[The Beauty of the Republic of China: Never Chaotic] Chapters 3-5

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Chapter Three
This morning, Secretary Li called to tell me that Xiao Lan had been beaten to death late last night.
I was stunned. A young girl in the prime of her life had withered away like that. If I hadn't forced myself on her, would
she have escaped this calamity?
"Huff—" A deep sense of guilt weighed me down, making it hard to breathe.
Secretary Li hadn't escaped his father's punishment and was confined for seven days.
"Secretary Li said that Xiao Lan used to work as a laundry clerk at Hongbinlou for over a year, and they
didn't even realize she was a secret communist liaison."
"Hongbinlou laundry?" Hua Ling's eyes widened.
"Yes, have you ever been to that laundry?"
"No. How did she die?" Hua Ling asked.
How could I know how she died? If I didn't know, I would seem incompetent. Secretary Li
had once told me details of interrogating a female agent. So I started making things up.
"She was stripped naked, her hands were hung on iron bars... then she was gang-raped by several burly men, whipped,
and then bamboo slivers were driven into her fingers and toes. She wouldn't confess, then they burned her private parts with electrodes... but she still
wouldn't confess... finally, she was beaten to death by several burly men."
Women are so naive; Hua Ling turned pale upon hearing this, tears welling in her eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"You shouldn't have told me the details. I'm soft-hearted and can't bear to hear these things." She went into the bedroom.
It's not my fault.
After a while, she came out, and I could see she had touched up her makeup.
"Do me a favor," she said earnestly .
"What is it?"
"Let me see the First Madam."
"Father said you're not allowed to see my mother, for fear of unpleasant things happening."
"Just let me see the First Madam through the secret passage; I've been here for a year and haven't seen what she looks like."
"This... I'm in a difficult position."
"How difficult?... I'll reward you." She smiled charmingly, throwing me a flirtatious wink.
Suddenly, my heart felt like it was about to tremble. "Okay, how are you going to reward me?"
She locked the door, drew the floor-to-ceiling purple curtains tightly, and turned on the lotus-shaped chandelier in the living room.
"Take off all your clothes," she said.
I quickly stripped naked and stood before her. She turned on the mahogany record player; the record
spun gently under the needle, and melodious Western music wafted from the brass amplifier.
"Do you know that ballet dancers change clothes naked in the same room?"
"No, are they completely naked?"
"Of course." She took off her blue embroidered sleeveless cheongsam.
"Won't the men's penises all get hard?"
"No, because they've been changing clothes naked in the same room since they were little." She took off her white tank top. Then
she took off her panties over her white pantyhose; she wasn't wearing anything underneath the thin stockings.
I held her tank top and panties, grinning foolishly.
She stood almost naked in front of me. My penis instantly hardened. Ignoring my physical
reactions, she continued, "After training together for a few years, boys and girls get used to it."
She lay gracefully on the bed, her two long, straight, and shapely legs stretched out in a split.
"Come here and press your legs down for me."
I used both hands to press her legs apart, all the way to a "split." Through the thin stockings, I could see her pink
labia; her pubic hair was shaved off.
"Do you think I can be a male ballet dancer?"
She reached out and touched my arm, saying, "You have more muscles than male dancers, which doesn't meet
the requirements of being gentle and graceful, especially since you don't shave your pubic hair; it grows like a clump of weeds. Sigh, maybe in your next life." Hana shook her head regretfully.
"When you dance a pas de deux, are you afraid the male dancer will touch your sensitive areas?" I touched her
full breasts.
"No, I've practiced a lot; nothing like that will happen. Besides, I've always considered my dance partner
as a sister."
"I don't believe you." I pinched her small pink nipples with my fingers and rubbed my penis against her labia
.
"You can't do this, I'm your second mother," she said, a slight blush creeping onto her fair face...
"I just want to know if you're lying."
"Luckily, there are stockings in the way. Well, I'll show you then," she said seriously.
As I rubbed her vulva faster, I asked, "Can those male ballet dancers control their penises during performances
?"
