[Conquering a Celebrity Wife] (04) Author: Tango in Dreams

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Chapter 4 The Mother Giving Her Son Oral Sex

It was already three in the morning. The school dormitory was closed, and my dad was probably off having fun with Aunt Li at the convenience store again.
I had no intention of going back.

Who was still awake at this hour? I rubbed my chin.

That guy, he probably wasn't asleep yet.

Thinking of this, I picked up my phone, found his number, and dialed it.

Beep beep—

After waiting for a long time, the other end finally answered.

"Hey—Jiang—ah—Yu, what do you want?"

A young male voice came from the other end of the phone, panting as he spoke to me.

I listened carefully and heard a woman's moans and wet sounds. He was probably giving me oral sex.
If he were having sex, he probably wouldn't have answered the phone.

"Your mom is giving you oral sex?" I teased.

"Yeah, there's no one better than your mom, hehe." He didn't mince words and agreed.

Yes, the person giving him oral sex must have been his mother, a beautiful young woman.

No one would have imagined that Song Xiaoqin, the chairwoman of Qingyue Group, the woman everyone drooled over, would
have this kind of relationship with her son.

"Hiss—Mom, lick his scrotum too." He said to his mother on the other end of the phone, and then I heard
sucking sounds.

"I'll come to your house for a nap later," I said.

"What, not at Xu Jianglu's?" he asked, a little confused.

"No, her son suddenly came back." I sounded quite regretful.

"What—?" He was clearly surprised and worried, but his mother must have been working hard.

"Hiss—ah—Mom—swallow deeper!"

After a while, he replied, "You weren't caught, were you?"

"Of course not." I found it quite funny.

"Xu Jianglu, such a beauty, I'd be willing to lose ten years of my life just to have sex with her." he exclaimed.

"Hiss! Mom, I was wrong—wrong! I won't do it again, you'll bleed if you bite again, Mom!" he suddenly
begged for mercy.

I chuckled.

Honestly, even if Xu Jianglu were lying naked in front of him, he wouldn't touch her. I know
him too well.

He loves his mother no less than she loves him.

He once told me he wanted to be with her for life, relying on each other, growing old together.

It was a promise of forever; a day less wouldn't be a lifetime.

Their love and family bond are truly touching.

His father died when he was young, and his mother, alone, rejected all men, raising him while
running his father's small company.

This Song Xiaoqin is truly an extraordinary woman, possessing a terrifying, almost incomprehensible, business acumen
.

Her ruthless methods, rational decisions, and prodigious talent were fully revealed at this moment.

In just ten years, her company became nationally renowned, with an estimated market value of hundreds of billions of yuan.

But this same woman fell completely in love with her son, my brother, Zhou Han.

It was also he who helped me get into this university through connections.

I bless them. This love, incomprehensible to most, defying morality, is like
a sapling in a storm. They endure the hardships, yet remain steadfast and resilient, clinging to each other.

I've always believed that in love, you can choose not to understand, not to bless, but you absolutely cannot oppose, even if you
know the ending will be bloody.

If you love, then it's over. Love is the

best, the world is the worst.

Their love is like lovers sitting in a dilapidated jeep, smoky and bumpy, moving forward,
confused yet blissful.

I once saw a movie called *Happy Together*, about the on-again, off-again love
story of two men.

The whole story is like a dusty twilight oil painting: a man plays the erhu
on a street , leaning against a window, lighting a cheap cigarette.

In the end, Lai Yiu-fai stood beneath Iguazu Falls and said, "I've always felt that there
should be two people standing beneath the falls.

" I saw Ho Po-wing clutching a blanket, crying hysterically, and it moved me deeply.

It was practically the bible of love.

Regardless of gender or status, the moment you fall in love, nothing else matters; all that remains is the person before you
and the unwavering belief of a moth drawn to a flame.

"Then come quickly, and have sex with my mom too,"

he said on the phone that day, quickly hanging up. He probably couldn't hold back anymore.

Yes, he loved his mother, but he was also an extreme cuckold.

He met me from the beginning because I was a gigolo, but he didn't mind or laugh at me.

