Happy Family

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I was leaning back on the sofa, reading a thick novel under the floor lamp, while the ever-present news broadcast played on TV. Qinqin was still cleaning up the mess left after dinner. My son, Ashi, put down his chopsticks and slipped into his room to tinker with his computer. I've scolded him many times for not watching the news and paying attention to domestic and international events. The little rascal just ignored me. I promised him a laptop if he got into the county's top high school. He did get in, and while he was at school, he was well-behaved and studied diligently. But as soon as he got home, he threw down his books, locked himself in his room, and started playing on the computer.

I've been there too; I know that teenagers are rebellious and disobedient, and with all that surging hormones, they're like wild calves. But if parents don't guide them correctly, they'll go astray, and it's too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost!

But every time I knock on the door, ready for a "father-son conversation," Qinqin rushes over and grabs me, telling me not to disturb our son.

"Studying is stressful, it's good to relax on the weekend!" "If a child isn't taught, it's the father's fault. You, as the mother, always play the 'good cop,' how can it be so easy!" "What's wrong with the child? Does he need you to teach him? You always say you didn't listen to anyone back then, only yourself. Why can't you do that now that you're a father?"

"Huh? The Premier went to visit Japan!" Arguing with Qinqin is like asking for trouble!

"Alright, alright, I'll come with your old man to keep up with national affairs, let Ashi enjoy his own space.

You don't know how smelly those boys in their dorm are, sleeping there for a week..." Qinqin was still grumbling.

"Who's an old man? He's fifty and still a middle-aged cadre! I'm forty-five, in the prime of my life, and you're treating me like this!"

"I'm forty-five too, why don't I have such a temper! You've gone too far!" Qinqin put her hands on her hips, shouted, and glared! "

Wife~ I love you!"

"Pfft! You old lecher!"

"Qinqin, let's have a little something extra tonight!" I put my arm around my wife's rounded shoulders and chuckled lewdly in her ear.

"I'm so full!"

"One meal will last me half a month! Did I ejaculate from compressed biscuits?" "Shut up! Listen to the news!"

According to Xinhua News Agency, juvenile delinquency is on the rise in China. Sexual offenses account for 95% of juvenile crimes, while other crimes such as violence, theft, and robbery account for the remaining 5%. A population and family planning expert from the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences pointed out that "it is imperative to genuinely care about the sexual lives and mental health of teenagers." Major national forums have discussed the incident last month at Bocai Middle School where four high school boys gang-raped a girl under the age of fourteen. To prevent the recurrence of such heinous incidents, the National Population and Family Planning Commission has introduced relevant measures and policies to address the current tense situation. The "Measures" state that male teenagers aged 15 and above can satisfy their sexual needs under the guidance of their mothers. Male libido is at its peak between the ages of 16 and 18, while female libido is between 30 and 45, indicating a significant age difference in sexual needs between men and women. In other words, only teenagers and middle-aged women have comparable levels of sexual desire. To meet this objective requirement, we can achieve complementary relationships between mothers and children. This complementary relationship based on mother-child affection is actually more effective.

"The corresponding 'policy' also states that mothers and their sons of appropriate age can enjoy a 50% subsidy on room consumption from the government when engaging in parent-child activities at hotels, upon presentation of proof of mother-son relationship on their household registration.

" "What kind of bullshit is this!"

"I think it's a good thing. It helps maintain social stability! Haven't you seen the lewd behavior of those little brats? If they received good sex education from a young age, they wouldn't be causing trouble outside!" "Honey, do you think our son has any problems in this area?"

"Well... it's hard to say about problems, but he definitely has needs. When I was his age, well, you don't know, I was never soft all day long!"

"Bullshit! How come you never get hard now!"

