[Family Feuds and Revenge] Author: ywhc5555

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"Family Feuds"

Author: ywhc5555
Words: 9914

(Chapter 1)

Family Feuds In the early autumn morning, the mountain city seemed to be as usual. The crowds of people going to work flowed as usual, and
calm faces hurried along in the morning light. Little did they know that beneath this calm, undercurrents were surging. But only those in the underworld could sense
this . They all knew that a major event had occurred in the mountain city last night.
After a bloody battle, the underworld landscape of the mountain city had changed dramatically—Qiu Dakun, the leader of the Small Knife Society, was dead, and Lin Hai,
the leader was also dead. But the difference was that hundreds of members of the Small Knife Society had been absorbed by the Big Knife Gang. Now,
the underground world of the mountain city belonged to Lin Wei, the new leader of the Big Knife Gang.

A car stopped outside the Lin family's villa in Xiaoliangshan on the outskirts of the city. A young man,
no more than 20 years old, got out of the car alone. His handsome face with its sharp features was furrowed, and his eyes were full of fatigue and worry.
As soon as he got out of the car, someone approached and expertly searched him thoroughly.
Only after confirming he wasn't carrying any weapons was he allowed through the gate. A man leading the way
said to the young man with a forced smile, "Young Master Qiu is back quite quickly. Our leader said you would definitely come, but you might not arrive until noon." This
young man was Qiu Xiaopeng, the son of the late Qiu Dakun, the leader of the Small Knife Society. Qiu Xiaopeng recognized the guide as Gou San'er,
Lin Wei's loyal henchman. He snorted, "Your gang leader? He's quick enough,
taking over right after I died. Where is he? Where did he take my mother?" Gou San'er said, "Don't worry, your mother is fine. After all,
she's our gang leader's aunt, isn't she? Don't worry, she's unharmed. Besides, our young master said he'd play
a game with you. If you win, he'll let you take your mother away safely, without any trouble." "A game? What kind of
trick ! I didn't plan to leave alive!" Gou San'er laughed, "Don't be impulsive, Young Master Qiu. Our gang leader's
game doesn't involve knives or guns. He said you're a scholar, so he'll play a game of literature with you!"

Qiu Xiaopeng didn't say anything more. They had already arrived at the villa's door. It was a five-story
villa , covering more than 2,000 square meters, and was one of the old strongholds of the Lin Family Big Knife Gang. Qiu Xiaopeng was no stranger to this place; he
used to play here often as a child. Back then, the Qiu and Lin families were close relatives, and he affectionately called Lin Hai "
Uncle .

" However, starting eight years ago, the two families fell out over a dispute over interests, and he hadn't been here since.

In the hall, Lin Wei, smoking a cigar, waited for Qiu Xiaopeng to come in. He had already seen everything on the security camera
. He had someone prepare a cup of coffee and then dismissed everyone. As soon as Qiu Xiaopeng entered, he immediately
laughed and said, "Haha, cousin, you're here so fast! The water in Kyoto isn't good for you; you still look
so thin!" Gou San'er nodded and left, closing the door tightly behind him. Qiu Xiaopeng retorted angrily, "Stop
talking nonsense !

Where's my mom? This kind of江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) conflict has nothing to do with her. You know she never gets involved in these things, so don't make things difficult for
her!"

Lin Wei said, "Why would I make things difficult for my second aunt? She's fine, she's waiting for you in the guest room upstairs. I
know has nothing to do with her. Let's be frank, inviting my aunt here was to lure you here. I know my cousin is very filial, and he and
my aunt have a very close mother-son relationship." "Hmph, now that I'm here, you can let her go. As for me, do whatever you
want !"

Lin Wei took a deep drag on his cigar, smiled mysteriously, and said, "Let her go, of course I will, and I'll let you and your
mother go too!" "Hmph, you'd be that kind? Tell me, what are your conditions?" "My cousin is indeed a scholar,
very clever!

