[Red River Desire - Return] (01-04) Author: zmftt1

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1. Chunhua's Troubles.

Chunhua knew Yuanhang's reclusive personality. He had been listless for years, only regaining some spirit in the last two years, but
he still lived a quiet life on his awning boat, rarely interacting with others.

Chunhua said that the awning boat was like his wife, and Lihong laughed.

Of all the women along the Hongshui River, she understood Chunhua best—a woman like herself living a life of widowhood.

But she was better off than Chunhua because she had Sen'er.

Chunhua also had a son named Donglei, stronger than Yang Sen and a full head taller than Chunhua.

Years ago, he was chosen by the military captain because of his good physique and enlisted in the army.

Everyone had high hopes for this clever young man, but he was discharged after only a year and a half.

Donglei made a mistake in the army, having an affair with a leader's wife. When the woman discovered it, she wanted to fight him.

He was severely beaten and sent back home.

Chunhua knew that her son's loneliness at home wasn't because of the beating, but because he still couldn't forget that woman.

More than a month after returning, she received a letter. When asked who it was from, Donglei remained silent.

Even without her saying anything, she knew it was from that vixen. Chunhua had seen the woman's photo when her son wasn't paying attention, and she
couldn't understand what was so special about a woman who looked about her age.

Donglei just couldn't forget it. He woke up in the middle of the night with heartburn and took a bath in the yard, drawing
buckets and pouring it over himself, but nothing could extinguish the burning fire in his heart.

His erection stubbornly pressed against his lower abdomen.

Chunhua had woken up early. Peeking through the curtains at her naked son, she felt a pang of heartache. In the moonlight, buckets of
cold water rushed down his strong body, and his troublesome erection stood proudly erect.

It made Chunhua feel even worse, and she couldn't help but turn away, placing one hand on her chest and the other rubbing it.

Some unpleasant thoughts made Chunhua very uneasy. She tormented herself several times that night, feeling a
burning .

She didn't want to get up in the morning, and after a long while, she finally shook the food box and brought food to Yuanhang. Seeing Yuanhang eating with gusto,
Chunhua realized she had only hastily ate a few bites that morning and was now hungry again.

She ate all of Yuanhang's leftovers.

Yuanhang looked at her with a sneer.

Chunhua touched her mouth, embarrassed, and gave the old man a light push.

Yuanhang asked if their son was feeling better, if he was still the same. Chunhua said, "Your son will go mad sooner or later, killed by that
woman ."

Yuanhang said, "It's alright, all young men go through that phase.

He'll be fine once he has a wife."

Chunhua said, "Our son hasn't even left the courtyard since he came back, how can he have a wife?"

In the end, the couple fell silent.

The awning boat swayed gently on the clear river, and in the distance, fish leaped and splashed on the surface.

"This illness needs treatment, and we need to treat it quickly."

Chunhua closed the food box and stepped off the gangplank. She vaguely heard Yuanhang say
,

not too loudly, "If you can't do it, then you do it." Chunhua turned around and glared fiercely at the old lecher.

Yuanhang said with a grin, "You gave birth, so you have to help."

Chunhua was already angry, and she rushed back onto the ship, "You're not his father anymore, it's all my fault."

Yuanhang sat there comfortably, looking up at Chunhua's breasts, which were barely contained by her floral top, "The antidote is
a woman, and we have a woman in our family."

Chunhua's heart skipped a beat, and she went berserk, "Are you crazy?"

"You're allowed to mess around like that, but you can't save my son."

Yuanhang persisted, using Li Pangzi's situation to pressure Chunhua.

"Why is my life so miserable? If it weren't for you, you eunuch, how could I have been ruined like this?"

Chunhua's tears fell onto the deck.

"You can be with anyone but Fatty Li!"

Yuanhang said angrily, his voice laced with rage at the mention of Fatty Li. If it weren't for Fatty Li's hand-operated tractor, the entire village
would , and countless people would admire him.

So, it was a pity that his boat and Fatty Li's vehicle couldn't travel on the same road; otherwise, Yuanhang would
have overtaken him with full power.

