Then what is allowed? Does it mean I have to watch you
be fucked by other men? Or that your breasts are being wantonly fondled by other men while I can only lick my own
wounds? Do you know? Every time I see you holding hands with other men walking into hotels or love
hotels, fantasizing about how those men defile your body, and how you're enjoying yourself under those stinky men
, my heart feels like it's being stabbed with knives, my chest feels like it's being crushed by a boulder
, I can't breathe, it's so painful, do you understand that kind of heart-wrenching pain?"
"If Aunt Wen, your sex addiction requires a man to fuck you to suppress it, then I can too. I'll try my best
to be better than those men, to satisfy you more and free you from the torment of sex addiction..."
"No, Xiao Feng. What if I gave it to anyone else? But what about your relationship with Xiao Pei?
I'm Xiao Pei's mother. How can we face Xiao Pei in the future if we do something like this..."
"Anyway, it's not the first time we've wronged Ru Pei, is it? In the end, Ru Pei didn't find out, did he?
I think even if Ru Pei found out, he would approve of what I did. Rather than letting those men benefit, it's better to let
me, his best friend, benefit."
My face was contorted with madness. "Or are you worried I can't satisfy you?"
"I..." Only then did Wen Wanting realize the truth. Yes, she had shamelessly seduced the young
man before her and slept with him. As for apologizing to her son, they had long since lost all sense of shame. To say the young man couldn't satisfy
her was a joke—that time with him was unforgettable. Only then did she understand what a
true climax was, something none of the men she had experienced could give her. For the next two weeks, she had
absolutely no desire for sex. It was because of that experience that she realized what she lacked wasn't physical
desire, but an emptiness in her heart. No matter how much she immersed herself in the world of lust, she remained unsatisfied
because her heart was empty, and no amount of physical pleasure could fill it. It was from that time
that she began to try to suppress her sexual desires, transforming from unrestrained promiscuity to conscious control.
Now, except for when the side effects of medication force her to seek out men, she can
control herself quite well. However, this didn't last long. She found that the side effects of the medication were increasingly affecting her body,
and her needs were growing stronger. Despite her efforts to control herself, perhaps because Wen Wanting had reached
the age of womanhood, and her husband's long absence only fueled these desires
, her insatiable body couldn't resist the craving for a man's penis. Desire devoured her reason, and the itching in her body plunged her
into the abyss of lust once more.
However, Wen Wanting had considered masturbation as a way to relieve her urges, but her repeated
experiences with sexual addiction made her realize that the pleasure of fingers alone was far from enough. She needed men,
many, many men, to fill the void in her vagina with their large penises, large meat sticks, and large dicks,
filling the emptiness in her heart. This desire wasn't just physical; it was more of a spiritual yearning.
It just so happened that on that day, I, a young man overflowing with masculine energy and with nowhere to release it, met Aunt Wen. My constitution and
Aunt Wen's were like dry tinder meeting a raging fire—it was simply fate.
"Aunt Wen, please, I really... really... don't want to see you... touched by other men anymore,
" I screamed hysterically from my reddened neck, the last words almost a sob
.
Wen Wanting remained silent.
Seeing that Aunt Wen had stopped resisting, I dared not make any move, fearing she would be displeased. After a long while, staring
at Aunt Wen's moist lips and her alluring, fragrant body, a
strong restlessness rose within me, and I could no longer resist, mustering my courage to kiss her.
However, Aunt Wen didn't resist as I had imagined; instead, she allowed me to do as I pleased, her lips
responding to my kisses, patiently guiding my tongue to intertwine with hers.
At the same time, my hands seemed to be drawn, flowing down Aunt Wen's smooth, frictionless skin, and soon
grasped those astonishingly large, full breasts. There was no obstruction, and my hands made direct
contact with them. The moment I touched those full, snow-white breasts
, only four words remained in my mind: so soft, so big.