The condition is that we play a game. If you win, you and your aunt can go wherever you want, I won't stop you." "
If you lose, you'll have to accept my punishment!" "What game? And why should I believe you?" Lin Wei laughed loudly
, "Although the people of my Big Knife Gang are wicked, their word is their bond, as everyone in the martial arts world knows. We never break our promises, as you
know . And to tell you the truth, the reason you were able to get back from school so easily is because my father
instructed me beforehand not to make things difficult for you. I swore an oath in front of all the brothers in the gang. Although I really wanted to kill you
and end it all, that would break my promise to all the brothers in the gang. But I really didn't want to let you go easily, so I came up with
this good idea. Winning or losing, it's an explanation to the whole gang and to myself." As he spoke, Lin Wei
threw a sheet of printed paper to Qiu Xiaopeng, "These are the rules of the game." The thin piece of paper
flew out like a hard object when he threw it. Qiu Xiaopeng caught the piece of paper with his middle and index fingers. Lin Wei clapped twice and said,
"Excellent technique indeed. It seems my cousin hasn't just neglected his studies these past few years, but he hasn't given up martial arts either."

Qiu Xiaopeng took the paper and looked at it. His face changed drastically, first turning white and then red. Then, his body trembled as he tore the paper to shreds,
cursing, "Bastard, beast! You came up with such a despicable and vile method! I won't allow it!" "Haha,
cousin, you've chosen to die? Very well, my room is surrounded by machine guns. With just a wave of my hand,
you 'll be riddled with holes, and Aunt's room will be filled with poison gas, where you'll slowly and miserably die..." Lin Wei let out
a triumphant and evil laugh. Qiu Xiaopeng, furious, shouted and raised his fist to strike, but a bullet
"bang" struck the floor in front of him. Startled, he looked up and saw two burly men with guns standing on the second-floor
corridor , glaring at him. Lin Wei said, "Cousin, don't be impulsive.
I believe you're not afraid of death, but what about your aunt? You don't want her to die like you, do you? Besides, I'm doing this to help you.
Don't forget, we're cousins who grew up together. We both have a knot in our hearts, have you forgotten? You like
your aunt , and it's not just the kind of liking between mother and son!" "Zong..." Qiu Xiaopeng was still angry,
but his voice softened because his secret had been exposed. His mind flashed with his mother Yu Feihong's beautiful
face and gentle smile, but then he also flashed with the "rules of the game" written on the page:
Qiu Xiaopeng must have sex with his mother Yu Feihong within 12 hours. If Qiu Xiaopeng ejaculates inside Yu Feihong once,
he can leave the Lin family villa at will, but he has one day to leave Shancheng City. If he leaves after that, his safety is not guaranteed. If

Yu Feihong reaches orgasm once, she can leave the Lin family villa at will. If he fails to
complete , then Yu Feihong and Qiu Xiaopeng will be at Lin Wei's disposal.

"So, have you thought it through? I'm giving you 10 minutes. If you don't answer by then, it means you don't
accept my terms, and you'll have to die!"

"You're so despicable..." Qiu Xiaopeng slumped onto the sofa, his mind in turmoil...
Time ticked by. Finally, he nodded: "Fine, I accept the challenge! If you lose, you have to
let us leave!" "Of course! Why would I go back on my word? If I were to break my promise, I'd just shoot
you dead. Why bother with all this trouble! The timer starts now. You can go to the second guest room on the left on the second floor. Auntie
is waiting for you there. She probably saw our conversation through the security camera, and I've already
placed a similar piece of paper on her desk. Haha, so you'll avoid a lot of trouble going in! I've thought of everything, have
n't I?" "You..." Qiu Xiaopeng was speechless. Lin Wei continued, "Don't worry, only the three of us
know the details of this game. No one else will see it. I've placed a video camera in the room. If you're afraid I won't admit it,
you can record the whole thing as evidence!" Lin Wei grinned lewdly and tossed a room key to Qiu
Xiaopeng. Qiu Xiaopeng's eyes blazed with anger, but he had no choice but to accept his fate. He turned and went upstairs, using the key Lin Wei
had instructed to open the guest room. Meanwhile, Lin Wei ordered his men not to enter the villa without his permission,
let alone go up to the second floor. He then went to a room in the first tier. As