Unfortunately, his wife was uncooperative and had gotten involved with Fatty Li.

Because of this, Yuanhang had been living on his boat and hadn't been home.

Chunhua was in a state of turmoil. Going back meant facing her energetic son, who, as long as it wasn't raining, was
practicing military drills and combat exercises in the yard.

He didn't care about the blazing sun; his sweat-soaked camouflage vest clung tightly to his strong chest muscles, and his dark, muscular physique made
Chunhua dizzy.

Not daring to go home, she turned at the fork in the road and went to Lihong's house.

Yang Sen opened the door and welcomed her in. His warm greeting made Chunhua admire his youthful energy and
silently wished Donglei could be as sunny as Yang Sen.

As Yang Sen was about to leave for the shop, Chunhua called him back, telling him to take Donglei with him.

Lihong then came out of the house, straightening her clothes as she echoed Chunhua's suggestion that Yang Sen visit Donglei more often.

Yang Sen smiled and agreed to his mother. He greeted

Chunhua and left.

The two women watched the young man's vibrant spirit as he walked away.

Lihong's flushed face softened, and she composed herself, guiding Chunhua to a reclining chair under the grape trellis.

She went into the main room to fetch a teapot and teacups.

Chunhua lazily lay on the reclining chair, stretching out to reveal a glimpse of her fair waist, and sighed, "Lihong
, your life is so much more leisurely."

"Yes, it's good that Sen'er has someone to keep him company when he comes back, otherwise he'd be stuck in the shop gathering dust,"

Lihong said, pouring Chunhua a cup of tea.

"Lihong, your son is so good,"

Chunhua said sincerely.

Lihong, watching the sunlight filtering through the grape leaves and playfully illuminating Chunhua's blissful face, said, "You're smitten with this handsome young man
?"

Chunhua chuckled, took a sip of tea, and said, "How could I dare to covet your sweetheart? My soldier husband is enough to give me a headache
."

She then poured out her troubles to Lihong, recounting everything about Donglei and his unusual return.

Lihong, holding her teacup, listened without interrupting.

After Chunhua finished, she said, "Your husband isn't stupid from being a soldier, he's stupid from wanting a woman."

Chunhua thought it made sense and nodded in agreement, "Oh, my goodness, what should we do?"

Lihong looked at her face and leaned closer to whisper, "Do you still have anything to do with Ximei's family?"

Ximei's family refers to Fatty Li, who married into Ximei's family.

Chunhua felt strange that someone kept bringing this up all day, but she didn't dare to act rashly in front of Lihong and honestly answered,
"No, with Yuanhang like that, who isn't afraid he'll cause some trouble?"

Then, unwilling to give up, she said, "Since your son came back, he's been stuck at home all day. How can you have any thoughts about him?"

Lihong wanted to persuade Chunhua to win over her son, but she was afraid that Chunhua wouldn't accept it and would become suspicious of her.

She pondered how to say it in a way that Chunhua would accept.

Chunhua looked at Lihong's delicate eyebrows furrowed and was at a loss, "Goodness, please tell me!" "

Talk to Donglei more, don't let him keep it bottled up by himself."

Lihong really couldn't organize her thoughts and told Chunhua vaguely.

Chunhua's pent-up words exploded at the slightest spark, blurting out, "You want me, as his mother,
to seduce him and let him defile me?"

"Pah!"

Lihong spat out a mouthful of tea, glancing back into the house, afraid Changshu might hear.

No one was in the main room. Lihong whispered to Chunhua, "We don't even know who's defiled whom yet."

Chunhua returned home at sunset, completely disoriented. Her husband and closest sisters had been pushing her
towards the edge of a cliff, making her heart leap into her throat.

Thinking of her body drenched in water under the moonlight, a fire ignited within her.

She looked around the house but couldn't see the person who would catch her at the bottom of the cliff.

Just then, the aroma of dinner wafted from the backyard. Chunhua realized it was dinnertime. Going to the kitchen, she saw her son had prepared
dinner .