"Well, that's just how age is~ My wife is understanding, my wife is understanding!" Qinqin smiled gently. Although she was forty-five, the same age as me, she had always maintained a good figure. Although she had gained some weight, she was still well-proportioned and had fair skin. Aside from the faint lines on her skin that couldn't be concealed, the femininity she exuded in every gesture had captivated me for years. I never grew tired of looking at her, nor of being intimate with her. Therefore, our relationship had always been excellent. However, in the last two years, I've noticed a significant decline in my physical strength and libido, and our sex life has become less frequent. Although Qinqin doesn't say it, I know she's not satisfied. So, every time we have sex, I do plenty of foreplay, sometimes using my hands and mouth to please her, but ultimately, it can't compare to the raw, powerful thrusts of a hot penis!

Qinqin is understanding and doesn't want me to take any medication, saying it's bad for my health and that she's getting older and doesn't have as many needs anymore.

I can only deceive myself and accept this peaceful existence. In a few years, when we're both old, I just hope my son can get into a good school, find a job he likes, and live a comfortable and peaceful life.

"Hey, honey, how did you solve these problems back then?" "When! What problems!"

"Stop pretending!"

"Hehe, what else could I do? I just used my hands."

"Do you think our son is like that too?" "

Very likely. Look at him now, locked in his room, probably watching those things again." "Ah! What if he goes astray!"

"I'm fine! I haven't seen him go astray at all!

" "What if our son doesn't know how to control himself and hurts his body?" "Hmm, that's a problem. Back then, I had poor self-control and did it too frequently, so my foundation was ruined. You should find an opportunity to talk to him." "Why

don't you, as his father, go!" "

How can a father and son talk about such things? Sons are closer to their mothers, it's more appropriate for you to go!" Qinqin looked at the tightly closed door, her expression slightly melancholy.

Chapter Two: Couple's Night Talk

Qinqin lay on her side, and I propped my head up against her back and lay down as well. The electric fan gently lifted the hem of her spaghetti strap nightgown, occasionally raising the milky white hem of her skirt at the base of her thighs. In the dressing mirror, the lush pubic hair between Qinqin's legs peeked out from under her swaying skirt. I placed my leg on Qinqin's smooth thigh, gently rubbing it with my coarse body hair, my mouth releasing the faint scent of her post-bath fragrance. Qinqin let out a soft moan of pleasure. That sound, like thick, creamy milk, immediately aroused me.

I explored Qinqin's hair with my nose, the tip lightly touching the skin behind her neck and ears, which Qinqin seemed to enjoy. Her legs, pressed beneath me, intertwined tightly. I parted her hair, pecking at Qinqin's earlobe, sucking on it with smacking sounds. Qinqin's head swayed slightly, itching to break free, yet unwilling to let go. I thrust my tongue forcefully into her ear canal, and a slightly high-pitched moan escaped her throat. Hehe, this is one of my signature foreplay techniques.

Qinqin moved my head so I was pressed against her, our genitals touching, rubbing against each other through our underwear. I kissed every inch of Qinqin's face, finally biting her already dry lips, our saliva lubricating each other. Qinqin's tongue swirled wildly in my mouth, sending waves of pleasure straight to my tailbone, almost making me lose control. I don't know why this wet kiss was so stimulating; no wonder Qinqin always cried for a kiss when I thrust hard.

After my tongue roamed over Qinqin's fair neck, I pulled down the straps of her rounded shoulders, kneading one breast with each hand, bringing the two nipples together, and taking them into my mouth. Qinqin arched her lower body comfortably, wrapping her arms around my head and pulling it tightly into my embrace. This was Qinqin's hint, indicating that her vagina was very itchy and needed some care. Hehe, usually so domineering over me, now she's showing weakness. Whenever I have this opportunity, I make sure she endures the torment of desire.

Qinqin lay on her back on the bed, her eyes glazed over, her breathing uneven. I parted her legs, spreading them into an M-shape. I lowered my head and kissed the bulging mons pubis of Qinqin's groin, a rich fragrance filling my mouth and penetrating deep into my lungs. I used the tip of my nose to locate her clitoris and rubbed it vigorously twice. A faint dampness was visible through the center of the taut white cotton fabric.