I couldn't find any adjectives to describe those enormous breasts; only the simplest and most direct description could capture the unparalleled
feel. Although I didn't know much about the specific cup sizes for women's breasts, when I held
Aunt Wen's soft, beautiful breasts in my hands, I knew that Aunt Wen was in no way inferior to my mother. I had thought my mother's breasts
were the largest I knew, except for those of actresses in Western-style AVs, but
most of those were augmented and lacked any aesthetic appeal. They couldn't compare to the natural breasts of my mother and Aunt Wen, which were not sagging at all,
but rather delicate, snow-white, soft breasts. Such beautiful breasts were simply the most
powerful "weapons" to kill a man.
Unlike my mother, whose breasts were soft yet firm and fleshy, feeling like
holding two water-filled balloons, Aunt Wen's breasts leaned more towards the delicate, demure beauty of an Eastern woman. While
her cup size was far from "demure," Aunt Wen's breasts were
undeniably softer. Squeezing Aunt Wen's breasts, I couldn't contain my excitement. This was my best friend's
biological mother! I could finally so freely fondle my best friend's mother's breasts—it felt
amazing.
Under my clumsy touch, Aunt Wen gradually became aroused, her chest heaving, her firm mounds
trembling with her rapid breathing, incredibly alluring. Especially under my caresses, her small, hardened
nipples and slightly purplish areolas exuded the charm of a mature woman, something my mother could never match. Perhaps
it was due to my mother's personality; she wasn't as open about sex as Aunt Wen, which resulted in her
lacking the mature allure of a woman.
Aunt Wen's nipples were a deep purple, standing out vividly against her snow-white breasts. When erect, they resembled
grapes more than grapes, like two glistening purple pearls, emitting a faint milky fragrance—something
young girls could never possess; only mature women who had given birth could exude such an alluring
aroma. Every man, upon entering this world, first encounters his mother's fragrant breasts; this is a
quest etched into his soul. Every man harbors an incredible fascination with the taste of breast milk.
For me, at that moment, I didn't care whether this was the breast milk that had nourished my best friend; I only knew
that it brought the most exquisite sweetness. I immediately pressed my lips to her nipples, grabbing one of her large breasts in each hand, as if afraid
someone would snatch them away. I frantically suckled at Aunt Wen's nipples, regardless of whether she would produce milk; I monopolized
both and alternated sucking. Just thinking that these
large breasts had once nourished Fatty Xu, and that Fatty Xu had grown up eating these breasts, gave me a strange sense of pleasure, making me even more frenzied.
"Mmm...don't suck so hard," Aunt Wen murmured, clearly aroused by my suckling
. At the same time, her eyes became glazed, a sign of arousal. "Gently, it hurts..."
Aunt Wen's cry of pain didn't stop me; instead, it further stimulated my senses, and I kneaded her breasts with increasing force.
The pressure increased considerably, and her two snow-white breasts, squeezed until they turned red and white, left clearly
visible handprints. Her large breasts changed shape in my hands.
Soon, breasts alone were no longer enough; driven by desire, I slowly moved downwards. Aunt Wen
truly deserved her title as a queen among beauties; her slender waist was simply unparalleled. I believe most female celebrities on television
couldn't possess such a slender, almost serpentine waist, and even Western actresses would struggle to surpass Aunt Wen's figure.
Perhaps her hips and breasts were larger than Aunt Wen's, but her overall beauty was unmatched
. In fact, in all the AVs I've watched, I haven't seen anyone who could compare, or even rival, Aunt Wen.
Reaching Aunt Wen's lower body, I immediately pulled back the remaining blanket covering her completely. Now,
Aunt Wen's entire beautiful body was finally exposed before my eyes. Every inch was such a perfect proportion
, making one lament the unfairness of God.
Her skin was as smooth and delicate as snow, her legs full and long, exquisitely sculpted. Any more or less
would have ruined the perfect proportions. It was a golden ratio, a
work of art. It was astonishing how such an incredible figure could exist. Those breasts, those
two trembling mounds of flesh, how could such a slender waist support them? Her two straight, evenly proportioned legs were unimaginable
beneath such full, rounded hips. When did fat become something that could be controlled? To go wherever one wanted
?