soon as Qiu Xiaopeng entered, he saw his mother, Yu Feihong, walking towards him. Although his mother was still beautiful and elegant,
she looked worried, with obvious tear tracks on her face. "Xiaopeng!" "Mom!" The mother and son embraced tightly.
"Xiaopeng, why are you so foolish? Why are you offering yourself up to the tiger's mouth?" "Mom, I don't want anything to happen to you. As long as you're
alright , what does it matter if I die?" Yu Feihong broke free from her son's embrace, gently wiped away
her tears, and stroked her son's head. "Son, it's too late to say anything now. That beast offered such a condition,
clearly wanting us to die!

Now, we'll die together, mother and son! Being able to see you before I die is a small comfort." "
Mom..." Qiu Xiaopeng closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face. He understood his mother's meaning, of course.
She clearly couldn't accept the incestuous "game" between mother and son, and he couldn't force his mother to do that.

"Son, we still have 12 hours together. Let Mom take a good look at you." She pulled
her son to sit on the edge of the bed, hugged his head, and gently stroked his hair with infinite tenderness. Qiu Xiaopeng lay back,
his head gradually resting on his mother's long, shapely legs, his face pressed against her stomach. It was as if he
had returned to the days when he was a child, snuggling in his mother's arms. The familiar scent of his mother's body had intoxicated him; that
delicate fragrance had accompanied him through the impulsive years of adolescence. But when his mother discovered his youthful stirrings,
she no longer allowed him to sleep with her. From then on, he could only sneak into his mother's room when no one was home,
searching for that intoxicating scent on her clothes. His mother once
found —it was her own. She slapped him angrily, then immediately
regretted it, tenderly hugging her aggrieved son and telling him it was wrong… Of course, he knew it was wrong
, but he still couldn't suppress his deep longing for his mother. He seized every opportunity to snuggle in her arms,
touching her alluring breasts through her clothes and kissing her rosy, fair cheeks. He even climbed onto the bathroom
window to peek at his mother's snow-white body, but he only saw her back before being startled by a knock on the door and jumped down
. To this day, his mother's slender, white back, full, slightly upturned buttocks, and long, shapely legs often
appear in his dreams. In his dreams, of course, the unpleasant knocking is no longer present, but his own
greedy, caressing hands roaming over her body, along with his mother's joyful panting and moans... Countless times in his dreams, he and his mother
have completed a union that transcends ethics. He dreams of lying on his beautiful mother's incomparably delicate body, sucking and kneading,
but each time he wakes up suddenly just as he wants to thrust his penis deep into his mother's body for a thoroughly enjoyable
fucking, leaving his crotch in a mess...

(Chapter Two)

Yu Feihong held her son Qiu Xiaopeng, quietly awaiting death. Qiu Xiaopeng's heart was far from calm.
The faint scent of his mother acted as a catalyst, causing his hormones to surge
.
His mind was filled with flashbacks: his mother's captivating face, her fragrant shoulders, beautiful back, full hips, and jade-like legs… and that piece of paper with the "rules of the game" written on it. The fear of death had vanished; instead, a forbidden
lust . His heart pounded, his manhood hardened, and his breathing became rapid
. His warm breath wafted from his nose and mouth onto Yu Feihong's abdomen.

