[Chrysanthemums in Bloom, Not Yet Withered] (Part 6): Mother's Sadomasochistic Confession & Aunt Wen's Masturbation

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Kuanzi had already ejaculated for the third time, and his mother still easily made him hard. If his mother hadn't called

him, I don't know if he would have died from exhaustion if this continued.

"Kuanzi, go home first, don't worry your family. I'll take Rongjie home, we'll play again next time." I

looked at the time and it was almost eleven o'clock, and I also thought that I should let my mother rest early tonight. After Kuanzi left, I helped my mother tidy up

and walked home.

"Mom, how does it feel?" I sucked on my mother's tongue and asked.

"You little rascal, you just know how to tease your mother, you really scared me to death at first." My mother said while

pinching the skin on my waist.

"How does it feel to be a virgin?" As I spoke, I put two fingers into my mother's anus.

"Hmm, very inexperienced, not as good as you." My mother said sweetly and obediently and then opened her mouth to suck on the fingers that I

pulled which were still covered with intestinal fluid.

"Mom, I really hope you are happy!" I suddenly hugged my mother and looked into her eyes to confess my love.

"Yes, Mom knows." Like a shy little girl.

On the way home, Mom told me how pleasurable it was to be sandwiched between the two of us during our intense fucking. I told her that one word could describe

that feeling, and I taught her how to write the character "嬲" (niāo).

We joked and teased each other until we got home. I told Mom to go to bed early, but I couldn't sleep, thinking about

what I could do .

"Oh, right, Mom's pharmacy uniform is a bit dirty, and

you haven't had time to wash off the semen and vaginal fluid stains from the game last time." If I secretly cleaned it for her, she would be very

happy .

I found a set of keys in Mom's bag and quietly went out. On the way, I thought, Aunt Xuewen should be asleep

by now; I shouldn't disturb her. Mom's pharmacy is open 24 hours, but after midnight, there are

very few customers, only some strange people buying syringes and tramadol. At this time, she has to lock the doors and windows and sell medicine through

a small opening. When no one is around, she can sleep; it seems the night shift isn't actually that tiring.

There was no one outside the pharmacy, and it was quiet inside as well. I tiptoed into the shop, intending only to

grab my mother's work clothes from the second-floor changing room and take them home to wash .

As I climbed the stairs, I heard a series

of sounds, . Could Aunt Xuewen be...?

Like a thief, I tiptoed up the stairs, pulling out my phone and turning on video mode.

I saw Aunt Xuewen, her upper body bare, her large breasts firmly sucked by two vacuum cupping devices,

her nipples appearing elongated within the cups. Most shockingly, one of Aunt Xuewen's shapely thighs, clad in stockings, was standing

on the floor, the other raised and resting on a medicine box beside her, her private vulva wide open and exposed. In her hand,

she was holding a popular dolphin-shaped massager from the pharmacy, its round head pressed against her vulva, vibrating intensely

. Her thick pubic hair was a mess, soaked with vaginal fluid and clinging to her pubic flesh.

Looking up again at the cupping device sucking on Aunt Xuewen's nipples, I suddenly felt completely bewildered.

Do use what they have on hand like this?

"Who is it?!" Aunt Xuewen cried out in alarm, and a gush of fluid splashed out with her voice.

It turned out that I had accidentally pressed the camera button while I was distracted, and the sudden flash and click had stimulated Aunt Wen to orgasm.

"Yangyang, what are you doing here?" I rushed over and helped Aunt Wen, who was about to collapse to the ground. When she saw it was

me, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and was about to sit down. I sat on the medicine box, put my arm around Aunt Wen and let her sit on my

lap, and reached out to pick up her work clothes and put them on her.

"I came to get my mother's work clothes to take back and wash for her." I saw that Aunt Wen looked a little touched

and said .

"You saw what happened just now?" She was a little uneasy but pretended to be nonchalant.

"Yes, Aunt Wen, don't worry, I won't blackmail you or anything, and I won't talk nonsense!" I said firmly,

but the feeling of my erect penis against Aunt Wen's plump buttocks made me seem so hypocritical.

"Nannan said you found a new girlfriend, did you two break up?"