She said, "Qualified male dancers should have no problem. If they get an erection before a performance, they'll consciously use
their hands or find their girlfriends to take care of it. But it's not necessarily the case for trainees."
"Why not?" Her labia were very soft, but the stockings made it impossible to penetrate.
"I remember when I was 16, I was practicing a dance routine with a boy. The routine required him
to press his lower abdomen tightly against my buttocks and hold me close around the waist with deep affection for a while. Because of touching his
sensitive areas, the boy got a strong erection. His genitals were pressed tightly against my stockinged buttocks, but I did n't feel
anything. However, after rehearsing it three times, he ejaculated. It was so embarrassing; his stockings were soaked in the crotch area, and
my buttocks were also stained with some semen."
"Then he must have a problem with his health; he had premature ejaculation." My glans felt a dampness in her stockings.
"No, even the experienced teacher couldn't escape it. Later, a male teacher came and danced the routine with me.
Because he was demonstrating for everyone, he kept repeating it. As he repeatedly hugged me, I saw his face become increasingly
unnatural. Finally, he let out a long breath behind me and ejaculated too."
"Hehe, that's funny." I laughed and increased the pressure on her vulva. The stockings were so elastic; I just
couldn't tear them.
"Mmm—" Hua Ling's face and neck began to turn pink. It was obvious she couldn't control herself anymore.
"The experiment is over, you bad thing." She pushed me away with both hands.
She sat cross-legged on the bed, her long hair cascading down her back. Her firm breasts resembled newly blossoming flower buds, their pale pink
areolas like drops of blood on white paper. Her
long, slender legs, seemingly sculpted by nature, exuded a captivating beauty that irresistibly drew one's touch.
"You're wearing too little; be careful not to catch a cold." "Not bad,
I'm even wearing stockings."
She boldly grasped my erect penis and examined it closely.
"I think there should be bones inside, otherwise how could it be so hard?" Her pale fingers pinched
the base of my penis.
"No bones, just flesh." My hand gently caressed her smooth, full breasts.
"It looks really ugly." She pulled down my foreskin and then pushed it back in.
I kissed her cheek and whispered, "Let me see yours, okay?"
She fell silent. I pushed her down onto the bed and began to pull down her pantyhose. She gracefully lifted her buttocks
. The stockings were slowly slipped off her thighs.
I gently parted her labia with my two thumbs, revealing her pink labia minora, from which a few drops of glistening
fluid oozed. I closed and reopened them, my fingers touching the fluid.
"What are you playing?" she asked shyly, squeezing her legs together.
"I want to kiss your little sister."
"Then you have to promise me one thing."
"What thing?"
"Next time Secretary Li bullies your mother, let me see it too."
"Why do you want to see my mother being bullied?"
"I can't believe the stationmaster would abuse your mother like that."
"Okay, I promise."
Her legs parted, and I kissed her labia. I licked and sucked with my tongue. Hua Ling
finally couldn't help but moan.
Her body twisted and turned, her fair little feet kicking wildly on the bedspread. Finally, she couldn't help but hug my
head tightly with both hands.
I asked to change positions and serve her in 69. Hua Ling readily agreed, her little mouth gently giving
me oral sex. So warm and moist.
So comfortable.
But I felt she had little experience with matters of the flesh, her technique was clumsy…
I finally couldn’t hold back, I lowered my buttocks and gave Hualing a deep throat, starting to ejaculate thick semen.
She struggled, pounding my waist with her small fists.
“You’re so annoying, why did you shoot in my mouth?” Hualing was so angry she almost cried. She kicked me off the bed.
Chapter Four
“You’re idle all day, what career do you plan to pursue?” My father used a knife and fork to cut the medium-rare steak on the porcelain plate
.
“I want to be a painter.” I put down the chopsticks I was about to use to pick up the squirrel salmon.
“The country is in crisis now, beset by internal and external troubles, what’s the point of painting? Don’t you want to do something for the country?”
“I do… but I don’t know what I can do.”
