[Fantasy] Erotic City Married Women and Young Wives (Complete) - 4-6

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The Sublimation of Motherly Love (07)

She gently put on her pajamas, tiptoed out of the bedroom, and her son was sprawled out on the Simmons mattress as usual, so she couldn't wake him. Besides, they had been having a wild night last night... She stood in front of the calendar and gently circled the number 5 with a red pen. Her son had set a rule that every time the mother and son made love, the date on the calendar would be marked, so that at the end of the year, when the accounts were settled, the circles would be used to determine rewards and punishments.

Lan Nuanyi smiled slightly. Today was the fifth day of October, and there were already five circles on the calendar. It wouldn't be difficult to make up for the one she had missed this month if she found some other opportunities. The little guy was infatuated with the new experience, and as a mother, she was naturally happy to flatter him. She

quickly washed up, then lit the stove in the kitchen, plugged in the washing machine, and tuned the stereo to a refreshing tune before she finally opened the curtains in the living room with satisfaction. Sunlight streamed in, warmly bathing her snow-white breasts, barely concealed by the front of her nightgown, instantly creating a feeling of "bathing in the sun." She loosened the belt at her waist, and a gentle breeze caused the light, flowing fabric to billow behind her, revealing her naked body bathed in sunlight.

Lan Nuanyi frowned, a slight ache in her groin making her somewhat uncomfortable. She wasn't sure if it was from her son's increasingly forceful thrusts or from the frequent spasms in her "down there" caused by him.

"No matter what, it was him," Lan Nuanyi thought with a hint of regret. She had indulged her son in drinking so much red wine, only to find herself slammed against the wall and bedposts, her body covered in bruises. She wondered how she had managed to withstand his frenzy last night.

"Mom," a pair of hands embraced her from behind, and familiar lips pressed against her earlobe.

"Good morning."

"Oh, Zhi'er, get up. It's still early, don't lie in bed a little longer." Lan Nuanyi quickly composed herself, focusing on enjoying her son's caresses. "It's not like we're rushing to school. Are you still tired from last night...?"

"I'm fine, it's you who's tired, Mom..." Seeing his mother rubbing the bruises on her body, Ouyang Zhiyuan felt apologetic. "It's all my fault for being so rough last night..."

"Hmm... that wasn't roughness, it was ruggedness... a man should be like that then." Lan Nuanyi gently interrupted her son, closing her eyes and leaning back on his shoulder. Those scenes flashed before her eyes like a movie. To be the tearful pear blossoms her son had to ravage her—for her, as a mother, that was pride; as a woman, that was happiness.

"Ruggedness..." Ouyang Zhiyuan suddenly recalled the night he spent in Rong Xinling's dormitory before leaving school.

When he was pressing down on his teacher, diligently working on her, the teacher was also busy wiping his forehead while praising his "ruggedness." That same night, the teacher kept calling him "brother," saying that in bed, men are always "brother" and women are "sister"... Lost in his thoughts, he unconsciously began to wriggle and fidget behind his mother.

Lan Nuanyi felt the strong heat emanating from her son's hips, and smiled slightly, gently responding to his movements, softly saying, "Zhi'er, thinking about this all the time will hurt your health... Even playing ball has a halftime break, right? Come on, breakfast is on the table... Mommy has given you her body, so Mommy is yours... Good boy..." "Hmm

, just a little while, the ball game isn't over yet." Ouyang Zhiyuan reached his hands from behind and placed them under Lan Nuanyi's breasts, cupping her ample bosom and kneading them roughly. It was a soft feeling, the creamy flesh rippling in his palms, as if with a little more force, it would spill out from between his fingers.

Lan Nuanyi shook her head helplessly; as long as it didn't harm her son's health, she could always accept it.

Besides, she also enjoyed this tingling sensation.

Just as the mother and son's breathing became increasingly rapid...

the phone rang at an inopportune moment. Lan Nuanyi abruptly snapped out of her reverie, winked at her son, gently pressed him down on the sofa, and picked up the phone.

However, the caller's words ended their playful banter.

Ouyang Zhiyuan's homeroom teacher was coming for a "home visit."

Rong Xinling.

Lan Nuanyi was overjoyed and delighted by Rong Xinling's "home visit." They were like sisters; when Lan Nuanyi had just finalized her divorce, it was Rong Xinling's companionship that helped her through those dark days. Now, her sister was her son's homeroom teacher, and their relationship had grown even closer. Suddenly, she realized that since her son's arrival, she and Rong Xinling hadn't had any private conversations for several months, something she felt guilty about.

For Ouyang Zhiyuan, Rong Xinling's visit would be something that made him uneasy. Since their parting at her dormitory the night before National Day, he had only spoken to his teacher once in the past five days, before throwing himself back into his mother-son love game. He always felt that he had far fewer opportunities to spend time with his mother than with his teacher, which made him constantly feel the urge to "seize the moment." Was this why Rong Xinling had come to confront him?

For the first time, Ouyang Zhiyuan ate a "tasteless" breakfast in front of his mother.