Qinqin closed her legs and softly called out, "Husband, husband." Hehe, I wouldn't let you off so easily. I knelt between Qinqin's thighs, grasped one of her calves, and lifted it to my lips, kissing from the ankle down to the groin, while lightly sweeping my tongue along the inside of her groin and scratching the other thigh with my other hand. Qinqin was unbearably itchy, and noticed the dampness at the bottom of the white cotton fabric was even more pronounced.

Qinqin had already hooked one leg around my waist, and I mimicked the wicked grin and shrieked from the cartoon:

"Mada madada (not enough, not enough)~!"

I pinched Qinqin's milky white right foot with both hands, and her five neat, tender nipples, feeling the slight tickle from the sole of her foot, exaggeratedly bared their teeth and claws at me. At this point, you still dare to resist and show defiance? I opened my mouth wide and sucked on the two fleshy buds in the middle, my tongue pressing against the spaces between her toes and stirring vigorously. Qinqin finally let out a cry. Hehe, this also marked my first victory.

"Husband~" Qinqin's murmured call was even more tender and sweet.

"Baby, no rush, we have plenty of time!" I chuckled lewdly.

I pulled down her wet panties, and under the warm yellow light, Qinqin's wet, butterfly-shaped vulva looked even more fragrant and sticky. I knelt between her two white legs, approached the source of that fishy, pungent smell, and took it into my mouth, my tongue quickly burrowing into that fleshy opening, which was even warmer than my mouth. Qinqin grabbed my head, her legs pressed together, as if afraid of losing this sudden, intense pleasure.

Because of my years of diligent work, Qinqin's labia had changed from pink to a slightly darker color, no longer as lovely, and the hormonal scent they exuded had become increasingly intense. Yet, I still felt the same passion as when I first covered her entire vulva with my mouth, holding those two fleshy lips in my mouth—I never tired of it. Qinqin also loved it when I gave her oral sex; my tongue danced between her clitoris and labia minora. Within minutes, Qinqin pressed my head down with both hands, her buttocks twitching as she came.

While my penis was still rock hard, while Qinqin was still immersed in the pleasure of orgasm, I pressed my advantage, aiming my penis at the entrance and thrusting it into that overflowing, tight cavity. Qinqin let out a low moan like a female beast, then took a deep breath; her lewd expression was more intoxicating than fine wine.

I thrust rapidly with all my might, and Qinqin's cries became trembling sounds due to her trembling body. My will began to crumble with these trembling sounds.

"Husband~ just a little longer! Ah~"

The tingling sensation on my glans grew stronger and stronger, and Qinqin's vagina would occasionally bite me. I let out a muffled roar, and just as my waist muscles were about to reach their limit, I lost control of my ejaculation. My urethra loosened, and the pleasure reached its peak when I ejaculated the first stream of semen, then quickly faded with the contraction of my scrotum. I didn't pull out my penis, but instead lay down on Qinqin's white belly, brushed aside the messy hair on her forehead, and kissed her rosy face.

We embraced closely for a while, and my glans gradually slid to the entrance of Qinqin's vagina, and my strength slowly returned. I got off Qinqin, took out a few tissues, wiped Qinqin's lower body dry, then cleaned myself, took the towel that I had placed under Qinqin's buttocks, and threw it into the basin under the bed. He wrapped his arm around Qinqin's neck, pulled her close to his chest, and covered her with the blanket.

"Wife, how many more strokes to go today?"

"Good husband, not a bit more, almost there!"

"Hey, just one more minute."

"Don't say that, I'm already full!"

"You can't tell I'm not full!"

"I said I'm full, and I mean it. I know my own body!" "Wife, I'll go buy you a massage stick."

"No, I only want my husband, nothing else will do. Only my husband can fill me up so easily~" "Qinqin, let our son do it!"