Chunhua was deeply moved. For so many years, the kitchen had felt like hers alone; she had never had a meal prepared for her.

Her son had worked in the mess hall during his time in the army, and this was the first time he'd cooked a meal for her in almost two months since he'd returned home.

What moved Chunhua even more was that the person busily serving the dishes in the kitchen was none other than her
son, whom she'd always thought had become foolish from his military service.

Chunhua tried to hide her overwhelming emotions and went to the stove to turn off the fire.

"The rice's a little burnt," her

son said apologetically, serving her a small bowl and noticing the yellowed rice and burnt rice crust.

"It's alright, Mom likes it a little burnt; it tastes better that way," he said

. Chunhua was on the verge of tears as she took the bowl and started shoveling food into her mouth, but her son stopped her. "Mom, slow down
. I'll cook for you often from now on,"

Donglei said, adding as he served his mother food. "I've worried you so much these past few days. I was so immature, but it's all
in the past . I promise I'll listen to you from now on."

Chunhua couldn't hold back anymore, and tears streamed down her face, falling into her bowl.

Her heart churned; this turn of events had come too quickly. How could she accept such a sudden turn of events?

"So what if I die?" Chunhua gritted her teeth and decided to risk everything and let him ruin me.

2. Donglei's Tactics.

Donglei wasn't stupid, he just got stuck in a rut.

Losing face in the army was bad enough, but the political instructor dragged him home and
publicized .

Donglei felt like dying. He didn't care about other people's opinions, including his father's, but he
couldn't bear to be looked down upon by his mother.

Donglei was terrified of his mother, a fear inherited from his father. In his memory, his mother was
a ruthless character; she called his father a useless, good-for-nothing man, and his father never uttered a sound.

His mother was very strict with him; his father secretly provided him with pocket money.

Then, something happened that changed Chunlei.

That Spring Festival, the village was exceptionally lively. Children and the elderly alike wore expressions of joy. Donglei and
Yang Sen, who had been playing happily at Ximei's house and were planning to stay up all night, were suddenly ushered out. Their friends whispered
and giggled , and Donglei overheard that Ximei's parents wanted to be affectionate with them and thought he was getting in their way.

That's when he learned a new phrase: the first firecracker of the new year.

Back home, he found the house cold; his parents had probably argued again.

His mother lay on her side on his bed, facing inwards, unsure whether she was awake or asleep.

Donglei, who had been playing wildly all night, quickly and cautiously went to sleep.

However, he had been too excited that night, and the constant sound of firecrackers outside kept him awake. Then, Donglei
felt the bed shaking, and in the darkness, he heard his mother's suppressed sobs.

Donglei was terrified and dared not move, but he couldn't resist cautiously turning his head to peek. That one glance was something Donglei would never
forget.

Normally, the room would be pitch black after the lights were off, but that night, because it was the Spring Festival, according to custom, a
light should be left on in the main room. It was that light from the main room, shining through the eaves, that allowed Donglei to see his mother. He didn't know when, but
she had lifted her blouse, revealing her round breasts. Her lower body was already naked, her legs spread wide, and one hand was rapidly
moving her genitals.

At that time, Donglei had already heard from outsiders that his father's weakness stemmed from his impotence. In his adolescence, he
seemed to know his mother's Achilles' heel, his mind filled with the image of his mother arching her back and moving her genitals.

Donglei seemed to have grown up from that night, understanding that men need women, and women cannot live without men.

When he competed with Yang Sen in urinating distance, he envied Yang Sen's unusually large penis, saying, "I wish I had your cock
."

The second half of that sentence stayed with him: "I could fuck my mother so well, more womanly than any other woman in the village."

Just as he was about to seduce his mother and pounce on her, he was taken in by a soldier. By

sheer bad luck, he met the wife of a political commissar in the army; she looked seven or eight parts like his mother, and Donglei started treating her
like his mother.