Yu Feihong wore a white sleeveless shirt and a bright pink knee-length skirt. Qiu Xiaopeng
rested his head on her lap, his face pressed against her abdomen, his warm breath repeatedly soaking into her
lower abdomen. She could clearly feel her son's breathing growing heavier. At first, she thought he had fallen asleep in fear, but she immediately sensed
something was wrong. His arms around her waist tightened, and he began to caress her back,
his mouth seemingly sucking on her abdomen. A cool, warm sensation had already dampened her clothes. She quickly
lifted her son's head with her hand and saw that his face was slightly flushed, his eyes bright, and his breathing heavy. "Xiao Peng, what's wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Peng's eyes filled with tears, and he cried out, "Mom!" He suddenly sat up and
pushed onto the bed, showering her face with kisses. Yu Feihong's mind went blank for a moment. When she
came to her senses, her son's warm, wet lips were already pressed against hers, and one hand was kneading one of her breasts through her shirt. She
struggled frantically, pushing her son's head away with all her might. She finally managed to push his face away. "Xiaopeng, don't
do this ... Mom knows you're scared, but we're mother and son..." Xiaopeng immediately stopped, lying on his mother's
body, panting heavily, and said, "Mom, I... I like you, I want you!" "Xiaopeng, no... This is
incest." "I..." Xiaopeng's lust cooled somewhat. He slowly sat up, then covered his
face with his hands and wept, saying, "Mom, I'm sorry, I couldn't save you myself..."