"Nonsense!"

"He's your son, he's your flesh and blood. He'll definitely work!" "You're senile! Go to sleep!"

"Look at Dayong next door, he used to have a face full of acne, and when he saw you, he looked so sleazy..." "Don't talk about him, I don't like that kid!"

"Have you noticed that his acne has decreased a lot recently?" "It seems so?"

"Have you noticed that this kid has become much more cheerful recently? He used to call me 'Uncle' in a muffled voice, but recently he seems like a different person, his voice has become louder."

"Yes, yes, he used to blush every time he saw me, and would just run away without even saying hello. Now it's better, although he's still shy, at least he knows to call me." "

Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"That guy likes you."

"..."

"A few weeks ago, one weekend, I came home from outside, and as soon as I opened the door, I saw that guy rushing into the living room from the balcony in a panic, calling my name before hiding in Ashi's room. Hehe, I thought there was some 'scenery' outside, like girls taking a bath, so I quietly went to the balcony to take a look, but I didn't find anything unusual at the time. Just as I turned around, I saw a pair of white underwear on top of the laundry basket that was crumpled up.

I picked it up and saw that it was the underwear you changed out of the night before and hadn't had time to wash. I opened the underwear, and sure enough, there was a fresh wet stain in the crotch area."

"What happened?" Qinqin looked puzzled, her pretty eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"Pop~" I kissed Qinqin on the forehead. "That was from Dayong." "Ugh~ How annoying! Luckily, I thought those underwear were too old and couldn't be washed properly, so I just threw them away!" Qinqin said with a sigh.

"Good wife, there's nothing to be surprised about. Teenage boys are all like that. They're curious about women's bodies, so they explore their most intimate parts. They'll get used to it." "I know~!"

"You know that, yet you're making such a fuss!"

"I just don't like Dayong doing that.

" "Hmph, typical appearance-based judgment!

" "Hey, honey, let me tell you, I've actually discovered that our Ashi does that too..." "Hmm? How? Tell me."

Qinqin started frowning again, beginning to recall...

=== ... Qinqin rushed out of the bathroom after showering, wearing a cream-colored tight-fitting tank top and pink briefs, exclaiming how hot it was.

She knocked on her son's bedroom door, asking him to come out and take a shower. Her son yelled, "Coming!" and jumped out.

"Mmm~ Mom smells so good!" Ashi hugged Qinqin affectionately as soon as he came out.

"Go away! You're all sweaty!" Qinqin, holding her wet hair, could only verbally attack him.

"Take off your coat, take off

your shirt, take off

everything, take it all

off! Take it off! Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!"

Ashi yelled, wiggling his hips as he walked, until he was only wearing his briefs by the bathroom door. The door slammed shut, and Qinqin pouted, squeezing out four words: "The head of the household is not upright."

"Mom, are you crazy! Taking a hot shower in this heat is killing me!" "Mom's having a special period these days~" Qinqin muttered towards the door.

Then there was silence from inside.

...

"Ashi, why are you taking so long! Mom's hair clip is in there, get it for me." Qinqin checked the time. Usually, her son would finish his shower in a few minutes, but today it had taken about twenty minutes.

"I need to poop! What's all the noise about!" her son said impatiently from the bathroom. He then came out wearing only his underwear, his face flushed, as if he had just taken a steam bath.

Qinqin went into the bathroom, found the hair clip on the sink, and clipped her hair back up. She then bent down to get the laundry basket by the wall, which contained the clothes the mother and son had changed out of after showering. Ashi only had one pair of underwear in the basket; the rest of his clothes were scattered in the living room. Qinqin noticed her white underwear crumpled up and stuffed in a corner. She remembered taking it off and then throwing it in the basket, not putting it there like that.