She spent her days helping out in the mess hall, and seeing that Donglei was a spirited young man, she
would take him with her when she went grocery shopping. Before long, they started having an affair.

Donglei was too ashamed to face his mother when he returned to Hongqiling, so he locked himself in his room all day, sometimes
training in the yard when he couldn't hold back. One

afternoon, Yang Sen came into the yard, practiced sparring with him for a while, and then left. Donglei and Yang Sen were best friends, but in his current state, he
didn't want to talk to him much, so he would just stand there silently, assuming a fighting stance.

Before leaving, Yang Sen turned back and said two things to him. The first was: "That's enough.
Nobody's talking about your shameful deeds anymore." The second was: "Your mother had a man outside while you were in the army. "

Dong Lei was stunned and chased after him, trying to grab Yang Sen. Yang Sen blocked him with a backhand, and the two stumbled.

Dong Lei, as if he had drunk strong liquor, braced himself against Yang Sen's arm, his eyes red: "Who was it?"

Yang Sen also fiercely braced himself, not letting him get an inch, afraid that he would do something foolish if he told him: "What do you know?

Do you know how much your mother suffered?"

Dong Lei remained silent, bracing himself against Yang Sen like an ox.

"If you're a man, stand up for your family. Don't be like your father, letting a woman take the lead."

Yang Sen knew about Dong Lei's mother's affair from Li Hong.

After Yang Sen left, Dong Lei lay on the ground in the yard for a while, thinking about the half-sentence that had been lingering in his heart.

—The moment Chunhua opened her eyes, she wanted to wear that dress. She had a sleeveless
top . Fatty Li said it looked good on city women, but Chunhua thought it looked like a vest, and if she lifted it up, she could see
half of her breasts under her armpits.

While washing her face, Chunhua deliberately turned to the side and lifted her arm in front of the mirror. She could indeed see half of her breasts, and also
her red bra.

Chunhua thought for a moment, then went back to her room and took off her bra. She even used her son's razor to shave the few hairs under her armpits
clean .

When she looked at herself in the mirror again, she could see her entire breasts. Her breasts, which weren't covered, were still
bouncing . In no time, her nipples hardened and pressed against her undershirt.

Chunhua blushed first and spat at her reflection in the mirror: "You slutty cat."

When Donglei got up and went to the kitchen, Chunhua was kneading dough on the cutting board with her back to her son.

Hearing her son come in, she deliberately lowered her waist, making her plump buttocks stick out.

She heard her son stop behind her, and could even feel his gaze fixed on
her hips . She heard him swallow, and felt a surge of fluid from her lower body.

Donglei couldn't resist. He turned to face his mother at the workbench, watching her knead dough. The white dough
changed shape under her hands, like a woman's breasts being kneaded by a man. Donglei's lower body hardened.

His mother seemed to sense this, looking up at him with a sweet smile. Because her hands were covered in flour, she asked him to fix
her bangs .

When his mother looked up, Donglei noticed that her breasts were not restrained and bounced freely, perfectly elastic.

When she raised her hand to let him fix her hair, he saw that one breast from under her armpit, so full and
hanging there like a peach.

Donglei felt he couldn't hold back any longer. He lifted her bangs and kissed her fair forehead.

He regretted it immediately, afraid of his mother's scolding, but seeing his mother's shy expression like a new bride, he thought, "

This woman is unbearable." Donglei fled from the kitchen.

When Lihong arrived, Chunhua hadn't finished making dumplings yet.

Lihong washed her hands and came to help.

The two women conspired again in the kitchen, and Lihong suddenly noticed Chunhua's clothes and started teasing her.