“I plan to train you to be an excellent intelligence officer, are you willing?” My father said, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
I had no choice in front of my domineering father. I nodded helplessly,
a glint of light flashed in my father’s eyes, and a relieved expression appeared on his face.
Two weeks later, one morning, I was sitting in the greenhouse sketching Hua Ling when she stood
before me in a long red nightgown,
her long, black hair cascading over her shoulders, her expression serene and content. Her bare feet were clad in red high-heeled open-toed
sandals.
"Madam, Secretary Li is here to see the young master," the maid said from outside the door.
"Let him in," Hua Ling said
. "Good morning, Second Madam," Secretary Li bowed slightly to her.
"Excuse me for disturbing you, but the young master and I have urgent business to attend to," Secretary Li said, pulling me out.
In the car, Secretary Li told me that my father had sent me to watch the spies catch traitors. As we neared our destination,
Secretary Li whispered, "Have you been with any women lately?"
"No, I'm practically dying of pent-up desire. Do you have any pretty women to introduce me to?"
"Don't worry, I won't forget to give you any beauties I find."
Nine days earlier, in the middle of the night, four Nationalist bombers arrived at the newly built military airfield in Mianyang. They
were covered with camouflage as soon as they landed, preparing to take off around noon to launch a
surprise bombing raid on the Japanese front lines. Unexpectedly, the Japanese fighter planes arrived at dawn. A barrage of
bombing ensued, thick smoke billowed from the airfield, and all four Nationalist bombers were destroyed.
This incident greatly angered the General Headquarters. Chiang Kai-shek ordered severe punishment for the traitors and Dai Li gave the Sichuan station ten days to solve
the case.
My father personally directed the special agents to investigate. After screening the airfield staff and villagers near the airfield,
they found a woodcutter named "Erwa" suspicious. He had recently become wealthy,
frequently buying wine and meat at the market, and some people had even seen him visiting brothels. Before the incident, he
cut grass around the airfield every day.
As we approached the village, I saw soldiers surrounding the area, with guards every three steps and sentries every five. We got out of the car and went
into a dilapidated courtyard.
We saw Erwa with his hands hanging from a tree, his toes barely touching the ground, his body covered in whip marks. Several fierce
agents were interrogating him, whipping him.
The father and the tall, thin Deputy Station Chief Yan stood to one side. The father, wearing a blue long gown and round-lensed sunglasses,
stared at Erwa. He took out his gold-cased pocket watch and checked the time. He rushed over.
"Tell me! Where is your contact?" the father grabbed Erwa's collar and demanded sharply.
"You're framing me! I don't have any contact!" he said, looking at his father in terror
. "Look me in the eye and say it again." The father took off his glasses and met his gaze.
"I...don't...have any contact," Erwa's eyes met those hawk-like eyes, but his gaze darted around.
"Station Chief, take him back and torture him?" Deputy Station Chief Yan said.
"There's no time. Only half a day left."
He turned to his subordinates and said, "Go get me some pliers from the car."
The father took the pliers and waved them in front of him. "You want to resist to the death, don't you?"
The pliers opened their jaws and suddenly bit off a piece of bloody flesh from his thigh.
"Ouch!" He jumped up and down in pain. "Mother, it hurts so much!"
Scarface and a spy used pliers to twist a piece of bloody flesh from his back and buttocks.
Erwa's screams were inhuman.
"If you don't talk, we'll tear every last bit of flesh off your body," Deputy Station Chief Yan shouted
. He finally confessed. Because his family was too poor, he was over 40 and still unmarried, and his
elderly father was disabled in both legs. A month ago, a Japanese spy was hiding in a small cave behind the mountain.
He bribed Erwa, who was gathering firewood on the mountain, to monitor the movements of the newly built airport. That day,
after he saw four bombers land, he reported to the Japanese spy, who immediately sent a telegram to his superiors...
Erwa's father was not involved in this.
The operation to capture the Japanese spy in the cave behind the mountain went smoothly. The man and the radio were seized. When the news came
, the father revealed a cold smile.
"Should we take Erwa back too?" Deputy Station Chief Yan asked.
"Just take his head back," Father said.