Curious, Qinqin picked up her underwear and spread it out in her palm. Qinqin's period was ending these past two days, and she hadn't used a panty liner. When she took it off after showering, there was a faint discharge and a very light bloodstain on the crotch of her underwear. Qinqin opened her crotch, and the small amount of discharge seemed to have disappeared; instead, the wet patch on her genitals was more pronounced.

Qinqin leaned closer to smell it, and a strong, fishy smell of semen hit her nose. Qinqin's face flushed red.

"He's been doing this since junior high! Why didn't you ever tell me? You were just pretending not to know!" I pinched Qinqin's buttocks hard.

"I thought my son needed a way to release his pent-up emotions. As long as Ashi doesn't go out and mess around, it's good that I, as his mother, can help him out a little," Qinqin whispered.

Qinqin kept Ashi masturbating with her underwear a secret between mother and son. She neither let me know nor told Ashi. Perhaps she had seen the news reports today and was genuinely worried about her son's health, which is why she told me.

"Ashi has always been close to you since he was little. Actually, it would be more helpful for him if you found an opportunity to talk to him about this. Didn't the news say today that appropriate sexual relations between mothers and sons can solve a large part of social problems? And I don't mind either." I kissed Qinqin's forehead and gently stroked her smooth, plump back with one hand.

Qinqin didn't respond to me, but just shifted her body, hugged me tighter, and slowly fell asleep.

Chapter 3 Dayong and Meiping

Dayong's name is Wang Dayong. He is Ashi's classmate and also our neighbor. Dayong is short and stocky with a face full of acne. He doesn't talk much, but he gets along well with Ashi and often comes to our house to read comics with Ashi.

Ashi is quiet. Although it's clear that he doesn't show enough sincerity to this neighbor and classmate, he is a kind child and doesn't want to refuse other people's kindness, so he simply accepts all offers. However, he often leaves the comics that Dayong brings aside and only reads the novels he has bought. Dayong is happy with this. The two of them sit in their own corners on the wooden floor of the room, neither disturbing the other.

"Ashi, come here!" Dayong raised an eyebrow at Ashi, who was leaning against the edge of the bed.

"What kind of erotic scene is this now?" Ashi seemed uninterested.

However, Ashi still moved over. Dayong muttered to himself as he opened the book in front of Ashi. The picture showed a boy who looked like he wasn't even an adult yet having sex with a voluptuous mature woman. The camera was shooting from below, showing the boy's enormous penis, which was completely out of character for his age, inserted into the woman's vagina. The woman was riding on top of him, her vaginal fluids covering the boy's penis, and saliva was dripping from her mouth. The boy opened his mouth and caught every drop of the woman's saliva, his face showing an eager expression. Dayong moved his finger away, and Ashi saw the dialogue that had been blocked: "Mom, more, more! It's so sweet!"

"How is it? Exciting, isn't it!" Dayong saw Ashi's face turn bright red.

"Where did you get this?"

"Want some? I have a few more here, you can pick and choose~" Dayong raised an eyebrow and pointed, very generous!

"I won't look! It'll be bad if my mom finds out." Ashi's eyes lit up, but then he retreated back to his corner.

"Ashi, it's okay!" Dayong seemed even more anxious than Ashi.

"Why do you seem more anxious than me? Do you want my mom to find out so you can embarrass me?" Ashi questioned Dayong's motives.

"Heaven and earth bear witness! If I, Dayong, have even the slightest ill intention towards you, I'll never find a wife, I'll masturbate for the rest of my life!" Dayong pointed three fingers to the sky, foam flying from his mouth.

"Hey, don't hesitate. Even if you get caught, it's not a big deal, maybe it'll even turn out well..." Dayong pursed his lips, speaking very softly.

"Turning out well? Brother Yong, what do you mean?" Ashi asked疑惑地.

Dayong looked at Ashi, remained silent for a few seconds, sighed, and finally spoke with difficulty:

"Ashi, I'm only telling you this because I consider you a brother! You have to keep it a secret!" === ...

