Close the door and draw the window (1-2) Author: Baiyuexian

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Word Count: 10545 Author: Bai Yuexian

Introduction 　　: So-called obscene books are obscene to the extreme, meaning they must be obscene to the fullest extent. A vagina is a vagina, a penis is a penis; the more vulgar, the more it expresses emotions and reveals the true nature of things. As for those literary figures who lavish their writings with obscene intent, yet avoid deep topics and use exaggerated language, they are merely pretentious and cowardly, unable to fully enjoy themselves. 　　This article will take you on a colorful, thrilling, and exciting journey of incest, allowing you to fully enjoy a rich and sensual feast of vaginal acts. Main Text: Chapter One: Prostitution at Home 　　The night was dark, and a biting north wind blew in gusts. Apart from a few shops still open, most houses had closed early. I locked the door; the cracks in the windows and the gaps in the door were all tightly sealed , preventing the raging wind from penetrating this sealed farmhouse. My mother, dressed in a clean and elegant floral dress, sat gracefully on the edge of the bed. Her head was slightly lowered, her cheeks flushed, and her long, flowing hair cascaded down her snow-white neck to her chest. She resembled a bride-to-be, her beauty captivating, her shy demeanor alluring. Bathed in the soft glow of the fireplace, she was incredibly charming, alluring, and sensual. 　　I slowly approached my mother. I could tell she was somewhat nervous. She glanced at me, then quickly lowered her head again, her hands tightly gripping the hem of her dress. I peered down through my mother's long, slender neck, my gaze falling upon her full, erect breasts . Beneath her clothes, they rose and fell with her breath , trembling with vitality and elasticity. A deep, snow-white cleavage made my blood rush to my head. 　　I reached out and lifted my mother's chin, gazing at her face. Her bright, alluring eyes held no fear , no confusion, but rather a deep shyness. The moment our eyes met, she hastily closed them, her long . Her lightly powdered face flushed crimson, like a rosy cloud, alluring and alluring. Her rosy lips, like blooming violets, were vibrant and tempting. 　　I gazed at my mother, fueling the desire within me, simultaneously pushing her to an even more tense level. Her face grew increasingly red, her breathing quickened, and her large breasts trembled uncontrollably as if unable to bear the weight . 　　I swallowed hard, sat down close to my mother, and placed my hands on her shoulders, tracing her smooth, delicate skin. My mother trembled violently, as if struck by lightning. Feeling her trembling slipped my fingers inside her collar and gently cupped her breast. My mother arched her back, gripping my wrists tightly, preventing me from continuing my caresses. 　　"Mom, didn't we agree that I'd give you money in exchange for letting you have sex with me? Look how nervous you are, how can I have sex with you? I don't want to pay a fortune to have sex with a wooden doll!" 　　When I mentioned money, my mother's body visibly trembled; her chest heaved, and she slowly relaxed her hands. 　　I felt the pressure on my wrists gradually disappear, and I was overjoyed. When I used to seduce prostitutes, I often encountered women who wouldn't let me touch their breasts, so I used money to blackmail them, and it always worked. Now, using it on my mother, it actually worked the same way. My mother truly had a talent for prostitution. Looking at this gentle, alluring woman, willing to sell her body for money, my resolve to rape and abuse her only intensified. 　　I pulled her into my arms, forcefully pushing aside her bra so I could more comfortably caress her breasts. 　　My mother's breasts were wonderful—full, firm, smooth, and fragrant, soft yet slightly swollen, with white, tender skin that felt incredibly pleasurable to touch. I stroked her breasts with my palms while pinching her nipples . My mother's body trembled slightly, and she let out low moans. 　　I moved closer to my mother's face, listening to her soft, almost sobbing moans, inhaling her rich, feminine scent. I stuck out my tongue, pressing it against her smooth skin, kissing my way down her neck to her face and ear, gently nibbling her earlobe. 　　"Mom, that's how it should be. You be a good girl, you give me the money, I'll fuck you. Fair trade, a win-win situation. If you make me feel good, I'll come back to you next time. There are so many prostitutes out there who can't even get customers." 　　I used money to entice my mother again, while simultaneously stimulating her sense of shame even more deeply. A man fucking a woman, if she doesn't have any lubrication, has no sexual desire whatsoever. 　　I vigorously played with my mother's breasts, kneading, pinching, and pulling them like dough; sometimes I lowered my head to lick them with my tongue, suck them with my mouth, and bite them with my teeth, shaping them into various forms. Under my control, my mother twisted her waist and arched her back, panting and moaning softly. Her body grew hotter and softer until finally her entire weight was on me. 　　The north wind outside the window was still howling, creaking against the door. Inside the small house, however, was a spring, warm and cozy, with sparks of lust dancing everywhere between my mother and me. 　　I laid my mother down on the bed, skillfully stripping off her upper body clothes and removing her bra. Her full, delicate body and her pair of round, firm, and lively breasts were immediately revealed before my eyes. 　　I knelt down, embracing my mother's hot body and roughly fondling and fondling it. Then I used my tongue to leave wet, glistening trails of saliva on her neck, cheeks, and forehead. 　　My mother twisted her neck, stubbornly refusing to let me touch her lips.

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