Yu Feihong hugged her son again. "Son, it's Mom's fault, I've dragged you into this." "Mom, I
don't want to die, I want revenge!" Qiu Xiaopeng's tone changed instantly. He sat up straight and looked at his mother. "I have to find
a way get out!" Yu Feihong sighed. What could she do...? Suddenly, she changed her tone, "Xiaopeng, Mom has made up
her mind. You can go out alone. Mom will save you!" Saying this, Yu Feihong closed her eyes and began to...
A button was undone on her shirt. "Mom..." Xiao Peng paused for a moment, but when he saw his mother's breasts, barely contained by her bra
, and her smooth, slightly protruding belly, his extinguished desire reignited. He bent down
and hugged his mother, eagerly pulling down her newly undone shirt. His mouth traveled down her fair neck, and as the red bra fell to the ground, his lips captured
her not-so-large but still full and firm breasts, which trembled as they were revealed. This scene from countless dreams had finally become reality. Yu Feihong let her son hold her, lovingly caressing her, tears of shame streaming from her tightly closed eyes. 　　Qiu Xiaopeng laid his mother, Yu Feihong, down on the bed, his mouth still sucking on her nipple. At this moment, the gates of his forbidden desires, accumulated over many years, were opened. A torrent of desire, capable of destroying all ethics and morality, surged forth, flowing through his body and finally converging at one point—his erect penis. He needed to find a way to release this flood of desire. As he eagerly reached under his mother 's skirt to explore greater satisfaction, he also unleashed his own raging beast. His hand rubbed back and forth along the inside of his mother's fair and plump thighs for a few rounds before heading straight for the center of her groin. The moment his fingers touched that warm patch, Yu Feihong frantically grabbed his hand through her skirt, whispering, "No… Xiaopeng." "Mom…" Xiaopeng, however, pressed his lips to hers. 　　She resisted for a moment with her teeth clenched, but then gave in. Her son's hot head probed in, stirring and sucking at her saliva. At the same time, her lower body also surrendered. Her son's hands broke through the flimsy barrier of her skirt and grasped her mysterious center, kneading it repeatedly. Her son's urgent kisses made Yu Feihong almost breathless. Fortunately, after he gained some satisfaction, he changed direction, his mouth beginning to wander behind her ears and neck. She suddenly realized that her son seemed quite experienced. Little did she know that her son was no longer a virgin. Although he wasn't exactly a seasoned pro, he had been with two mature women he liked, and he wasn't particularly virginal towards a woman her age. Even so, today Xiao Peng was going to have sex with his mother, whom he had admired for many years. For him, with his deepest Oedipus complex, this was akin to his first time making love—excitement mixed with a touch of nervousness. He suppressed his desire, trying his best to ignite his mother's passion. Finally, he heard her utter her first soft moan: "Mmm... Ah..." A sound suppressed deep within her heart, a sound enough to further fuel the surge of hormones within Xiao Peng. He quickly ripped off his mother's skirt, and then, in her powerless resistance, removed his last line of defense. A glimmering slit of flesh appeared before him amidst a patch of dark hair. Xiao Peng's Adam's apple bobbed a few times, he swallowed hard , and used his fingers to part her labia, gently flicking at a small protrusion. "Ah... No... Mmm..." Yu Feihong tried to stop her son's advance, but the increasingly thick fluid betrayed her. Powerless to resist, she could only cover her face and weep softly, releasing her shame. 　　Facing the snow-white body he had longed for for so many years, Qiu Xiaopeng was consumed by lust, his face flushed. He couldn't wait any longer, for his erection was already drooling; he had to take action. He excitedly knelt beside his mother, grabbing her fair legs and spreading them apart to penetrate her, but Yu Feihong cried out, "No..." 　　Then, with all her might, she twisted her body, breaking free from Xiaopeng's grasp, and rolled over onto the bed. Her smooth beautiful back was neither too thin nor too plump, and her slightly full waist was the mature figure that countless mother-obsessed men dreamed of, along with her alluring, captivating buttocks... Xiaopeng swallowed again, his penis trembling slightly; it couldn't wait any longer. He excitedly leaned down, pressing himself against his mother's back, gently parting her legs with one leg, supporting himself on the bed with one hand, and using the other to guide his thick, erect penis towards his mother's honeyed orifice. As he thrust his hips forward and bent his back, the red glans of his penis, smeared with a little bit of vaginal fluid, slipped out and squeezed into the crevice of her buttocks . He quickly straightened it again, this time using his hand to guide it before thrusting the glans in halfway before withdrawing his hand. Supporting himself on the bed with both hands, he concentrated and thrust his back. As a warm, comfortable sensation squeezed his lower body, the front half of his penis broke through and entered his mother Yu Feihong's honeyed orifice. The satisfying pleasure made him groan softly, and at the same time, he heard his mother let out a soft moan from her mouth buried under the covers. Without pausing, he arched his back and bent down, penetrating his penis as deeply as possible, then pulled back and thrust again, repeating this cycle over and over. After about 20 repetitions, the gentle thrusting turned into vigorous labor, his body pressing lower and lower until he was completely pressed against his mother 's back. He reached down and caressed her alluring breasts. 　　"Ah," Yu Feihong couldn't suppress her excitement and groaned under her son's intense thrusting. This sound almost caused the man working behind her to ejaculate. He tried his best to control himself, pulled out his penis, and stood up again . He reached out to turn his mother's body around so he could enter from the front, but when he only managed to turn her to the side, Yu Feihong pushed him away, refusing to look him in the eye. 　　He was instantly aroused, a desire to completely conquer rising within him, yet he didn't force his mother. Instead, he knelt behind her buttocks on the side-lying bed, bending her legs forward, then straightened his penis and thrust it in at an angle, this time all the way in. One hand held his mother's waist, while the other caressed her body. Each thrust was so deep, each withdrawal so thorough, the man's hips slamming against the woman's buttocks, 　　the rhythm constantly changing, occasionally accompanied by the woman's intermittent but suppressed moans. 　　"Ah, um." Yu Feihong gripped the sheets, struggling to suppress the waves of pleasure radiating from her lower body that assaulted her brain, her intermittent moans becoming increasingly coherent. 　　Qiu Xiaopeng grabbed one of his mother's arms, rhythmically pulling it towards himself as his penis entered and exited her vagina, making the penetration even tighter, extracting even greater pleasure. Sweat beaded on his body, the sweat from his groin mingling with the love juices seeping from his mother's vagina, streaming down his thighs and soaking the sheets below his knees, leaving a mess. 　　As this spectacle of mother-son intimacy unfolded, only one spectator besides the main characters watched with immense anticipation and excitement: Lin Wei. He sat in a downstairs room, watching everything , his face filled with astonishment and anticipation. He had placed dozens of high-powered cameras in the upstairs room, observing every moment of Yu Feihong and Qiu Xiaopeng's mother-son intimacy from various angles. (The text then abruptly shifts to a seemingly unrelated scene: Xiaopeng straightening his penis and penetrating from behind.)