Back home, Dayong locked himself in his room, hiding the comic books in a cardboard box under his bed, mixed with his elementary school textbooks. After his parents went to bed, Dayong would pick one out from under the bed, turn on a flashlight, and slowly read it under the covers. After finishing each book, he was exhausted. He would pull back the covers, and a damp, fishy-smelling steam would fill the room. Dayong would throw a few wads of toilet paper into the trash can, lie down with heavy breathing, and soon fall into a deep sleep, snoring loudly.

After a while, the edges of the comic books were worn from reading them so much, a testament to his diligence. But desire is like an insatiable chasm; the deeper you fill it, the more unfathomable its depth becomes. Dayong became increasingly addicted. Although he didn't lose weight, his listless spirit was clearly showing.

Dayong's mother was named Yu Meiping. Meiping noticed her son's strange behavior and pulled Dayong aside to ask him what was wrong lately, if something was on his mind. Of course, Dayong wouldn't be honest with Meiping, only saying that he hadn't done well on his recent exams and was under a lot of pressure. Meiping was relieved that her son had become more sensible since starting high school, and comforted him, telling him not to worry, that his parents wouldn't put pressure on him, and to relax and focus on his studies. She

thought that resolving her son's worries would immediately cheer him up, but Dayong's behavior clearly began to confuse Meiping. It seemed that this kid had become more cunning since starting high school, knowing how to divert his mother's attention. Meiping also knew that teenagers often exhibited various confusions and bewilderment, mostly related to relationships. Meiping could tell what her son was up to all day from the stained sheets and blankets. Meiping planned to find an opportunity to talk to her son about this issue, fearing that he might lose control and harm his health.

Dayong, despite his careful planning, still made a mistake! One Saturday morning, Meiping flipped through the comic book Dayong had left under his pillow the night before, and found Meiping's unwashed underwear still hanging on Dayong's erect penis—that was when things got really bad. Dayong was still fast asleep, while Meiping's face was flushed, whether from shame or anger, she didn't know. Slowly, tears welled up in Meiping's eyes, and she covered her mouth with her hands, trying hard not to sob aloud.

Her husband worked away from home year-round, rarely seeing her, and she had raised her son single-handedly all these years. To give Dayong a better education, Meiping hadn't taken her son to the mining area where her husband worked, enduring loneliness alone.

Now her son was grown up, at the age where he wanted a woman, and the woman he wanted was his own mother. This left Meiping somewhat bewildered; panic, fear, and a series of negative emotions swelled up in such a short time, overwhelming this ordinary woman.

Dayong seemed to sense the uneasy atmosphere in the air. His breathing subsided, he sniffled twice, and slowly opened his eyes. His mother was wearing a light yellow plaid knee-length skirt, her rounded legs covered in soft silk.

She was plump, but the tight long sleeves accentuated her full breasts, revealing a glimpse of cleavage, exuding a unique sexiness. "So my mother is attractive too," he thought. Looking up, he saw his mother with her head down, covering her mouth with her hand. What was going on? Her hair obscured her face, and her body twitched slightly. Was his mother crying?

Besides urging him to study hard and eat well, his mother was always a good mother, gentle like Ashi's mother, but he had never seen her so sad and vulnerable. Yes, it must be a dream. "Hey, I'll just close my eyes for a while. Mom must have already prepared breakfast." Dayong closed his eyes peacefully again. Wait! Dayong suddenly opened his eyes. Meiping was still in the same position.

Dayong saw his mother's other hand resting on the desk, and beneath it lay the comic book about incest he had hidden under his pillow. Damn it, this isn't a dream!

Dayong pulled back the blanket covering his stomach, realizing he was still naked, his limp penis still covered by his mother's underwear. Dayong removed the underwear, sat cross-legged, and, avoiding Meiping's eyes, stammered, "I'm sorry."

