Spring Breeze Crossing

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(1)

Although it was morning, the sun was still scorching, and the air conditioner in the room had been turned off, making it very stuffy.

Yanni got up early, prepared breakfast, and then sat by the window, holding a folding fan and gently waving it. Although the sun was intense, it was still early morning. Before being laid off, Yanni was a singing talent in the factory. Normally, Yanni could turn on the stereo as soon as she got up, listen to music, and hum a song, but she was afraid that it would disturb her son's sweet dreams, so she didn't dare to turn it on. On Saturday, Yanni knew that her son would sleep in, and her daughter-in-law, Xiaomei, had taken her grandson to her parents' home. She finally had a chance to relax and should take a good rest.

A cool breeze blew in from outside the window, lifting her long hair, which made her feel much less irritable.

Outside the window, a large tree, its branches and leaves lush and green, attracted swarms of cicadas that chirped incessantly, their hissing sound like a plea for justice. Normally, this would be pleasant natural music, but for some reason, Yanni couldn't feel happy. She felt a strange restlessness within her, a restlessness that seemed to be suppressed by something. Lately, Wang Yanni had been feeling this restlessness, but recently it had grown increasingly intense.

Several flowerpots outside the window were in full bloom, and a few bees buzzed around them. Wang Yanni stared blankly at all this, thinking about everything that had happened last night, and sighed softly: "Sigh, being a woman like me is really not easy..."

"Mom, what are you thinking about?"

Her son Xiaoqing's words startled Yanni. Yanni turned around, scolding, "Lazybones, finally up! If Xiaomei were home, I'd like to see if you'd still dare!"

"What's there to be afraid of, Mom? Don't give me that." Xiaoqing moved closer to his mother and plopped down. "Oh, what a cool breeze."

Yanni glanced at her son, and her face inadvertently turned red. Xiaoqing was shirtless, wearing only a pair of tight red briefs, his manhood bulging out.

"Qing'er, go wash your face, put on your clothes, and have breakfast. I bought your favorite tofu pudding; it's probably getting cold by now."

"Mom, I don't have to go to work anyway, and it's windy and cool... Oh, by the way, did you argue with Dad again last night?"

"You heard it again?" Wang Yanni's face suddenly turned mostly red as she said slowly.

"What was it about? I hope it won't cause any big problems?" Xiaoqing asked knowingly.

Yanni reached out and smoothed her wind-blown hair, saying softly, "It's between adults, the younger generation shouldn't meddle."

Xiaoqing paused, remained silent for a while, and then said, "Mom, I know even if you don't say it, Dad has kidney deficiency, he's not good in that area..."

"Stop talking nonsense, go wash your face."

"Mom, if that's the case, it's very uncomfortable for a woman. Which woman doesn't have that need? People say men are the dregs of a woman's medicine. Mom, look, you've got another pimple on your face." "You brat, why do you talk so much nonsense?" Wang Yanni raised her hand, "If you say another word, I'll hit you." "Even if you hit me, I'll still say it, Mom, how can you endure this?" "I'll hit you, I'll hit you, you little beast." Yanni said angrily, gently patting her son's bottom twice.

"Ouch, that hurts." Xiaoqing suddenly threw himself into his mother's arms.

"You brat, you already have a son, and you still want to breastfeed?" Xiaoqing's head pressed against Yanni's chest, making her feel a tingling sensation.

"Mom, do you still have milk? If you do, I'll eat." Xiaoqing deliberately rubbed his head against his mother's breast, placing his hand on her buttocks as he did so.

"Get away! Doesn't Xiaoyan have milk? Why don't you go eat hers?" Yanni said, seemingly angry but not really, pressing Xiaoqing's head down without pushing him away.

Xiaoqing gently pinched his mother's buttocks, half-jokingly saying, "Mom, such a nice butt, it's a pity no one's using it."

"You little brat, if you say that again... if you say that again I'll pinch your mouth shut. You've been eating too much outside, now you want to eat your mother's?"

Yanni lightly patted Xiaoqing's handsome face. Yanni was a beauty, and Xiaoqing, being her own son, was naturally not far behind in appearance.

Seeing that his mother wasn't really angry, Xiaoqing became even more audacious, actually sticking his fingers inside his mother's cheongsam.