The doorbell rang, and Lan Nuanyi got up to answer the door.

Ouyang Zhiyuan held chopsticks between his fingers, a large bowl in his hands, and in his bewilderment, he wished he could bury his face in the soup.

He dared not look into the hallway behind the door, only straining his ears to listen to the two women's intimate greetings, to one of them changing her shoes, to the soft sound of slippers approaching from afar…

“Xiao Zhi? Still having breakfast? Our Sister Yi lets you sleep in too?” The voice was as cheerful as when she entered, tinged with a hint of teasing, even a touch of allure, but without the “suppressed anger” he had imagined.

Since the tone was harmless, the visitor shouldn't have any ill intentions. Ouyang Zhiyuan felt a sense of relief, and the soup in his mouth slurped down, “…Teacher Rong… good morning…” The simple four words almost made him choke on half a mouthful of soup.

Rong Xinling, standing before him, wore a lake-green fitted mid-sleeve t-shirt and light apricot-colored cropped straight-leg pants—a completely simple outfit.

The worst part was that the t-shirt barely covered his navel, while the pants were low-rise, hip-hugging styles…

Sitting in the chair, his gaze was level with the woman's wide, white belly, and the slight bulge of her mature woman's "cockroach belly" beneath the unbelted waistband. Ouyang Zhiyuan wiped his nose; if he hadn't known he'd choked on soup, he would have thought he was having a nosebleed.

"You impolite child, quickly pour your teacher a glass of water." Lan Nuanyi smiled and pulled her dazed son out of the chair. "Xin'er, sit down. You've made yourself at home, why are you being so polite?"

"Exactly! It's our own home, and you're making Xiao Zhi be polite with me… Xiao Zhi, right?" Rong Xinling took the water glass from Ouyang Zhiyuan with both hands, her pinky finger brushing against the back of his hand. She enjoyed seeing her little lover's blushing face.

Ouyang Zhiyuan muttered something under his breath. Both women in front of him had ambiguous relationships with him, yet neither seemed to understand the situation. As a novice in love, he couldn't help but feel awkward. His intuition told him that retreating to his room was the best option.

The two sisters in the living room were chatting quietly and enthusiastically, occasionally letting out suggestive laughter. Ouyang Zhiyuan couldn't laugh. He found himself habitually entering his mother's bedroom. The bedroom clearly indicated it was a private space for two, and there was obviously no time to tidy it up before Rong Xinling barged in. Given the current intimacy between her and his mother, she definitely wouldn't dare to barge in.

The whirring of the washing machine reminded Ouyang Zhiyuan that hanging clothes on the balcony was the best way to avoid her. No matter how familiar they were, a guest wouldn't dare enter an empty bedroom.

"Xiao Zhi, once the clothes are hung up, tidy yourself up. Your teacher, Rong, is upset that I always keep you cooped up inside. She said we should go for a walk together... but not to the bookstore." His mother, washing dishes in the kitchen, ordered without turning around.

"You should go! Your Xiao Zhi's been cooped up at school for a month already. Don't you, as his mother, think about him? Even chickens get to roam around for half a day... I'll help you hang them up, hurry up." Rong Xinling walked out onto the balcony, poked Ouyang Zhiyuan's ribs with a clothes hanger, "Hey, I've managed to get you a chance to get some fresh air. You should thank your sister Xinling..."

"Thank me? You treat me like a chicken." Whenever Ouyang Zhiyuan was around one of the two women, he naturally adopted a slightly roguish demeanor. Rong Xinling's "hurry up" echoed his earlier "hurry up," instantly stirring up some wild thoughts in his mind.

"Oh, I'm Lu Dongbin... If you won't be the chicken, I'll be... I'll be your chicken... okay?"

Rong Xinling watched Lan Nuanyi busy in the kitchen, leaned down and whispered in Ouyang Zhiyuan's ear, "Teacher will only be your... chicken... Ouyang brother." A woman who knows how to express her charm and maturity with simple attire definitely knows how to tease a simple man with the simplest words.

The light green silk scarf tied around the woman's neck fluttered and brushed against Ouyang Zhiyuan's cheek, his nose inhaling a faint perfume and a subtle woman's scent. Turning his head, he saw her round breasts, wrapped in a fitted t-shirt, rising and falling before him. Her half-bent body was at an angle to gravity, causing her breasts to sag slightly, making them appear even fuller. It seemed as if

there was no clothing to support these two mounds of flesh? Ouyang Zhiyuan couldn't help but reach out and explore.

"Eh..."

The two of them simultaneously exclaimed in surprise.

Ouyang Zhiyuan was surprised to find the breast in his palm soft and heavy; it seemed he had encountered a female teacher who dared to go braless.

Rong Xinling was surprised to find that she was holding a pair of light blue, all-lace, low-waisted boxer briefs, of superior quality in color, style, and material; it was a small, round ball in her hand, and even through two layers, the lines of her palm were clearly visible. Any woman wearing such briefs was sending only one message to a man: "Please take these off for me..."