We shared a cigarette, slept with the same women, ate together, had barbecue, and slept in the same bed.

I always felt that someone like me didn't deserve or deserve friendship, except for him,
who treated me so well, like a brother.

When you're lonely, everyone's the same.

Fortunately, Zhou Han helped me get out of that situation; he truly treated me like a brother, and I could feel it.

The first time I went to his house to serve his mother, she was distressed and resisted so much that she cried. She only loved him, and perhaps
also her deceased husband.

She couldn't bear the thought of someone she didn't love riding on her, couldn't bear the thought of someone she didn't love
ejaculating in her mouth and on her face.

But her son had a severe cuckoldry complex, so she endured it.

That was the most painful service experience I'd ever had; it felt like rape. She cried, her genitals were incredibly dry. If you asked
her to stop, she would shake her head and say, "It's okay."

I tried countless positions, but she couldn't get aroused. I was like a dried-up corpse; she didn't even cry out, just
silently cooperated.

It was incredibly painful.

Her lover, her son, was watching and masturbating nearby.

Afterwards, Song Xiaoqin cried and told her son not to do this again. Her son didn't want to agree, but he couldn't refuse.

Finally, she compromised, saying that from now on it could only be me, no one else, and only then did Zhou Han agree.

I almost cried then. That painful experience... if Song Xiaoqin hadn't been so beautiful, I definitely would
have run away .

Back then, I was just starting out in the industry, not as famous as I am now, so I couldn't refuse and had to accept.

Thankfully, Song Xiaoqin became much more relaxed afterward, and gradually there was more lubrication. Later, as I
got to know her son better, we found each other quite agreeable and became sworn brothers.

Thinking about this, I had already arrived at their villa area, not too far from Xu Jianglu's,
a neighborhood where wealthy people lived.

This was a villa no less impressive than Xu Jianglu's. Although I had a key, I still knocked on the door.

"Coming, Xiaoyu."

The door opened, and stood a beautiful young woman, exuding a charming and alluring aura, with exquisite features.

Song Xiaoqin knew it was me, scrutinizing me closely, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

"Come here, let Auntie look at you. Oh, you've grown even more handsome in just a few days!"

She leaned in to kiss me, and casually touched my crotch with her fingertip.

You can actually tell from how they address me. Customers who really like or love me usually hate it
when I call them "Auntie" or something similar. They prefer to call me by my name, or even "Brother Yu," to forget the age difference and
feel closer to me.

Song Xiaoqin is different. If it weren't for her son, she wouldn't even glance at me. Her heart belongs only to her
son ; even if her husband came back to life, she would only choose him.

I envy Zhou Han for having such a deeply loving mother. Xu Jianglu might love me, but
not this deeply.

Maybe in the future…

After I made that plan, Xu Jianglu would forever be mine, my possession, untouchable by anyone
.

Men always treat a woman's love as a tribute after conquest, enjoying it with pleasure.

It's in men's nature.

Now, after all these years, Song Xiaoqin also has feelings for me; she considers me her lover. But
I understand that I can never compare to Zhou Han.

Of course, I never intended to surpass him.

To put it simply, if there were ten million, Song Xiaoqin would give a million to her friends, five million to her best friends, and
nine million to me. But with Zhou Han, it's not just ten million; she'd be willing to borrow, rob, or steal to get
the money, and then give it all to him.

That's love.

Love that combines romantic and familial affection.

"Aunt Song, no, I have something to talk to Zhou Han about today, then I'll get some sleep. I have things to do tomorrow."

I smiled and refused Song Xiaoqin's offer to unzip my pants.

Song Xiaoqin didn't insist. She got up and said with a smile, "Alright, you two chat, I'm
going to sleep ."

She wasn't busy with work and had already trained several loyal and capable subordinates to manage her business, so she often
stayed up with Zhou Han until midnight.

"Okay." I nodded and went to the living room.

Zhou Han's family had all Rochebobois furniture, full of French Western style, and
the prices were, of course, staggering.

Zhou Han was sitting on the sofa in the living room, which was covered in love fluid.