"Mom, I bet you're wearing red underwear today," Xiaoqing whispered in Yanni's ear.

"Bullshit! How would you know what underwear I'm wearing?" Yanni felt a sudden itch in her lower body, a surge of desire washing over her, but she remained calm.

"Mother talking nonsense?" Xiaoqing's hand slowly slid down to the forbidden area beneath his mother's cheongsam and pressed down hard.

"Mmm..." Yanni groaned inwardly, but she dared not show any weakness in front of her son. "Qing'er, stop it, hurry up, the tofu pudding is getting cold."

"Who said that? It's terribly hot." Taking advantage of his mother's inattention, Xiaoqing quickly slipped his hand inside his mother's panties, his fingers gently probing Yanni's vulva.

"Mmm, mmm, Xiaoqing, no, stop it, Mom begs you."

"Mom, you must be thinking about men, you're all wet?" Xiaoqing's fingers continued to probe deeper.

"Mmm, mmm..." Yanni's whole body twitched involuntarily, but she quickly regained her composure, sternly telling her son, "Be careful your dad sees this when he gets back, he'll kill you." "Dad usually takes an hour or two to go for a walk in the morning, it's alright, Mom, don't think too much about it. I just want to see how my sister and I squeezed out of such a small hole." Xiaoqing said, thrusting his fingers into her vagina, his mouth biting Yanni's nipple through her soft cheongsam.

Yanni couldn't hold back any longer and groaned a few times.

"Mom, are you enjoying it? If you are, shout it out loud. Don't worry, no one will hear you." At this moment, a familiar cough came from outside the door.

"Stop it, your dad's back." Yanni pushed her son away and stood up. Xiaoqing calmly walked to the bathroom, casually picked up a face towel, humming the popular song "Too Softhearted," and began washing her face.

"The same old three dishes again. Can't you change things up?" Old Wang complained as soon as he got home and saw the food on the table.

"You think you're the provincial party secretary? You're just a gatekeeper, and you want bird's nest and ginseng?" Yan Ni was furious when she heard her husband say that.

"Have you been taking the wrong medicine lately? Are you horny again?" Old Wang couldn't stand his wife calling him a gatekeeper. A few years ago, Old Wang had worked as a workshop foreman in the factory for quite a while, but time waits for no one. The factory's performance had been poor in recent years, and layoffs were common. Even as a gatekeeper, he had to work his butt off.

These days, having any job at all is a blessing.

"Your mother's the one who's horny, you good-for-nothing old thing!" Yan Ni yelled at Old Wang viciously. Although Yan Ni was nearly 40, she still had a ladylike demeanor and graceful manners. Her cursing sounded like singing.

"You fucking asking for a beating today, don't you?" Old Wang, a former soldier, was enraged and raised his fist at his wife.

"Come on, hit me! Just kill me! Living with someone like you is the worst luck imaginable. I'd rather be dead!" Yanni said, then started sobbing.

"Dad, how can you be like this? Mom, don't cry, let me try to calm you down," Xiaoqing said, trying to smooth things over as her parents' argument escalated.

"I've had enough of living... umm..." Seeing her son come out to mediate, Yanni suddenly felt a sense of security and lowered her head, hiding her face as she went into the kitchen.

"Dad, you've been married for decades, what's there to argue about?" Xiaoqing said to her father.

"Sigh, Xiaoqing, you don't know, your mother's temper has been getting worse lately." Old Wang looked at his son and sighed helplessly.

"Dad, just be patient with her, Mom will be 40 in a few days, it's menopause." Hearing his son say this, Old Wang didn't know what to say and buried his head in his tofu pudding.

After breakfast, Xiaoqing went into the bedroom and called Zhang Xiaoyan, the boss's wife at the company.

"Hey, you lazybones, get up! I thought you were still lying there like a corpse. Did you miss me?" Wang Xiaoyan's voice was particularly loud on the other end of the phone.

"Oh, your husband isn't home again?" Xiaoqing leaned against the headboard and said affectionately into the phone.

"He's at home. I'm at the company right now."

"How about coming to my house today, Xiaoyan?"

"I'm old enough to be your mother. What's with all this 'Xiaoyan' nonsense? You're so disrespectful... Why is no one home?" "Only my mother is here. Dad went out to play chess, and my wife went back to her parents' house. Don't worry, my Xiaoyan." "...I'll come later. I'm hanging up now."