"No, it's a misunderstanding. I'll find a chance to explain to her tomorrow morning." I said confidently, but my hands

were restless, roaming over Aunt Wen's body. When I tried to pull out a cupping device, it made her frown and gasp, sucking

quite hard.

"I knew I couldn't escape it." Grabbing my hands, Aunt Wen resignedly turned around and knelt in front of me,

reaching into my school pants to pull out the bulging flesh. "So big!" Looking at the veiny, steaming

thing, I hesitated for a moment before lowering my head and taking it into my mouth.

There were no new tricks. Aunt Wen's oral skills weren't as good as my mother's. Although her vagina was wet,

it wasn't tight as my mother's. What pleased me was that I had collected a new woman, and

the excitement of the mother-daughter relationship blossoming further.

"Yangyang, go wash up. I'll clean up here." After I ejaculated, Aunt Wen didn't clean me up like my mother

did .

"How could this really happen?! How could this really happen?!" I came back from washing up and saw Aunt Wen

staring intently at the screen of my phone, her mouth agape, sometimes wide open, sometimes muttering in disbelief.

I rushed forward, snatched the phone, and saw a selfie video of Kuanzi and me playing with Mom, along with

some pictures of Mom's anus not closing properly.

It turned out that Aunt Wen had secretly hidden my phone in a corner while we were having sex, and later sent me to

the bathroom to delete the photos I had taken of her masturbating. But she never expected to discover such an

unbelievable secret.

The shift in power left me bewildered. I didn't care about anything about myself—laws, morals,

reputation , people's opinions—everything was meaningless, even death didn't matter. But what about Mom? I

couldn't bear to see her suffer even the slightest injustice.

"Kill her to cover it up?"

Aunt Wen chuckled at my mutterings, instantly

dispelling the tense atmosphere.

"Come on, kill Aunt Wen now, then dissect me. You can cook or eat me as you please."

Her allure carried a subtle seduction. Hearing this, my penis instantly became engorged and swollen again.

"You little pervert!" Aunt Wen noticed something, glanced at me, and snorted.

Before I could say anything, Aunt Wen, like a caring older sister, started

gossiping about who had initiated the encounter, who the boy was, and so on.

"I raped my mother, it has nothing to do with her. That guy is my buddy, he didn't know she was my mother."

I could only take all the blame upon myself, which was actually true.

Unsure of Aunt Wen's attitude, I didn't dare run home, and could only answer her questions one by one.

During this time, a customer who needed emergency fever reducer rang the alarm. Aunt Wen said she was naked and told me to go downstairs

to get the medicine and collect payment.

"Let me wash Sister Rong's work clothes for you, take them home and hang them up to make your mother happy." I couldn't tell if

Aunt Wen's tone was teasing, jealousy, or something else, so I remained silent, but she urged me to open

my mother 's wardrobe.

Aunt Wen snorted again when she saw the stains of semen and vaginal fluid on my mother's work clothes, and asked suspiciously, "Do

you do this often at the pharmacy?"

"No, just occasionally."

"The day before yesterday, during shift handover, was Sister Rong's mouth full of your filth? Was there anything else down there?"

"Yes, I forced Mom to do it." I could only tell the truth.

While answering Aunt Wen's persistent questions, I noticed a small desk calendar in my mother's wardrobe box, one of those small calendars that

manufacturers often give away. I curiously flipped through a couple of pages, and some pages

were filled with words written in red carbon pen.

"...The stinging sensation calms my restless soul..."

"...I am an outcast, rejected by the world, and can only soothe myself in the quiet, deserted night..."

"...I don't believe I'm a lost goose; perhaps I just haven't found my own tribe..." "

...Yangyang is the key sent by God to unlock this prison of my soul..."

"...What I desire, no barrier can imprison; what I abhor, no coercion

can make me succumb..."

The entries were quite disorganized. I only glanced at them. Although they weren't paragraphs, I understood that

this was my mother's self-torture diary and emotional record. Just as I was about to close it and put it away, Aunt Wen snatched it away with

lightning speed .

"You didn't rape your mother; she seduced you, didn't she? This contains her psychological self-description!" Aunt Wen

asked me aggressively as she quickly flipped through the pages.