"Spare me! I'll never do it again!"
Two agents in black short-sleeved shirts stripped him naked and skillfully stabbed him once in each of his limbs with a dagger
. A deep cut was made into his groin, and a clump of pubic hair-covered genitals fell off.
Erwa, terrified, stared wide-eyed at the scene before him.
Four long gashes were slashed across Erwa's chest and back, blood flowing out, turning him into a blood-soaked figure.
With Erwa's screams, his head was twisted off his neck by the dagger.
We followed Father into the dilapidated thatched hut. The old man, his face withered and his hair long, struggled to sit up and
knelt on the bamboo bed, saying to my father, "I failed in my duty to raise my son, causing him to commit such a heinous act.
I am deeply grateful that you, sir, have executed my rebellious son. Please accept my deepest gratitude."
My father stepped forward, intending to offer some words of comfort, but suddenly leaped back, shouting, "Take him down!"
Scarface rushed forward and punched the old man to the ground, snatching a sharp wood-chopping
knife from his right sleeve.
"Behind the red gates, meat and wine go to waste; on the streets, frozen corpses lie. The officials force the people to rebel!" a hoarse voice screamed.
My father remained silent, turned, and left. At the foot of the mountain, over a hundred soldiers and policemen withdrew as the blood-red twilight descended.
In the dimly lit car, I turned to my father and asked, "That old man clearly intended to assassinate you, why didn't you kill him?"
"He had reason to kill me. There is no love or hate without a cause. You still have much to learn,"
my father said, looking at me with weary eyes.
Later, I heard that Erwa's head and the head of a Japanese spy had been hanging on the airport ruins for a long time.
"You did very well yesterday, the station chief praised you," Secretary Li said on the phone.
"What did he say about me?"
"He remained calm in the face of a bloody killing scene; he's got the makings of a spy."
"Pah, I'm not interested in being a spy. By the way, where's that pretty woman you found for me?" I
asked while eating cake.
"There's a businessman's daughter who's committed a crime; she's quite attractive. She's been asking me for favors lately. Do you dare to get her?"
"Sure, when?"
"In a few days, she's gone back to Kunming."
"Another case of 'distant water cannot quench immediate thirst.'" I hung up the phone.
The first time I entered my father's office, even during the day, thick blue velvet curtains were drawn.
Portraits of Sun Yat-sen and Chiang Kai-shek hung on the walls.
A deep red carpet covered the floor. My father sat upright behind a large desk, a desk lamp on, and
files piled on the surface.
"Huan'er, can you shoot a gun?" my father asked.
"Yes, Secretary Li used to take me to the police academy for target practice."
"What kind of gun do you like?"
"A silenced pistol from the U.S. Office of Strategic Services."
My father pressed the doorbell on the table. Secretary Li came in with a notebook.
"Go to the equipment department and get him an OSS silenced pistol. Don't register it; I'll handle it later."
"Yes, sir." Secretary Li tapped his heel.
"Except for missions, you'll keep this gun." My father told Secretary Li.
"I understand. Station Chief, Scarface's mother has passed away. What do you think we should do?" "Get 50 silver dollars from the General Affairs Department for funeral expenses, and then have the American Henry withdraw 　　three gold bars
from my personal account for Scarface." 　　 Secretary Li told me that a high-ranking official of the Wang Jingwei regime was to be secretly executed in a few days. This person was a high 　　-ranking official in the Kuomintang government before his defection and had connections with the Military Intelligence Bureau. The station chief wanted me to kill an enemy of the party and the state; it was 　　an honor for a secret agent. 　　 Although I hadn't officially joined the intelligence organization, under the influence of my father, Secretary Li, I felt 　　the evil within me growing stronger day by day. I realized how easy it was for someone to fall into depravity. 　　 Chapter Five 　　 . That day, I went to my mother's room to ask for her feedback on my sketch. 　　 She was wearing a pale yellow silk nightgown. She had short, wavy, jet-black hair, long, shapely legs clad in flesh-colored 　　stockings, and white high-heeled sandals. When she sat down, the nightgown rode up above her knees, 　　 revealing a large section of her alluring thighs, and even the wide lace trim of her stockings was faintly visible. 　　 "Let's see if your skills have improved," my mother said, taking my drawing. 　　 I stood beside her, studying her face. She had an oval face, a high nose, and large, sexy, watery eyes. 　　She gave the impression of being elegant and very beautiful. 　　 My mother looked at my sketch and said, "Huan'er, your lines are like those of the Qianlong Emperor—a bit ornate and 　　unrealistic. A portrait sketch should strive for both form and spirit. The lady in your drawing is vaguely portrayed; I'd give you a maximum of 80 points. 　　Perhaps you don't really understand her." 　　 "Please help me revise it, Mother," I said. 　　 She took a 2B pencil from the pencil holder and began sketching on my drawing. In no time, 　　I felt the figure in the drawing came alive. 　　 "Is this better than before?" my mother asked. 　　 "Yes, much better," I said sincerely.