"You little slut, you forgot again. You should have said something nice."

"I really don't know how your mother raised you. Kid, I'll give you a break this time—dear father, dear father." "Oh, so good. My little Xiaoyan is so good. I'll make sure your cunt blooms later." Xiaoqing smiled smugly and hung up the phone.

(2)

When Zhang Xiaoyan came in, Yanni was sitting in front of the dressing table, feeling sad. The face in the mirror was still so beautiful, the well-fitting cheongsam accentuating her curves perfectly. It was truly a case of a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung. Yanni stared at the mirror, silently cursing in her heart. Yanni used to be a well-known beauty in Old Wang's factory. With her looks, she could have found a good husband, but the prevailing trend back then was to marry a soldier, and she couldn't escape that. Thinking back, Yanni felt a pang of regret. "Alas, why is my life so bitter?

" "Sister Yanni, what are you busy with?" Xiao Yan and Yanni had worked together in the same factory and were quite familiar with each other.

"Oh, it's Xiao Yan. What's wrong? Didn't you go to manage the business today?" Yanni disliked this woman, so her tone was rather harsh. This woman was not only ugly but also lewd and vulgar, with a consistently improper lifestyle. "Ugly people often cause trouble"—this saying was absolutely true.

"It's a day off today. Didn't you see Xiaoqing isn't at work?" Xiaoyan used to be extremely jealous of Yanni, whose beauty had stolen so much of her limelight. However, things have changed. Xiaoyan no longer cares about Yanni at all. In fact, in her heart, Yanni is nothing more than a pretty face, unlike her, who can command respect everywhere and became a millionaire in just a few years after entering the business world.

"Mom, Yan'er is eating here today. Go buy some good groceries." Xiaoqing said to her mother, patting Xiaoyan's waist.

"Oh, I know. I'll go in a bit." Yanni stood up, gave Xiaoyan a few cold laughs, and cursed inwardly: "You slut, is she after my son this time? Sigh, Xiaoqing is really pathetic, even going after such an ugly woman."

Xiaoqing and Xiaoyan had already gone into the bedroom. Xiaoqing's bedroom was decorated in a very trendy style. A huge, provocative portrait of Madonna was pasted on the wall opposite the bed, and several celebrity portraits were casually placed along the wall. To the left of the bed was a bookshelf filled with romance novels. Xiaoqing had made a living off women over the years, and reading these books had helped him understand women's psychology. A small, neat, and pretty acrylic table

sat at the head of the bed. Before he could even close the door, Xiaoyan had already collapsed into Xiaoqing's arms: "Daddy, I'll make you suffer to death today!"

"I'll go close the door," Xiaoqing said, trying to push away Xiaoyan's hands, which were styled like the claws of a skeleton demon.

Xiao Yan couldn't wait any longer: "What are you doing? Your mother's done this before. Leave the door open, let her drool. Let me tell you, back then at the factory, your father was always listless. You know why, right? Your mother looks quiet on the outside, but she's a total slut at heart."

"You little bitch, how dare you insult my mother! I'll fuck you to death!" Seeing Xiao Yan's impatience, Xiao Qing didn't insist anymore. He flipped Xiao Yan over and pinned her down, showering her with kisses.

Actually, Xiao Yan's face was ugly, but her figure was quite good. Her ample breasts made her green short-sleeved shirt bulge. As for her lower body, it was even more impressive. Her slender waist perfectly accentuated her full, beautiful buttocks.

"Let's work on my ass first, dear Daddy. My ass is especially itchy today." As she spoke, Xiao Yan had already stripped Xiao Qing naked.

"I'll do as you please, you little slut." Xiaoqing gritted his teeth, lifted Xiaoyan's legs, and flipped her over to the edge of the bed. Then, he got off the bed, lifted Xiaoyan's short skirt, pulled her panties to the side, and thrust his penis into her anus. Xiaoyan was already so aroused that her anus was already wet with the lustful fluid flowing from her vagina. In addition, her anus was often stimulated, so it was easy for his penis to go in.

"You little beast, what kind of way is this? You don't even take your clothes off." Xiaoyan frowned and squinted as she moaned, teasingly in a trembling voice.