Meiping had intended to calm herself and quietly leave her son's room. Witnessing this was incredibly embarrassing; how could she face her son and talk to him in this atmosphere? But now her son was awake, his weakened state both hateful and pitiful. Although masturbating with her own underwear was utterly despicable, she felt a strange sense of relief. She was over forty, past her prime, and only hoped her husband would remain faithful and not betray their marriage.

Meiping composed herself, sighed deeply, and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

Dayong looked up, his gaze meeting his mother's. He opened his mouth to speak, but Meiping placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Son, no need to apologize." Meiping's voice was slightly dry, but after saying this, she seemed to relax again.

"Mom, I won't do it again next time." Dayong, head down, sheepishly promised Meiping.

"Then what are you going to do if you don't do it?" Meiping countered.

"Uh..." Dayong clearly hadn't expected his mother to ask that. He paused for a moment, then finally let out a soft sigh, as if making a major decision: "I'll hold it in!"

"Pfft!" Meiping chuckled.

With his mother's complete change of heart, Dayong's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, also relaxed. Meiping's hand, which had been on Dayong's shoulder, stroked his head, her fingers running through his coarse hair. Her son blushed as he looked at his mother. Meiping's face softened, and the distance between mother and son suddenly closed.

"Mom, you're so beautiful!" Dayong whispered.

"Really? Mom's getting old, and you've grown up, you're thinking about women now," Meiping sighed.

"Mom, I'm thinking about you," Dayong said, then avoided looking at Meiping.

"Son, you can find a girlfriend, don't think about your mother," Meiping said calmly.

"I can't find one, and even if I did, I wouldn't dare have sex with her."

"Son, don't always think about having sex with girls. You won't find a girlfriend with that kind of thinking." "I don't want a girlfriend, I just want to try what sex feels like!" Dayong said confidently.

"Well, then you'll have to learn to control yourself in the future, too much masturbation is bad for your health," Meiping said helplessly. She had raised her son herself, and it was definitely not as appropriate for his father to talk to him about these things as she was, but she really couldn't think of any other way.

"But I'll still think about women later, Mom, please help me!" Dayong shamelessly leaned closer to Meiping.

Meiping became uneasy. She often saw mothers discussing their children's affairs online, and many mothers resorted to having sex with their sons to solve this increasingly acute social problem. After many mothers recounted how their sons' lifestyles and mental states improved after having sex with them, Meiping was also tempted. Her husband was often away, and like her son, Meiping had to satisfy her desires alone, sometimes secretly sobbing in bed. After releasing her physical urges, she was left with a deeper loneliness and emptiness.

However, Meiping didn't talk to her son much, let alone about sex. Therefore, she was unsure about her son's current request.

Seeing his mother's hesitant expression, seemingly struggling with a complex internal conflict, Dayong quietly knelt behind Meiping and gave her a bear hug.

Meiping was caught off guard by her son's sudden attack and tried to break free but lacked the strength. When her son hugged her, Meiping's body stiffened for a moment before immediately going limp. Her son's masculine scent deeply intoxicated her—a long-lost aroma! When Dayong's thick lips kissed Meiping's neck, her head tilted back, her mind blank.

His mother's behavior overwhelmed Dayong with joy. The current situation and the awkward scene with his mother earlier seemed like a dream, too unreal. "Whatever, even if it's a dream, I'll finish it!" Dayong pulled Meiping down onto the bed, his strong body swiftly pressing down on her.

After Meiping fell down, she calmed down. Perhaps this was better for both her son and herself. Meiping comforted herself, and then simply closed her eyes. Dayong was being intimate with a woman for the first time, and it was his own mother. He was incredibly impatient. He lifted Meiping's tight long-sleeved shirt, casually squeezed her breasts a couple of times, then buried his head between his mother's legs, sniffing and nuzzling like a boar. Perhaps because she hadn't had sex in a long time, even with such rough foreplay, Meiping was incredibly itchy, and her juices flowed freely, soon soaking her underwear.