Unfortunately, this breathtaking work of art was about to be defiled by a spoilsport.
My gaze didn't linger on Aunt Wen's body for long. I immediately
spread her two long, snow-white legs apart, instantly exposing her secret garden before my eyes. This was the first time I
had ever seen a woman's genitals so clearly. The last two times, I think I was the one being forced, completely confused and unaware of what was happening
. In the heat of the moment, all I knew was to shove my penis into the woman's vagina; everything else was automatically
filtered out from my mind. But now, while I'm still a bit hot-headed, having had two experiences,
I guess I've made a little progress, not so impulsive as to just go for it the moment I see it.
Aunt Wen has a thick patch of pubic hair, extending from her mons pubis to her vulva, but it's neatly trimmed and doesn't
detract from her beauty. Her two purplish-red labia open and close, interspersed with a small slit. What surprised me
was that Aunt Wen's labia had actually grown out, like two butterfly petals. Lacking knowledge of female anatomy
, I obviously couldn't recognize this as the legendary butterfly vulva. I couldn't resist reaching out and parting Aunt Wen's beautiful vulva,
revealing the tender pink bud inside. This… the flower path inside was actually pink! I had originally thought that after
so many men, Aunt Wen's vulva would have turned dark, like a black fungus. In fact, Aunt Wen's labia
were indeed a little darker, but it added a mature woman's allure to the deep purplish-red layer,
elevating the overall look. But I never expected that the inside of Aunt Wen's vagina was still pink. This purplish-
red enveloping the pink visual boundary was even more arousing. At that moment, I vowed in my heart that I would
protect Aunt Wen's last bit of pinkness and would never let another man defile it.
Then I recalled the scenes of Aunt Wen being fucked by men before, how those men's dirty penises
thrust in and out of this place I longed for, repeatedly defiling my sacred place. A nameless rage surged within me. I
quickly pulled down my pants, no longer feeling pity for Aunt Wen. My eyes were now consumed by a fire, an
endless burning jealousy, an urge to fuck this beautiful, wanton woman to death.
Grasping my engorged, almost throbbing penis, I thrust it into Aunt Wen's cunt. A wet,
tight sensation enveloped my shaft, and an unprecedented pleasure made me let out a low, hoarse roar.
Aunt Wen cried out along with me. The moment my penis plunged in, she
felt not pleasure, but pain, a tearing pain.
"Ah!! It hurts… be gentle…" Aunt Wen gripped my sheets tightly, the veins on the back of her hands
bulging, showing the immense pain she was enduring. She cursed me inwardly, wondering what kind of monstrous penis I had
, so big, was it meant to kill her? Although she had experienced it once before, this kind of size was not 　　something she could adapt to
in one or two tries .
Wen Wanting was also surprised. Even someone as sexually experienced as her
couldn't handle something so big; what woman could possibly withstand it? However, the ensuing feeling of fullness made her soul
tremble. She had been with at least dozens of men, but never had she
experienced such a complete filling of her vagina. It felt as if her whole being was filled, as if she were whole again.
Even the emptiness in her soul that she had been searching for was filled in this moment, filled to the brim
. The tall, thick chest, the broad arms, the intertwining of body and soul, the burning heat—Wen Wanting
remembered what I had said earlier, and suddenly a warm, blissful feeling filled her heart.
So she could be happy too…
Compared to Aunt Wen, I felt as if I had entered a realm called paradise. I couldn't even describe the
feeling; it was simply too comfortable. Aunt Wen's vaginal walls pressed tightly against my penis, the rugged, wrinkled passage
automatically moving closer the moment I entered, rubbing against my penis and stimulating the
sensitive spots on my shaft. Waves of tingling and numbness made my mind go blank.
...I finally entered again. My best friend, Fatty Xu, was born here over a decade ago.