"No, it's not that simple." I started by talking about masturbating with my mother's stockings, confessing everything to Aunt Wen without reservation

. We then read together about my mother's self-torture and psychological journey. I

never imagined that when my mother was working the night shift, she would use a syringe needle to repeatedly pierce her

inner thighs, through her nipples, and even deep into her breasts. Then, she would draw out tubes of saline solution

and inject it into her.

I always thought I loved my mother so deeply, that I would do anything for her, think what she thought, and

worry about what she worried about. But did I really understand my mother?

Aunt Wen saw me lost in thought, perhaps thinking I had suffered a shock or something, so she took my mother's work clothes to

the bathroom to wash them.

"Which is more exciting, incest or mother-daughter sex?" Aunt Wen suddenly asked me when she came out.

"No, Nan Nan and I haven't crossed that line yet." I quickly changed the subject and explained, which was

true, Nan Nan was still a virgin.

While talking with Aunt Wen on the sofa, I actually fell asleep. When Aunt Wen woke me up, it

was already 6:30 in the morning.

"Hurry home, Big Tits Lan will be here to hand over the shift soon." This time, Aunt Wen was already dressed, but

she urged me to leave quickly.

I grabbed my mom's nearly dried-out work clothes and ran home, buying steamed buns and soy milk on the way to make her breakfast.

Mom was still half asleep; she'd probably been really tired these past few days. I left her a note and ran downstairs again,

thinking of buying some breakfast for Aunt Wen to take home—now was the perfect time to curry favor with her. I bumped into

Aunt Wen at the breakfast stall, and she laughed at me, knowing my little scheme.

"Now you're trying to please me? Too late." Carrying breakfast for three and some vegetables, I headed home.

Apparently, Nan Nan and her dad had gone home last night; I'd texted my mom to bring them breakfast.

"Aunt Wen, let me carry these for you. I can go apologize to Nan Nan."

"You're going to confess about you and Rong Jie to her?" Aunt Wen glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then gave me a soft, disapproving look.

"I don't know." I said, grabbing the breakfast in one hand and giving Aunt Wen's bottom a hard squeeze with the other.

"Do you and Rong Jie often do this?" Aunt Wen scoffed.

"Hmm, Aunt Wen, do you dare to pull down your panties and stuff them in your mouth before going home?" I

retorted from a corner of the stairs.

"Why wouldn't I dare!" she said, glancing around before quickly pulling down her small silk panties, which were still covered in

various sticky fluids. She crumpled them up

and stuffed them into her mouth, giving me a defiant look. Because the panties were so small, you couldn't tell there was anything in her mouth when her lips were closed. But I figured the taste and the novel experience would

stimulate her. I reached down and,

sure enough, her lower body was already quite wet. Before she could even make a sound, we were at the front door. Aunt Wen was about to take out her keys when I grabbed her waist and abdomen, lifted

her skirt, pulled her buttocks back, and slid my already erect penis into her warm, slippery vagina.

Aunt Wen obviously didn't expect me to do this. It was 7:30 in the morning, and the neighbors could come out

to go to work at any time. Nan Nan or Uncle Bai could also open the door at any moment.

Ignoring Aunt Wen's taut body, I focused solely on rapid thrusting. My massive glans rubbed against her tight vaginal walls

, stimulating her to tremble, yet she dared not utter a sound, holding her

breath.

Less than a minute after I'd pinned her against the door, I felt she was about to climax. I released her waist

and slammed the doorbell.

"Coming, Mom's back," I heard Nan Nan's voice and the sound of her quick footsteps.

"Hiss hiss hiss," the same sound of her mother's orgasm that time in the basement, came from Aunt Wen.

The door opened slightly, momentarily obscuring our bodies, giving me time to put my large penis back into my school pants

.

"Nannan, I brought you breakfast. I helped Auntie carry the groceries on the way." I

said to Bai Nan, pretending nothing was wrong.

"Yes, come inside." Before Nannan could speak, Aunt Wen interjected.

How could that be?! Where are my underwear? They were just in my mouth. I didn't see Aunt Wen raise her hand. Did she swallow

them ??

(To be continued)

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