At that time, cultural figures frequently held lectures in Chongqing to promote national culture, bringing a touch of relaxation 　　 to the tense wartime atmosphere . At the invitation of the Chongqing Anti-Japanese Women's Committee, my mother gave a lecture to women on the evolution of Ming and Qing dynasty Chinese painting
.
When she left home, she wore a white silk short-sleeved cheongsam embroidered with pink flowers, flesh-colored stockings, and white high-heeled shoes. She boarded
a rickshaw, and I sat beside her with pictures and materials.
Her lecture lasted about two hours. My elegant mother explained the evolution of landscape painting in a simple and easy-to-understand way.
I was surprised to find that my usually taciturn mother could speak so eloquently.
From Tang Yin's "Autumn Breeze with a Fan" in the Ming dynasty to Shi Tao's "Night Boating on Huiquan"
and Huang Shen's "Returning Fishermen" in the Qing dynasty, she was intimately familiar with the stylistic characteristics of famous paintings.
At the end of the lecture, I saw Secretary Li standing in the last row waiting. My father wanted to take my mother to the Scarface family
to pay respects to the deceased.
"My clothes are too brightly colored today, so I won't go," my mother said to my father, who was sitting in the black car.
"You have to go," my father said.
"Madam, the black cheongsam for the condolence has been brought to you," said Secretary Li, standing beside me.
"I don't know your Kuomintang subordinates and don't want to go," Mother insisted.
"Damn it, are you trying to rebel?" Father's face suddenly darkened horribly.
My mother and I followed Father to the mourning hall for Scarface's mother, solemnly bowing three times to the coffin placed in the center
. Scarface, dressed in white mourning clothes, quickly kowtowed in thanks and invited us to the living room for tea.
As we were leaving, Secretary Li mysteriously called me to his car. He said the station chief wanted him to
rape my mother that night.
I was shocked. Previously, Secretary Li had always been the one to harass and molest my mother; how could it be rape today? I felt
both heartache and excitement.
"Are you really going to rape her?" I asked.
"Your mother is already burning with desire; I think if I do it, she won't resist,"
Secretary Li said, looking at me.
"Since it's Father's opinion, then do it," I said, feigning indifference, my lower body beginning to swell
.
"I don't want to do that. We're friends. If I sleep with your mother, I'm afraid you'll resent me for the rest of your life.
What I mean is..."
"You're not going to do it?"
"It's better if you do it."
"Ah? I wouldn't dare. I've only thought about it occasionally." My body started to heat up.
"To tell you the truth, if I don't do it tonight, other brothers will. You know the station chief's temper."
"How will Father know if you don't do it?" "
The station chief asked me to give him the recording of you raping your mother." He picked up a black leather bag from the side, opened
the lid, and inside was a machine. "This is the most advanced recording machine made in America."
"Why is Father so cruel to Mother?"
"I can't tell you the details, I can only tell you that your mother did something to betray the station chief."
"Will this recording also be played by Mr. Tang in Gele Mountain?" I asked curiously.
"Hehe, you're really smart. It's for him to hear." Secretary Li smiled strangely.