I never imagined that more than ten years later, his best friend would be inserting his genitals into the sacred place that would one day be sent to this world. If
Fatty Xu saw this, I'm sure his expression would be priceless—his best friend was fucking
his own mother. Besides, this was my second time, hehe, I'd actually slept with his mother twice—Suddenly, I felt like I
'd been injected with adrenaline, and I began frantically thrusting into my best friend's mother. Aunt Wen's snow-white
thighs, which had been spread wide, instantly clamped around my waist, blocking my thrusts.
Aunt Wen's bangs were soaked with sweat, and she quickly touched me with her hand, saying, "Oh..."
"…Xiao…Xiao Feng…wait…wait a minute…go slower…be gentle…your…your thing
is too…big…let me…get used to it…get used to it…"
"If…if this continues…I…I will…die…ah…"
"I…ah…oh…oh…"
Aunt Wen was destined not to say the rest. A passionate young man, facing such a sexy
and alluring hot body, and it was his best friend's mother's body, was simply a wild horse that had broken free of its reins
. How could he possibly restrain himself? His mind was definitely only focused on how to fuck this beautiful woman to death, and he couldn't care about anything else.
So I completely ignored Aunt Wen's requests, or rather, it wasn't that I didn't want to, but that my brain had already
shut down and lost the ability to think.
I wrapped my arms around Aunt Wen's slender waist, that slender waist could be grasped in one hand, as if it would break if I exerted force.
I crawled down and pressed my body against Aunt Wen's huge breasts, and gently kissed Aunt Wen's lips. Whether
intentionally or unintentionally, during the exchange of saliva between my tongue and Aunt Wen's, I slowed my thrusting
considerably, allowing her to finally catch her breath and giving her vagina time to adjust to
the abrupt sensation of this large, rod-like object. Fortunately,
Wen Wanting wasn't one to be trifled with; she had been with various men's penises before, accumulating experience
far beyond what I, a pseudo-virgin, could match. After the initial tearing pain, Wen Wanting slowly regained
the initiative. Instantly, she experienced a pleasure she had never felt before, a pleasure only such a huge penis could bring her. Previously,
it had taken several men exerting all their strength to bring her to orgasm, but with this penis, she
ejaculated in less than ten minutes. If this continued, she might be in heaven.
A large amount of vaginal fluid seeped from Aunt Wen's slippery vagina, increasing the lubrication of the entire vaginal wall, making
my thrusting even smoother. Driven by desire, I flipped Aunt Wen over,
pressing my chest against her smooth back. My penis never left her vulva;
it was so tight and comfortable, no one would easily let go. My hands reached for her breasts,
grasping once more those large, soft fleshs that were too large to hold in one hand. I played with them in various ways, while my lower
body didn't stop moving. Rubbing the breasts that had nurtured my friend while simultaneously fucking
her wet, tender flower path—wasn't that blissful?
Luckily, I'm tall enough; otherwise, with Aunt Wen's height of at least 168cm, she really couldn't handle such
difficult movements. Accompanied by Aunt Wen's melodious moans, a beautiful symphony filled my room.
I should be thankful my father wasn't home; otherwise, with Aunt Wen's loud moans, he'd probably come in and beat me
to death.
If he knew I was sleeping with my best friend's mother, a beautiful woman about the same age as my own, I
don't think Dad would just come in and beat me to death, or he wouldn't know what to do with me. The outcome wouldn't be good, anyway
. What I fear most is that if Dad told Mom, I'd probably never get to sleep with her again.
Aunt Wen's buttocks slapped loudly as I pounded into them; looking at that rolling white flesh, I felt a surge
of desire to conquer it. I slapped Aunt Wen's plump buttocks, kneading and playing with her fair and alluring round bottom.