The moment Lin Wei entered Yu Feihong's vagina, he sat in the chair, his expression one of intense excitement. He removed all his clothes,
his hands caressing his thick, hard penis, imagining himself and his mother making love in bed. He turned up
the volume , focusing the image on the genitals of Qiu Xiaopeng and Yu Feihong, mother and son, as they intertwined. He wanted to hear
every excited moan the mother made during her son's thrusts, to see every instance of his penis withdrawing and penetrating her
vagina . He desperately wanted the man in bed to be himself, and the woman to be his mother, Xu Qing (Yu Feihong
's half-sister), but he knew his mother couldn't do that. He couldn't force her to have sex with him.
He had considered countless methods, but he rejected them all; he couldn't force her.

A surge of intense pleasure coursed through Qiu Xiaopeng's body, and he could no longer control himself. He thrust violently
a dozen times, then cried out, "Ah!" before stopping, a gush of hot semen flowing deep into his mother's body
… Meanwhile, Lin Wei on the other side also ejaculated, spraying his semen directly onto the computer screen…

(Chapter 3)

The mother-son lovemaking unfolded like a sudden downpour. As the storm subsided, Qiu Xiaopeng, panting, withdrew
his penis from his mother Yu Feihong's body and plopped down on the bed. Yu Feihong, catching her breath, immediately
got up and ran into the bathroom, not daring to look back at her son.

Hearing the rushing water from the bathroom, Qiu Xiaopeng felt a brief emptiness, as if he had
returned to cruel reality after a dream. He thought about how he had ejaculated inside his mother, but had she reached
orgasm? It seemed she hadn't, which meant he couldn't save his mother yet. He tried hard to recall his mother's
state just now. While confirming that he hadn't brought her to orgasm, he also savored the ecstatic
pleasure he had just experienced. Forbidden carnal desires once again filled that brief emptiness, and
his penis, which had only softened for a few minutes, gradually regained its vitality. He glanced towards the bathroom, making up his mind: he would fuck her again,
and would definitely bring her to the peak of sexual pleasure.

Yu Feihong stood under the showerhead, letting the water drench her from head to toe, extinguishing the shame of her immoral act and
the primal desires that had truly ignited deep within her. She felt the impact of the man's erection and could also clearly sense
that it was the complete release of her son's years of affection for her… She covered her face with her hands,
tears mixed with complex emotions flowing down her fingers along with the spraying water. Suddenly, a pair of naked, strong arms embraced her from behind, and a
hot breath enveloped her. It was her son, Xiaopeng. Caught in her conflicting emotions, she hadn't even noticed when her son had
entered the bathroom. She paused, instinctively covering herself from Xiaopeng's hands that reached up from behind and began to rub her breasts,
then stopped struggling. She had just made up her mind...

Qiu Xiaopeng led his mother out of the showerhead's embrace, his hot lips kissing her neck and back with passionate kisses,
his hands roaming between her breasts and buttocks, until she let out a long moan and leaned softly against him,
almost falling forward. He caught her, supporting her waist and hips, moving her forward two steps so she could hold onto
the wall beside the bathtub. He leaned forward, his erect penis pressing against her... At the alluring honeyed
spot beneath his mother's full buttocks, he thrust forward, lifting his hips to penetrate her. With a long breath

, he held onto his forearm and continued to thrust. With a long sigh from his mother, his penis reached its deepest point. Seeing that his mother had her hands firmly against the wall, he
took a stance, gripping her waist and hips to complete his first thrust. Slow and quick, his hips pressed against
her buttocks with a soft "smack." He repeated this several times, penetrating freely, enjoying himself immensely. Sometimes he would slightly
rise, pressing close to her body for a slow, tender thrust; other times he would grip her buttocks and thrust backward for a faster, more rapid sprint.
His mother 's breathing grew heavier, her moans deeper. He clearly felt she was much more relaxed than during their last encounter. This time
, she was more like a woman seeking pleasure, no longer a mother suppressing her desires in the face of immorality. Qiu
Xiaopeng had no time to ponder why his mother had changed so quickly; this change perfectly aligned with his desire for pleasure and
another purpose.