Chunhua blushed to the roots of her neck and denied it, saying, "It's hot today..." The more she tried to 　　explain, the worse it got , so she just went

for it: "Wasn't it you who instigated it?" "No, there are those who persuade people to reform, not those who force them to commit adultery. Now that I see the young man has recovered, you can rest." 　　Lihong remembered the agony she felt when she couldn't get any meat in her mouth. 　　But looking back, wasn't that agony also a kind of happiness? 　　"No, I'm afraid Dong'er will go astray." 　　Chunhua simply said shamelessly, "I have to keep an eye on him." 　　"Come on, stop flattering 　　me." Lihong retorted, "I know what you're thinking. Keep it up, I think it's ready." 　　Chunhua leaned closer and said excitedly, "I'm a little panicked. I was afraid Dong'er wouldn't care, but now I'm afraid... afraid..." " 　　Afraid of what?" 　　Lihong asked teasingly. 　　"That," 　　Chunhua said, her legs tightly closed, trembling, "it's different from Fatty Li. I didn't have any ideas. This morning he kissed me, and I almost fainted. If he really did *that*, I wouldn't have any strength left." 　　Lihong looked at Chunhua's tearful expression, secretly envious. The image of that chaotic rainy night flashed through her mind; she too had given in a daze. 　　Shamelessly, she whispered in Chunhua's ear, "Isn't this just a dream? Just close your eyes and let him do whatever he wants." 　　Chunhua could barely stand, her hands gripping the chair, tears welling in her eyes. "Don't you think it's too fast? Won't it be bad? If it... I haven't thought it through." 　　"Pah, you haven't thought about how to make it exciting, have you?" 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　3. The Rippling of the Red River. 　　Chunhua really hadn't decided on a position, and lying in bed that night, she was truly troubled by this question. 　　Lying on her back like that, it was certainly pleasurable for Dong'er to do as he pleased, but Chunhua felt she couldn't help but worry that he would see her shameful expression clearly. How could Dong'er answer her calls of "Mother" after that? 　　Chunhua thought about lying on her side on the bed, so they wouldn't be face to face, but she was afraid he wouldn't be able to get any pleasure from her virginity. 　　She thought she should kneel on the bed with her buttocks raised, her juicy genitals angled upwards and backwards. That way, given Dong'er's physique, he could thrust in hard, penetrating deep inside, and not wasting a single drop of the fluid . 　　She could bury her head in the pillow, and if she felt good, she could bite down on the pillowcase without embarrassing herself. 　　Chunhua thought her lower body felt like it had been pulled out of water, so she simply took off her underwear and pulled it to the foot of the bed. 　　She felt empty inside, her desire burning fiercely, and her juices flowing incessantly. 　　Just then, she heard the sound of water being poured in the yard. 　　Chunhua quickly got up and opened the window to look. 　　Donglei couldn't sleep either, his mind filled with images of his mother's white, bouncy breasts. 　　It was driving him crazy; his penis was throbbing with erection. 　　Unable to bear it any longer, Donglei jumped out of bed and went to the yard for a cold shower. 　　Chunhua watched Donglei's broad chest, his firm abdomen, and his erect penis trembling and defiantly protruding. Unable 　　to resist any longer, Chunhua's hands were already rubbing against him, the wet labia making a slapping sound as her fingers touched them. 　　Chunhua let out a low moan.

Dong Lei spotted the fluttering curtains. He knew there was a woman there who wanted him to have his way with her. Provocatively, he pointed
his erect penis in that direction, grabbing the base of the large, throbbing glans with one hand and slapping it against his other palm,
creating a powerful slapping sound in the quiet night.

Chunhua gripped the window frame tightly, trying not to go limp. The menacing glans and the powerful
slapping felt like it was hitting her overflowing genitals. The boy showed no mercy, slapping so hard that Chunhua
was about to cry out. A warm current surged through her abdomen, and lust burned throughout her body. Finally, she released her
left hand from the window frame and slumped to the ground, trembling.

————These past few days have been unbearably hot. When delivering food to Yuanhang, Chunhua avoided his gaze. Yuanhang
only dared to think about it in his mind, not daring to inquire about the progress.

As the sun set, Lihong brought her a bowl of stewed turtle soup. Chunhua accepted it, feeling somewhat touched.

Lihong was truly a good sister; thankfully, she was the only one who could offer advice at this time.

Otherwise, there would have been no way to explain.