Da Yong seemed to sense he was nearing his climax. He hurriedly reached under his mother's skirt, pulled down her flesh-colored stockings, and then pulled down Mei Ping's last barrier—her pink panties. Mei Ping, blushing, covered her face with her hands.

Da Yong parted his mother's still-pink labia, licked a mouthful of the pre-dripping fluid from the sheets, and then impatiently knelt beside Mei Ping's

thighs, pressing his equally impressive, thick penis against his mother's private entrance, and thrust it inside… === ... "How wonderful it would be to have my mother's body!" Ashi couldn't help but envy the silly and simple-minded Dayong. How could he tell his mother? After

Qinqin finished speaking to me, she hugged me and fell into a deep sleep. With Qinqin's soft breathing, my thoughts gradually became clearer. Hmm, that's what I'll do.

Chapter Four: The Plan

The room was filled with the rich aroma of mushroom and chicken stew. Qinqin, wearing an apron, took a small sip from the steaming pot of soup with a wooden spoon, and then carefully sprinkled some salt into the pot. I grabbed a handful of shredded meat from the scorching hot iron pot, and after the meat and chicken flavors mixed together, I grabbed a large handful of dried tofu and threw it into the pot.

"I'm back!" Ashi's shout was much more excited than usual. After receiving his report card, he was back, and a two-month summer vacation awaited him. He threw a folded piece of white paper on the table and hugged his mother tightly.

"How old are you? Still acting like a child with your mother." I picked up the white paper, unfolding it as I spoke indifferently. The paper was a report card.

"Mind your own business! You're even jealous of your son!" Qinqin rolled her eyes at me, then cupped Ashi's face and kissed him.

"Son, you did well on the test! As your mom, I'll give you a kiss too." Qinqin turned Ashi's face and kissed him on the other side. I'm completely confident in my son's studies, and I'm never stingy with positive reinforcement. Besides, I noticed Dayong's grades have improved significantly.

I put the last dish, stir-fried shredded potatoes with vinegar, on the table, and lunch officially began. Two dishes and a soup—nutritious and not wasteful—the mother and son ate with relish. I tore off two chicken legs and put one in each of their bowls; they ate with greasy mouths. Sometimes, just watching them eat makes me feel like the happiest man in the world. Qinqin is gentle and skilled, but she often shows some mischief and childlike innocence, which makes me both love and cherish her; Ashi doesn't talk much to me, but he still cares about me, his father—these are things men understand without words.

The family finished eating, patted their round bellies, and sighed deeply. I took a big sip of the local Maojian tea, freshly brewed with boiling water. The tea washed away the oil and meat flavors, leaving a lingering fragrance in my mouth. Qinqin downed her juice in one gulp, and my son downed an ice-cold Coke. The three of us looked at each other and chuckled foolishly. I pulled two train tickets out of my pocket and tossed them to my son.

"Going to Hangzhou?" My son looked at me with a questioning expression.

"Yes, going to Hangzhou! Go out and have some fun, broaden your horizons, it's better than staying home playing games all day." "I don't play games all day!" Ashi mimicked Qinqin's grumbling perfectly.

"Fine, don't go then. You stay home and watch the house, your mom and I will go." I said, showing my teeth.

"Go! Go! You should have said you were going with Mom." Ashi rarely fawned over me. He looked like he was apologizing for going on a trip with my wife.

"Qinqin, go out this afternoon to buy some things you'll need for the trip, pack them tonight, and we'll leave tomorrow." I said with an air of bossy authority.

Qinqin, unusually, didn't disagree with me. Instead, she acted like a devoted wife and mother, with a hint of shyness on her face. It seemed Qinqin had finally understood my good intentions; the tacit understanding between husband and wife is something that is gradually honed through life's experiences. Some say that after marriage, all that's left is familial affection. What's precious is that Qinqin and I, besides our deepening familial affection, also share a deep and unspoken understanding. That night, Qinqin didn't speak to me; she just held me tightly as we fell asleep.

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