Downstairs in his room, Lin Wei lit a cigarette, puffed out smoke, and then looked at the monitor
screen . He noticed the mother and son had disappeared from the frame. He'd seen Yu Feihong go to the bathroom, but
where was Qiu Xiaopeng? A lewd smile crept across his lips, mixed with anxiety. He hadn't installed a camera in the bathroom;
wouldn't he miss the show? Just as he was getting worried, he suddenly saw a change on the screen. The bathroom door
opened, and Qiu Xiaopeng emerged, naked, tightly embracing his mother. The two were locked in a tight embrace, chests pressed together, lips
locked in a deep kiss. The woman's arms were around the man's neck, and her full, white legs were wrapped tightly around his waist.
Qiu Xiaopeng had one arm around his mother's waist and the other supporting her buttocks, his erect penis like a hard lever thrusting into
her warm, moist passage. Lin Wei saw the show was about to begin again, his throat bobbed, and he swallowed hard
. His penis hardened once more.

Qiu Xiaopeng carried his mother to the bedside, slowly bent down, and placed her on the bed. He pounced on her,
his mouth filled with her sweet milk, his hands roaming over her snow-white body. He heard her inviting moans in his ears. He straightened
his penis with one hand, and the moment his glans broke through her vaginal opening, he thrust in forcefully, penetrating to the very end. "Ah!" Yu Feihong
cried out, overwhelmed by the pleasure of being instantly filled. Her hands, wrapped around her son's back, unconsciously tightened their grip
, and her legs wrapped around his waist, enduring his hard thrusts. Qiu Xiaopeng
diligently worked on his mother's voluptuous body. He felt happier than ever before, experiencing the pleasure of a long-cherished wish finally fulfilled.
He no longer cared about his current situation; he only wanted to enjoy the moment. He thrust slowly, feeling
the sweetness and the embrace of her flesh, sometimes quickly, his hips slapping against her buttocks with a resounding thud. This rhythmic
change constantly assaulted the floodgates of her desire, until he heard her moans rise and fall, her cries shifting from
high-pitched to heavy, labored breathing. Her hand on his back turned into a scratching motion. He knew the moment had come.
He grabbed one of her legs and hoisted it onto his shoulder, holding her firmly with one hand while leaning forward. With the other hand, he reached up to her
face, brushing aside her slightly disheveled long hair and caressing her mature, beautiful face. In the instant their eyes met, filled with
desire yet tinged with shyness, he began his vigorous thrusting, withdrawing and penetrating once more.
A whirlwind of fucking. "Ah, um... ah!" Accompanied by a soul-stirring moan, her upper body suddenly arched back but then slumped back down, an uncontrollable spasm in her lower abdomen, her vaginal muscles sucking and
enveloping the hard erection deep inside her. Qiu Xiaopeng stopped thrusting, gently swaying his hips, feeling the pleasure brought by the squeezing and enveloping of his
penis .

Lin Wei stared intently at the screen. The scene of mother and son's intimate act was incredibly visually impactful
for someone with a severe Oedipus complex. His erection was no
less impressive than the one currently inside Yu Feihong. As Xiao Peng pressed down on his mother's white thigh and thrust in and out,
Lin Wei clearly saw his son's penis moving in and out of her vagina. The forbidden sensation almost made him
ejaculate again, but he restrained himself; he wanted to watch the whole thing.

After his mother's orgasm subsided, Qiu Xiao Peng lowered her legs, climbed on top of her, and kissed
her face, ears, and alluring lips. He moved his hips, churning his penis inside her already wet
body, quickly reigniting his desire. Xiao Peng sat up, holding his mother's voluptuous body, and let
her straddle his hips, her arms around his neck. He then used his hands to support her buttocks as they moved up and down,
his penis throbbing against them.

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