"Because you always give Mr. Tang Mother's underwear and stockings." I wanted to laugh too, but it was
too difficult.
"You should do it. It's better to keep the good stuff in the family." Secretary Li patted me on the back.
My lust began to burn, my face flushed. I steeled myself and nodded.
Then he told me in detail how to rape my mother that night; he was really thorough.
I entered room 369 of the Yudu Grand Hotel. This large room was over 30 square meters, luxuriously decorated,
with a thick, plush carpet on the floor and fruit on the coffee table.
I saw a large mirror on the wall in front, and two three-inch-wide elastic bands hanging from the ceiling,
each with a large iron ring attached 1.8 meters from the floor.
I checked my watch; it was almost eight o'clock. I pulled back the heavy, floor-length double-layered curtains and slipped behind them.
The door opened, and my mother followed Secretary Li in. She was wearing a black velvet cheongsam, a silver brooch,
a gleaming gold watch on her wrist, white patterned stockings, and black high-heeled shoes.
The mother asked Secretary Li, "Where is the stationmaster?"
"Tonight I'm the stationmaster. He's handing you over to me." Secretary Li hugged the mother tightly and began kissing her.
"Let go of me...stop...I'm going to call for help!" The mother struggled in his arms.
"Go ahead and call. This room is soundproofed.
" "Ugh...ugh...no..." The mother continued to resist.
"Ring...ring..." The telephone rang. "
Madam, answer the phone." Secretary Li released the mother.
"Hello, it's me." The mother picked up the receiver. "
Hmm...hmm...I heard you clearly...I understand...I'll release you at the end of the year..." After hanging up, the mother's cheeks
flushed slightly.
"If I'm not mistaken, it's the stationmaster, isn't it? What did he say?" Secretary Li asked.
"He said I should obey your arrangements..." The mother sat on the large white spring bed.
"I'd like to know if Madam enjoys making love with me?"
"It's not that I enjoy it. You and I are both pawns of the stationmaster, at his mercy." The mother stood up, took out
pink slippers from under the shoe cabinet, took off her high heels, and put on the slippers.
"You slut... I'll teach you to play dumb with me." Secretary Li walked over and slapped his mother onto the bed. He
deftly unbuckled his belt, threw the holster on the coffee table, and began whipping her buttocks with the belt.
"Ah!... It hurts... Ah... It hurts... Please stop hitting me!" His mother cried and rolled around on the bed
. Secretary Li stopped swinging the belt and began to undress.
"Didn't you beg me to put my penis inside you last time?"
"...That's because your hands made me want it." His mother sobbed as she lay on the bed.
"It's just the two of us in this house. Don't pretend to be reserved anymore. I know you're a slut at heart. Obey me,
and I'll give you a wonderful night."
The mother, sobbing silently, began to undress. She folded her clothes and set them aside, her naked, shapely body
now only covered by white stockings. She lifted the summer blanket and lay down on the bed.
"Turn off the light," she whispered.
"I don't like dark places, and I don't like making love in bed. Get out of bed and put on your high heels,"
Secretary Li said .
The mother reluctantly put on her high heels and sat in the antique-style chair, spreading her legs slightly. "Is this
okay?" she asked.
"No, that would mean I'd have to kneel while making love to you, which would be too humiliating. Find a more comfortable position." "
You're really going too far. I'm the stationmaster's wife," the mother said, looking at Secretary Li, her angry expression alluring
.
"I am the stationmaster tonight,"
the mother sighed helplessly. She walked to the desk, spread her arms, rested her upper body on the desk, and spread her legs
, revealing her full, high buttocks.
Secretary Li went over and placed her hands behind her back, handcuffing her wrists. Then she took out an exquisite black
blindfold and put it on the mother.
"I can't see, don't put this black cloth on me."
"Shut up, it's more exciting to play like this, hehe."
I crawled out from behind the heavy curtains, quickly took off my white shirt and suspender trousers... naked, holding a gun
, I walked towards my mother.
The thick, woolen carpet was so nice, not a sound at all. My mother's full, round buttocks were very tempting to my visual
nerves. My hands caressed her big buttocks. Her skin was so smooth and cool.