At dinner, Chunhua was heating up the turtle soup like she was brewing Chinese medicine, as if it possessed a maddening medicinal property, an antidote to
unleash her body's frenzy.

But thinking of Dong'er's fierce appearance, Chunhua's legs trembled slightly.

At this moment, Dong'er crept up behind her and squeezed past the stove to get hot water. Usually, Chunhua would pull in her stomach to let him pass, but
this time she only leaned forward slightly, her buttocks stubbornly sticking out.

This caused Dong'er to miss his chance and freeze in place. Chunhua felt something hard
pressing and couldn't help but let out a sensitive groan.

Dong Lei didn't let this opportunity pass, and with a series of obvious thrusts, his erect penis thrashed wildly in her thriving garden
.

The sudden, intense sensation made Chunhua collapse onto the stove, gasping for breath

. The culprit then stopped, whistling as he took the water away.

Chunhua had actually ejaculated from Dong Lei's forceful thrusts in such a short time.

With tears welling in her eyes, she sobbed, "You good-for-nothing."

At dinner, Donglei watched his wife blush and stand shyly to the side, feeling incredibly proud. In a moment of exhilaration,
he ordered , "Bring some wine."

Chunhua quickly put down her bowl, went to the room, and found the medicinal wine that Donglei's father had gotten as a tonic. She
poured Donglei a full bowl.

Wanting to bolster her courage, she poured herself a small bowl as well; she was genuinely a little taken aback by her son's boldness.

Donglei took a large gulp, the fiery wine burning down his throat and into his stomach.

Sweat immediately broke out, soaking a patch on his camouflage vest. Chunhua, concerned, told him to take it off if he felt hot.

Donglei readily removed his vest, revealing his bronze chest muscles.

Donglei remembered how his mother, always so particular about appearance, had once scolded him, making him look
like .

This time, they not only made him take off his shirt but also brought him turtle soup, urging him to drink more. Sure enough, women are
fickle . Thinking this, he raised his glass to his mother, clinked glasses, and took a hearty gulp.

After dinner, Dong Chunhua told Dong Lei to take a bath, not letting him clean up, saying a man should do what a man should do,
and these things were for women.

Dong Lei knew his mother had finally realized she was a woman and knew what a man should do. Tonight it was fine.

Dong Lei took a shower in the yard and felt much cooler. His mother didn't shower in the room either; she lowered her head, carried a bucket of water
into the yard's shower room, and Dong Lei listened to the splashing water through the bamboo partition. The medicinal wine combined with the turtle soup's aftereffects surged up
, and his penis was rock hard.

The sound of water inside stopped, and his mother's voice came: "Dong'er, help me carry a bucket of water."

"Yes."

Dong Lei took the iron bucket from behind the door, filled it, and carried it over. His mother opened the door from
the inside and let him in. Dong Lei put down the bucket and saw that his mother was covering her chest with a red towel,
the rest of her body exposed to his greedy gaze.

His mother's legs were together, and there was a dark patch in her triangle area.

The two faced each other.

Dong Lei struggled internally about whether to just carry her back and lift her up! After a while, Chunhua could hardly hold on anymore
. Feeling like she was about to collapse, she said with difficulty, "You can go out first. Help me massage my back later." ————
———— Dong Lei stood at the door of his mother's room for a while before mustering the courage to knock. The door was not closed and opened with a push.
The room was a little dark. It turned out that no lights were on, only a candle flickering on the dressing table.

The mosquito net was down, and through the thin veil, Dong Lei saw his mother lying face down on the bed, a dry towel covering her back, and
wearing only thin underpants.

Dong Lei inwardly cheered; this avoided any awkwardness between them. He closed the door behind him and went to the bedside.

His mother's face was turned away, her eyes closed, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.

She wasn't asleep.

Dong Lei chuckled inwardly, his tension lessening.

He gently massaged his mother's bare shoulders.

Dong Lei had served the political commissar's wife in the army; that city woman knew how to enjoy herself. With her, Dong Lei
had learned many skills for serving women, which he now applied to his mother. Before he even massaged her lower body,
Dong Lei felt her body contort with sensitivity.