The air was thick with the lingering scent of lust, strikingly similar to that of Xu Jianglu's bedroom earlier.

Zhou Han was holding his mother's black stockings, sniffing them. I laughed and cursed, "You pervert

!" "Hey, Yu-ge!" Zhou Han greeted me, chuckling nonchalantly, continuing to sniff his mother's
stockings.

These were probably Wolford stockings, around 700 yuan a pair, black lace, with suspenders.
This luxury brand's stockings were extremely thin and comfortable; Xu Jianglu also liked this brand.

No one but Zhou Han and I would ever see such sexy black lace stockings in our lives.

To outsiders, Song Xiaoqin was always aloof and unapproachable, always completely covered up whenever she went out.
This greatly displeased Zhou Han, who had a serious case of cuckolding.

Unfortunately, he had promised her mother that only Zhou Han and I could see her dressed like this, and she
absolutely forbade Zhou Han to take photos of her and post them online, not even with blurring her face.

I thought of Song Xiaoqin's graceful, snow-white body, and my mouth suddenly went dry.

But it was already late, and I didn't want to delay tomorrow's plans, so I had to hold back.

"Brother Han, I need to tell you something."

...

Zhou Han looked at me, somewhat surprised.

"Damn it, you want Xu Jianglu to fall completely in love with you?"

I nodded. "Only then can I figure out how to get Yao Anchen."

Zhou Han knew I liked Yao Anchen. He took off his mother's stockings, wrapped them around his penis, thought for a while, and
said, "Are you sure Xu Jianglu is Zhao Lin's mother? That's too cheesy!"

I nodded helplessly, gritting my teeth. "I'm going to make Zhao Lin lose everything."

"Hey, if you ask me, just give up on Yao Anchen. You can get a ton of girls. Don't
hang yourself on one tree."

I squinted and said, "Give up your mother, and I'll give you a thousand pretty girls. Are you in?"

"Heh—heh heh!" Zhou Han was speechless. He nodded and said, "Maybe Zhao Lin even slept with
Yao Anchen !"

"You fucking want to die?" I glared at him.

Zhou Han laughed heartily and said, "Okay, I'll help you with this. Hey, Zhao Lin dares to steal your woman,
he's really asking for trouble."

I nodded and thanked him, "Thank you for your help tomorrow." "

Let's not talk about it anymore, let's wash up and go to bed." I stretched and picked up another pair of black stockings from the table:
"Give me a good time!"

"Tch! Take it, take it!" Zhou Han also got up, intending to take a shower and go to bed.

After showering, I lay on the soft bed, smelling wonderful, and it seemed to still have the fleshy scent of Song Xiaoqin. I
took a deep breath.

I picked up the stockings and put them on my penis, and I couldn't help but hiss.

Stockings are truly designed for men; the touch and the friction on my sensitive glans are incredibly comfortable.

I thought of Yao Anchen's beautiful legs, long and straight, snow-white and alluring, with rounded thighs, slender feet, and thin
heels connecting to her calves.

Her ten toenails were very clean, and her toes were delicate and cute, making one want to suck and hold them.

To be honest, in my entire life, I have never seen a woman with better legs than Yao Anchen, not a single one!

Xu Jianglu's legs are round and smooth, but not exceptionally good; they are still considered beautiful legs, but not as good as Yao Anchen's.

Yao Anchen's legs are truly in perfect proportion. If I could be squeezed between her long, beautiful legs, I'd
gladly give up ten years of my life.

It's such a pity those beautiful legs are never adorned with stockings!

What a waste!

If I owned the owner of those legs, I'd make her wear stockings every day, even to bed!

I imagine Yao Anchen wearing stockings, her legs clamping my penis, gazing at me tenderly.

Up and down.

It's so quiet, even her breathing is rapid. My vision is blurred, and I imagine sucking on Yao Anchen's toes,
like eating the most delicious food.

"Anchen—you're mine!"

After a long while, I growled those words from my throat, my penis trembled, and semen shot from my glans!

Looking at the black stockings stained with white semen on my hands, I smiled bitterly, tossed the stockings aside,
closed my eyes , and looked forward to tomorrow.

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