It felt like a fire was burning inside me, burning me to the back of my mind, I could no longer control my
reason—I was going to fall into the abyss.
I squatted on the carpet, lifted one of my mother's stockinged feet, pulled off her high heels, and kissed her toes, the faint
scent of her feet, licking the lotus pattern on the white stockings on the soles of her feet, kissing from her ankles all the way down to the lace garter belt on her thighs
.
Secretary Li opened the drawer on the table next to her, took out a wool pen and handed it to me.
I parted my mother's labia majora with my fingers, the fluffy wool brush sweeping up and down between them
. My mother moaned, twisting her waist. Soon, the wool was covered in a slippery liquid, wet enough to write with a brush
.
"Secretary Li, no more, it's too itchy," my mother murmured softly. Reluctantly, I put down the brush,
stood up, grabbed the handcuffs on my mother's back, and pulled her upper body off the table.
I pinched her chin with my left hand, making her face towards mine, and kissed her lips. She initially
closed her lips tightly, but when I began to tease her clitoris with my right hand, her lips opened, passively accepting the kiss.
My mother's waist arched with each finger's movement inside her vagina, and she let out low moans.
"Give me oral sex," Secretary Li's voice came from behind me.
I began to press my mother's head down, making her give me oral sex.
"Secretary Li, no, I never do this for anyone, it's dirty," she refused, so I had no choice but to give up.
Secretary Li handed me a pair of handcuffs.
I unlocked her back handcuffs. I handcuffed her hands to iron rings,
positioning my mother's body in a "Y" shape in the middle of the room.
Secretary Li turned on the floor-standing record player; the record spun under the needle, and languid Western music
blared from the brass amplifier.
I took the bottle of medicine Secretary Li handed me and poured some red liquid onto my mother's genitals.
"Now dance with me, sway your waist and hips," Secretary Li's voice
came from behind me.
I grabbed my mother's full breasts with both hands, rubbing my pubic bone against hers, and the two of us
swayed to the languid music. My mother moaned incessantly from my stimulation; a 17-year-old son thrusting against his 37-year-old mother
's genitals was a comfortable position, like making love.
"I can't take it, Secretary Li, I want it," my blindfolded mother said to me.
"No rush, I'll make you feel like you're in heaven soon," Secretary Li said.
I kissed my mother's two full, soft breasts. Her pink, peanut-sized nipples stood
erect from the kisses.
I squeezed my erect penis between her thighs into her vagina.
"Mmm—" my mother moaned softly in pleasure. She gripped the elastic band tightly, leaned back slightly,
brought her legs together, and thrust her hips rhythmically. My penis gradually penetrated deeper; her vagina was tight
and warm.
I held her breasts, playing with her erect nipples, and slowly pumped my penis in and out of her vagina,
savoring this precious moment.
My mother's flushed face showed enjoyment as she swayed her hips back and forth. It was as if she were the one having sex with me.
"Is this comfortable?" Secretary Li asked.
"Mmm…mmm…Secretary Li, why aren't you going to use more force?" my mother asked.
"Pan Fei, I'm going to start fucking you now. Okay?" Secretary Li's voice rang out.
"Mmm…okay…mmm…"
My hip thrusts quickened.
"Ah—oh—oh—" Mother cried out.
I held her waist tightly with my left hand, and lifted one of her thighs, clad in white stockings, with my right hand to continue thrusting into her. Mother
's moans grew more and more rapid, her face flushed as she shook her head back and forth.
Suddenly, the muscles in Mother's abdomen and thighs began to tremble, and I felt her vagina grip my penis tightly,
tighter and tighter. I continued to thrust into her forcefully, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Mother screamed twice, and then her body went limp, completely held up by her wrists hanging from the iron rings
.
"Did you orgasm?" Secretary Li's voice asked.
"...Yes...it's coming..." Mother's dazed expression was very alluring.
"Remember to tell me next time you orgasm. Now I'm going to penetrate you from behind," Secretary Li said.