4. The Voyage Returns.

Nie Yuanhang couldn't wait any longer; he decided to go and verify it, locking the awning boat.

Under the moonlight, he set off on his way home.

Along the narrow alleyway where the eaves met, Nie Yuanhang walked briskly, as if afraid to return to his youth and miss a performance in front of
the ancestral hall .

His hurried steps on the bluestone path caused the restless dogs to bark in the middle of the night.

Finally, he reached his own courtyard gate. Nie Yuanhang felt a pang of loneliness. How long had it been since he'd returned? He never imagined his return
would be so clandestine.

Nie Yuanhang entered through the backyard. The grunts of the piglets in the pigsty made him nervous, as if he were a thief. He

took a deep breath before the back door, unloaded the water bottle he'd carried, and poured water down the
hinge where the door met the ground.

Then, using a thin bamboo stick he'd prepared in his pocket, he carefully pried open the bolt through the crack in the back door, pushing it inch by inch until
the back door opened silently.

Nie Yuanhang inhaled deeply, tiptoed inside, and moved along the corridor to the east wing door.

Nie Yuanhang took a long breath and slowly exhaled, but there was no sound from the east wing.

He doubted his judgment, wondering if it was too late and the play had already ended. Reluctantly, he peered through
the keyhole .

The scene before him made Nie Yuanhang gasp; it seemed this was a never-ending drama.

A lamp was lit in the room, its shade somehow covered with red paper, casting a red glow
throughout .

The floral curtains were gone, replaced by heavy, dark blue fabric,
separating the room from the outside world.

A washbasin sat on the dressing table, a towel still soaking in it.

Bowls and chopsticks lay on a chest, leftover food—whether from lunch or dinner—just
sitting there, waiting for someone hungry to eat.

Several wads of toilet paper lay on the floor, clearly having been there for a while.

The mother and daughter's madness surprised Nie Yuanhang.

He had assumed they would spend time together, but it seemed they had no time at all.

He glanced at the bed, which was also a mess. The sheets were twisted like a rope, and the towels used as bedding
were half-draped on the bed and half-draped on the floor. The pillow was in the middle of the bed.

Nie Yuanhang found the two people behind the bed. Chunhua was lying on the rattan chair that had been in the front yard. Her upper body was completely naked except
for a skirt that she couldn't tell what kind it was, which was wrapped around her waist. Her lower body was also naked, hanging open on
the armrests .

"Too shameful," Nie Yuanhang cursed inwardly.

This wasn't a mother and daughter; it was a couple indulging in pleasure.

Then he saw the muscular man with dark skin, his vest dripping with sweat. He was squatting down, his right hand
gripping his thick, hard penis and pressing it against the woman's already blooming vulva.

Nie Yuanhang felt a chill for the woman. This glans, spread open like an umbrella, was as big as a hawk,
many times thicker than the soft, twisted thing in his hand. How could she bear it? The woman, with her long, black hair loose,
also looked down nervously at the powerful man about to invade her.

The man was pleased with the woman's somewhat docile yet fearful expression, proudly
slapping his erect penis against her dew-kissed petals.

The woman, unable to bear it any longer, glanced at him, then her slender arms wrapped tightly around his neck, taking his mouth in a greedy
sucking motion, emitting soft moans.

The man relentlessly slapped at the woman, who was already trembling with desire, the wet,
slapping sounds making Nie Yuanhang tremble with excitement as well.

He cursed inwardly, thinking this huge thing was going to kill him.

The man pushed his glans aside the slippery labia, inserting a portion.

He placed his hands on the woman's knees, spreading her legs wider to allow her to better absorb the penis.

The woman, biting the towel, frantically cooperated, raising her genitals to offer the man as much as possible.

The man thrust forward, squeezing half of his penis inside.

The woman couldn't hold back, letting out a cry. The man pressed one of her legs against her chest, his lower body moving
rhythmically .

From slow to fast, soon the sounds of rapid slapping filled the air.