"This is called inserting the whole chicken, my dear, have you seen it before?" Xiaoqing thrust hard dozens of times. Xiaoyan's anus was strange; it actually produced lustful fluid, and it was hot as fire inside. Xiaoqing thrust very smoothly, and it felt like there were insects biting inside Xiaoyan's anus, tightening and contracting, making Xiaoqing's penis head feel extremely pleasurable.

Xiaoqing thrust in and out rapidly, while Xiaoyan's hands scratched even more frantically, two fingers moving in and out of her vagina, uttering a string of moans, "Daddy, you're so naughty!"

Xiaoqing gripped Xiaoyan's waist, thrusting up and down, and vaginal fluid flowed from her anus, gradually turning a dark yellowish-brown, smelling foul yet fragrant—Xiaoyan, to please men, would stimulate her anus, often dripping French perfume into it.

The faster the thrusting, the more intense Xiao Yan's desire became. She felt an extreme pleasure in her buttocks and turned her head to say in a trembling voice, "Dear Father, this buttock of mine was born for you. You're fucking me so good, I'm so happy." Xiao Qing asked while thrusting, "Little slut, Father is making you feel so good, how should you thank Father?" "What's the rush? Just take good care of me. I have two thousand yuan in my bag, enough for you to seduce prostitutes for a while." Seeing that the slut said this, Xiao Qing used even more tricks. He put a pillow under the slut's lower abdomen, pulled her left and right hands to make her straighten her buttocks, and thrust his hard cock in and out to the root. With just one thrust and a thud, he made Xiao Yan feel so happy that she cried out, "Dear Father, you're fucking me so good, harder, you're fucking me until my soul is gone." She even turned her head to kiss Xiao Qing. Xiaoqing, feeling exhilarated, stopped after hundreds of thrusts, panting heavily, thinking, "This slut is too difficult to handle.

" Xiaoyan, still aroused, said in a coquettish voice, "Why aren't you moving, you little slut?" Xiaoqing said, "You little slut, won't you let your father rest?"

Xiaoyan said, "I don't care, hurry up and relieve my itch."

Xiaoqing said, "Fine, I'll fuck you to death today, don't beg for mercy." Xiaoqing's penis was thick and long, even surpassing that of a black man, reaching eight inches. With these words, Xiaoqing became fierce, gripping Xiaoyan's buttocks and thrusting all the way to the root. Xiaoyan felt a burning, itchy sensation in her buttocks. She quickly said, "Daddy, it's so hot and swollen inside, it's so uncomfortable, faster!" Xiaoqing, wildly aroused, thrust all the way to the root, pulling and pulling, making Xiaoyan scream and cry, saying, "Let me go, let me give you a few more thrusts to my heart's content."

Xiaoqing ignored her and lifted her legs, dangling them in the air. Xiaoyan had no choice but to press her hands against the edge of the bed and thrust her buttocks back. Xiaoqing was strong and vigorous, and he thrust in and out hundreds of times, making Xiaoyan feel excited and her buttocks wet. Later, her buttocks became drier and drier, and Xiaoyan suddenly felt a pain in her buttocks. She hurriedly said in a trembling voice, "Dear Daddy, please spare me, I can't take it anymore, or my buttocks will be ruined."

Xiaoqing laughed and said, "Little slut, beg for mercy, Daddy will grant your wish this time." After saying that, he pulled out his penis, turned Xiaoyan's head around, and made her suck it.

Xiao Yan sucked for a while, then said to Xiao Qing, "No, this slut's pussy is so itchy, Daddy Xiao Qing, just fuck me and have a good time."

Xiao Qing smiled and said, "You slut, it's really not easy to satisfy you." So without saying a word, he pulled down Xiao Yan's panties and shoved his penis into her pussy without any direction. Xiao Yan said,

"Daddy, be gentle, it's hurting my tummy."

While thrusting, Xiao Qing asked Xiao Yan, "I'm twenty-one, you're thirty-eight, why do you call me Daddy so exciting?" Xiao Yan said, "This slut loves this."