I unlocked the handcuffs on Mother's rings and put back handcuffs on her.
I moved a chair over and placed it behind her. I sat on the chair with my legs together, letting my mother straddle
my thighs with her back to me
. My young penis entered her body again. I spread my knees, and her legs hung on the outside of mine
. I kept tiptoeing, and her body bounced
up and down on my thighs, like she was riding a horse. Her vagina powerfully gripped my penis
.
My mother kept shaking her head and screaming, "Mmm... ah... I can't take it anymore... mmm... I'm coming."
My mother suddenly lifted her buttocks and thrust forward, and a stream of slightly white liquid spurted from her vagina. Her
thighs were very tense, and her buttocks trembled incessantly.
"Wow!... Pan Fei... I made you ejaculate." Secretary Li gave me a thumbs up.
A 'clang' sound came from behind the mirror on the wall, and then it was quiet.
"How does it feel to ride a horse, Pan Fei?"
"...Riding a horse... so amazing..." My mother panted, the blush on her face still lingering.
I held my mother's waist and continued to stand on tiptoe. Her body began to bounce on my thighs again.
In the large mirror opposite, I saw my mother constantly swinging her fashionable permed hair, her hands cuffed behind her back,
her full breasts heaving up and down, my shiny, large penis throbbing against her lower body. We were riding wildly, her black high heels thrown off.
I would grab and knead her breasts one moment, and caress her thighs in white floral stockings the next. I was so excited I wanted to moan.
My mother moaned incessantly as my penis pounded into her, her pretty face flushed, her body twitching from time to time, her two white stockinged feet curling
up on their toes. Secretary Li watched from the side, masturbating the whole time.
After riding for more than ten minutes, my mother excitedly shouted, "...I'm here...I'm here..."
I helped my mother off the stallion; she was really exhausted, her legs went weak and she almost fell.
My semen shot onto her buttocks. Secretary Li, stroking his penis, walked over and also shot his semen onto her buttocks.
Thick semen flowed down the curves of her snow-white buttocks.
My blindfolded mother said to me, "Secretary Li, you shot so much? Feeling good now? Let me go back."
I held up one index finger to Secretary Li.
"Okay, I'll let you go after one more time," Secretary Li said behind me .
"You shot, can you still do it?" my mother asked me in surprise.
You really underestimate your son who grew up drinking milk and eating bread.
I unlocked the handcuffs and made my mother kneel on the carpet, sticking out her big buttocks. I grabbed her two white-stockinged feet and wiped
the lustful fluid from my penis...
Looking at my mother's slender waist and round, sexy buttocks, my penis was hard and erect. When my fingers brushed
against my mother's labia, her buttocks began to tremble. She secreted so much lustful fluid that it was slippery...
I inserted my penis inside.
"Ah—so hard!"
The hard penis thrust in and out of her vagina, making piston-like movements. Her cries sounded like cries of bliss.
I held my mother's snow-white buttocks tightly with both hands, and the thrusting became more and more intense. A storm of attacks
made my mother's low moans turn into screams. I wiped the sweat from my forehead as I pounded into her wet vagina.
Suddenly, she stopped screaming, letting me ride on her buttocks and thrust in and out. My mother raised her head, her body convulsing, and her big buttocks thrust back,
plunging her into another orgasm.
"Is it good?" Secretary Li asked from behind me.
"Oh...so good...Secretary Li's body is so amazing..." my mother said, dazed with passion.
I stood up, and my mother slowly collapsed onto the carpet, her legs wet between them...
I grabbed my mother's neck and tried to kiss her. She obediently raised her head and kissed me. I sucked my mother
's tongue into my mouth and kept swirling it around.
I straddled her and shoved my penis into her mouth. This time, my mother was much more docile,
gently licking my purplish-red glans with her soft tongue, sliding the tip of her tongue around the coronal sulcus,
sucking on half of my penis in her mouth…
Intense pleasure overwhelmed me, and I forced myself not to cry out. My glans tingled, and my semen gushed
out. My mother swallowed her son's semen in humiliation.
(To be continued)

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