No wonder she's a mature woman who's given birth; her buttocks are big, and what's even more remarkable is that the flesh isn't loose at all, but round and perky
. Touching them feels indescribably comfortable, especially with my penis inserted between her buttocks. As I thrust
, from my angle, Aunt Wen's bright red and delicate anus opened and closed, making me
want to stick out my tongue and lick it. Could it be any more stimulating? — The next moment
, I increased the speed of my thrusting on Aunt Wen, almost tearing her cervix apart
. Aunt Wen screamed repeatedly from the intense fucking. The narrow vaginal muscles were constantly "biting" my penis; the feeling
was indescribable unless you experienced it yourself. "Fatty Xu, you never imagined I'm fucking your mother right now,
haha—before Fatty Xu even existed, Aunt Wen
was injected with life essence by Fatty Xu's father, and that's how Fatty Xu came to be. Just thinking about Fatty Xu's womb being
pounded by my glans, the vagina through which he was born being drained of copious amounts of vaginal fluid with each thrust,
and Aunt Wen's radiant maternal breasts being endlessly defiled by me...
At this moment, I feel no remorse for defiling Fatty Xu's mother. On the contrary, because of Fatty Xu, my
lust for Aunt Wen has intensified. With this surge of wanton pleasure, my mind goes blank for a moment. Everything—my
feelings for Aunt Wen, my desire for her, my ethics towards my best friend's mother—all
vanishes along with my semen as it ejaculates inside her."
Thick, viscous semen flowed deep into Aunt Wen's uterus. At that moment, Wen Wanting couldn't even feel
her own existence; she was in a blissful, almost ecstatic state, as if her soul had drifted away from the mortal world to heaven. Only
a burning heat spread throughout her body. Instantly, I could feel Aunt Wen's cervix tightly gripping my
glans. Then, Aunt Wen's legs trembled uncontrollably, and she could no longer bear it, her convulsing
lower body spurting out streams of fluid. Yet, my penis was still inside Aunt Wen's vagina, and this
vaginal fluid actually seeped out from the gap between my penis and vagina, forming streams that dripped down my testicles.
I lay on top of Aunt Wen, completely still. Our position was like that of animals after mating, with
the male's essence continuously flowing into the female's body...
This wonderful feeling was undeniably human... But little did I know, my story with Aunt Wen
had only just begun at this moment...
********** Two chapters in a row, the author is doomed, please pray for help*********
[This chapter was supposed to be uploaded at midnight, but I probably drank two bottles of strong liquor last night, and then
... that was it. I just woke up now, and as soon as I woke up, I turned on the computer. Despite being dizzy and lightheaded, even my hands were shaking while Photoshopping.
It's so uncomfortable.]
[I looked at the comments on the previous two chapters, and honestly, many readers don't understand why I designed this.]
Regarding the plot, I remember it was explained at the end of chapter 33. Perhaps my writing isn't good enough for everyone to understand,
or maybe they haven't read it carefully enough. As you all know, my style focuses on emotions, not just pure smut
. Therefore, in describing the plot, I must consider the development of feelings. There's no love without a reason, nor
is there hate without a reason. All the intertwining of love and hate comes from the little things in life, not from something
formed overnight. Love at first sight does exist in reality, but it's not common. This plot
was planned from the very beginning of my writing . I don't know how many brain cells I spent to ensure the cause and effect flowed smoothly. If it were just
pure smut, it wouldn't take much. Like this chapter, the smut scene later on, I finished in almost a day.
The earlier parts, which took me three or four days to write, are something I couldn't. This is also why my stories are shorter than others. Plot
development is really difficult; setting, character personalities, everything—writer's block is painful!
[Speaking of this chapter, I initially thought about adding some interaction between Aunt Wen and the protagonist. But
considering the needs of the plot, silence speaks louder than words. Talking wouldn't be as effective. I had already written the smut,
but then I deleted it. As for interaction, once it gets going, what kind of interaction can't you have?] And as my readers
know, I have a rather... well, a bit of a wild imagination, you know what I mean.
[Finally, everyone, please help me get this post featured. There's a
red "thumbs up" gesture on the right, please click it. Comments are also welcome, thank you!]
[Did you all enjoy last week's comic? This time, I'm posting a new work by [Eimaru]. I really like
this author; I have all his works in my collection. It's a pity that his "Married Woman"
series with busty female teachers doesn't have a Chinese translation. I've searched for a long time but haven't found one. I hope someone fluent in Japanese can help translate it to
benefit everyone.]
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