The rhythm moved Nie Yuanhang. Since marrying Chunhua, they had always aimed for a life together.

Their intimate moments were mostly shared in the dark at night, a normal
married life Nie Yuanhang had always considered normal.

But this scene before him taught him a profound lesson. This was real fucking;
this be used.

Dong Lei's unhurried thrusting made Nie Yuanhang feel inferior. He was only halfway through, yet the woman beneath him
was arching her slender neck high, her mouth agape.

What a skilled man he must be to be so composed in the face of a woman.

The woman's body was completely dominated by the man, and with each deep thrust, the woman's
reaction grew increasingly intense. Finally, when the man thrust his penis all the way in, the woman let out a long, almost frenzied "Ah
! "

This cry was particularly clear that night, startling Nie Yuanhang.

But Dong Lei didn't react; he remained still, leaning down to gently kiss Chunhua's body.

In just a moment, Chunhua's right arm climbed onto Donglei's back, caressing him intimately.

Donglei began thrusting again.

Nie Yuanhang saw that it was still the same position: the man gripped the woman's waist with his large hand, thrusting his rock-hard penis hard
.

The woman's breasts swayed wildly, making Nie Yuanhang dizzy with pleasure, his uncooperative member spitting out
his semen.

Nie Yuanhang leaned against the locked door and slumped to the ground, a bitter smile inexplicably appearing on his face. He suddenly felt a sense of relief,
thinking that Chunhua had finally become a woman, and that her life hadn't been in vain.

Nie Yuanhang felt that tonight's drama was worth watching, a rare spectacle.

The main characters were his two closest people, relentlessly demanding from and satisfying each other—this was
the true meaning of a man and woman being together.

They had broken moral boundaries, but he didn't care. He cared more about Chunhua finding Fatty Li and giving her virginity
to the enemy.

This was a great humiliation for Nie Yuanhang.

What made him even happier was seeing Dong Lei's masculine side; this was a real man.

Nie Yuanhang let out a long sigh of relief. With a son in the family, there would be a pillar of support.

The performance in the side room was still going strong. Nie Yuanhang wanted to watch a little longer before leaving. He squinted through the keyhole and saw a man standing like a tower
, pressing down on a trembling woman in his arms. The woman's legs were held by the man, unable to escape. Her hands were tightly wrapped around the man's
neck , and her body was already swaying from side to side as

he tossed her around. Moving to the bedside, the man pulled the woman onto the bed. The woman knelt and lay there, her
body erect, facing the headboard. The man was fucking her from behind, his hands holding Chunhua's buttocks.

He was fucking her hard when he slapped Chunhua's trembling, plump, white buttocks.

Chunhua let out a soft moan of relief, her buttocks raised high as she was fucked.

From Anghang's angle, he could only see their backs. In the intervals between Dong Lei's squatting and fierce fucking,
Donghang saw the point where the two were joined.

The hard penis stretched open the vulva, which was covered in lustful fluid, and each thrust brought out a fine stream of juice.

The testicles hanging from the penis acted like accomplices, slapping against the defenseless
genitals .

Dong Lei's thrusts grew faster and faster, Chunhua's hands bracing her against the wall like a small boat tossed about in a flash flood, losing all
direction .

Nie Yuanhang could hear Chunhua's excited, tearful moans, and he thought to himself, "Son, this
is fuck your mother! Fuck her until she's completely submissive, let her know how powerful the men of the Nie family are!"

Dong Lei seemed to hear him, slamming his mother against the headboard while slapping her trembling buttocks several times.

Nie Yuanhang had never laid a hand on Chunhua, nor could he bring himself to, but his son's thrusts gave him a genuine sense of
pleasure.

It turns out women like it when men don't treat them like wives when they're on top; they want women to be used, don't be stingy, use them as much
as you want. You really don't know how much women can endure being fucked; maybe that's why cheating is more exciting.

Nie Yuanhang wanted to rush in and comfort his wife, now a mess, asking, "Wife, are you enjoying it
?"

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