Without saying anything more, the two made love. After her son and Xiao Yan left, Yan Ni sat in front of her dressing table, thinking about the details of her son's flirtatious behavior towards her recently. She couldn't help but let her imagination run wild. Could he really have that kind of feeling? No, no, Yan Ni kept circling question marks in her mind, and then making one denial after another. That's practically animalistic! Her son has been to university for a few days, even if it was self-funded; he should at least understand basic morality. Could it be because she didn't discipline him enough in this area growing up? To be honest, Yanni loved her son the most; she'd cherished him like a precious gem since he was little, and she even bathed him when he was eight or nine.

Yanni stared blankly for a while, thinking it over and over, but couldn't come to a conclusion. Finally, she remembered Xiaoqing's earlier confession. Oh, she almost forgot, buying groceries—that old slut, she's a real scoundrel. Yanni straightened up, and suddenly her face flushed—how could there be a water stain on her delicate cheongsam? Yanni lowered her head, glanced around the room, and quickly closed the door. Sigh, how could there be so much water in her vagina, soaking her underwear? Could it be…? Yanni dared not think further.

Yanni hurriedly took off her cheongsam, changed her underwear, and put on an off-the-shoulder dress. To be honest, at her age, such a dress wasn't really suitable, but it was hot, and who cared so much? Yanni thought to herself. The off-the-shoulder white dress was bought for her by Xiaoqing's wife, Xiaomei. Although Yanni and Xiaomei never got along, she still remembered this small favor. The dress was a bit tight at the top; it was actually a large size, but Yanni's breasts seemed a bit too big. Although Yanni had lost her job, she had a doting son, and she didn't lack money for things like maintaining her health. Her breasts were still so full, and her nipples were erect and hard; she didn't look like she was nearly forty at all.

After getting dressed, Yanni looked at herself in the mirror three more times before opening the door and quietly leaving the room.

Just as Yanni reached the door of the east room, which was also her son Xiaoqing's room, she heard a series of loud, fierce squeaking sounds, as if two people were fighting desperately. Looking inside, Yanni saw Xiaoyan holding her son Xiaoqing's right foot, clad in a high heel, while her left foot, also clad in a shoe, was hoisted onto his shoulder. Xiaoqing was calling out "Dad!" repeatedly. Looking at her son Xiaoqing's penis, she saw it was thick and large, even surpassing her father's in its prime. His penis was thrusting in and out of Xiaoyan's vagina like a giant python drilling, fast and rapid, making the labia majora throb and spit out fluid. "

Xiaoyan is such a slut," Yanni thought, feeling a surge of anger and a burning itch in her lower body. She then realized that the sounds were actually the effects of her vaginal fluids. Jenny wanted to leave, but her feet wouldn't move. Just then, the young starlet's eyes darted sideways, her face flushed, her body limp like cotton, unable to meet him. She gasped and mumbled incoherently, calling him "Daddy," groaning softly.

"What a slut, calling my son 'Daddy,' letting him fuck her. Am I not your grandma?" Jenny muttered bitterly to herself.

Looking at her son, Xiaoqing, she suddenly lifted Xiaoyan's legs and began to thrust violently, each thrust faster than the last, like a pile driver. A chill ran down her spine: Oh, if only this penis could be inserted… While Yanni was lost in thought, Xiaoyan's triangular eyes narrowed into slits. She gripped Xiaoqing's shoulders tightly and cried out, "My dear father, my dear Xiaoqing father, this slut is going to die today!" After crying out, she rolled her head back and forth on the pillow a few times, her breathing becoming faint, as if she had fainted. Her face turned yellow, making her look even more unsightly. Yanni could no longer bear it. Through her clothes, she touched her lower body and felt a vast, wet expanse. She quickly ran back to her room, closed the door, and pulled up her skirt, inserting her fingers into her vagina. After only a few thrusts, she ejaculated profusely, instinctively crying out, "My good Qing'er, oh, so pleasurable."

After climaxing, Yanni's body went limp, and she collapsed onto the bed. After a while, she finally calmed down from the exhilarating feeling of flying through the air. Remembering she needed to go grocery shopping, she hurriedly grabbed a pair of jeans from the closet and changed. The jeans were tight and stiff, making her body feel constricted, but Yanni didn't care. After changing, she rushed past her son's bedroom door, flung open the living room door with a whoosh, slammed it shut, and fled downstairs.

[The End]

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