Rong Xinling looked at Ouyang Zhiyuan, whose expression was equally strange, with a strange expression. "Oh, your mother has a boyfriend..."

"Uh... I think so..." These were the very briefs her mother had worn all day yesterday, and at Ouyang Zhiyuan's insistence, her mother had worn nothing but these briefs and a bra all day. She remembered Lan Nuanyi had even smacked him on the head for making her wet several times.

"Luckily, it's already been washed..." he thought thankfully, then noticed that Rong Xinling had actually spread her pants open with both hands and was gesturing between his legs.

“Such sexy panties… You can’t see the flared edge of the panties from outside your pants when you wear them… She actually dared to let you hang up clothes like this, Xiao Zhi, you and your mother are so close, I’m so envious.” Rong Xinling was admiring herself with the panties pressed against her lower abdomen when she suddenly noticed Ouyang Zhiyuan’s change. She put on a stern face and said with a half-smile, “Ouyang Zhiyuan, do you dare to get an erection in front of your teacher?”

Ouyang Zhiyuan snatched the panties and hung them up on a clothes hanger to hide his physical change. “What are you doing? If my mother sees that, it’s no joke.”

Rong Xinling looked back at the kitchen to confirm the location of the blue heater, then reached behind Ouyang Zhiyuan and grabbed his lower body. “Ouyang, you’re blushing, you’re hiding it, and you’re even disrespecting your teacher with an erection… Your intentions are despicable, hmph…” Her mind then shifted to another question, “By the way, have you ever secretly fantasized about what these panties would look like on your mother? Have you ever stolen your mother’s panties to masturbate? Have you… I bet you have… hmph… otherwise, how could you be so thick…”

"Be careful, my mom might see!" Ouyang Zhiyuan laughed angrily. "Teacher Rong Xinling, one day I'll make you—" Rong Xinling quickly kissed Ouyang Zhiyuan and said affectionately, "How will I make you… Teacher has called you 'brother'… I've even knelt down in front of you, what more do you want?" As she spoke, she pinched his crotch hard, smiled, and slipped into the living room. "Sister Yi, are you done yet? Let's go."

The streets during the holidays are always bustling with all sorts of people and things.

Ouyang Zhiyuan didn't understand why women had such an obsessive passion for shopping. Men would never hear women complain about being exhausted from shopping. Originally, he imagined that shopping with two beautiful women with taste and temperament would be a pleasure, but he was wrong. Do all women look the same when they're shopping? Are the things on the shelves free?

"Xiao Zhi, hurry up and catch up." Rong Xinling turned around and greeted him, stepping aside as if preparing for Ouyang Zhiyuan to stand between her and Lan Nuanyi.

"Have some mercy, do you want me dead? Look around, which man wouldn't want to devour you? If I followed them, they'd probably beat me up first."

The two women in front of them were dressed differently; one looked dignified and elegant in a suit and straight skirt, while the other exuded mature charm in a t-shirt and casual pants. Strangely, the two of them looked surprisingly harmonious together. Strolling along the sidewalk, they naturally attracted countless glances and stares. Just the fact that Rong Xinling and Ouyang Zhiyuan were talking had already drawn sidelong glances from passersby, with a disdainful look as if "a beautiful flower is talking to cow dung."

"Sister Yi, that shop you said you wanted to go into," Rong Xinling said with an "Oh," "I won't go. I'll sit with Xiao Zhi for a while. Look at how aggrieved he looks." Lan Nuanyi was slightly surprised, responded thoughtfully, and went off with a smile.

After watching Lan Nuanyi disappear into the store, Rong Xinling pulled Ouyang Zhiyuan to a bench under the shade of a tree. "Don't look so sullen. Shopping with women is a must for men. If you don't have this skill, you really won't be able to pick up any girls in the future... Look, look, you don't even wipe the sweat off your forehead. It's no fun if you catch a cold."

As she spoke, she pulled off the silk scarf around her neck and gently wiped his sweat.

"I'm not upset, just a little tired." Ouyang Zhiyuan honestly accepted Rong Xinling's gentle scolding, lowering his head to let her wipe the back of his neck, and sincerely said, "Sister Xin, I don't want a girlfriend, but when I'm too old to move, you'll still have to wipe my sweat like this..."

Rong Xinling remained silent, still maintaining her sideways posture. Ouyang Zhiyuan was forced to lower his head, unable to see the woman's expression, but the grip on his arm was tightening, causing him to wince in pain, feeling uneasy. He realized that a woman's grip when angry could be unbearable. He gently struggled, "Xin... Teacher, people are watching..."

"Let them see, I'm your girlfriend... I'm wiping my man's sweat." Rong Xinling said calmly, pulling his body back to her chest while continuing to tighten her grip on his arm.

However, Ouyang Zhiyuan no longer felt pain...

All of this was clearly seen by Lan Nuanyi through the shop window.

The mystery was solved. The handkerchief her son had brought home during summer vacation, with its familiar scent…

and the one she'd found in his pocket that day…

a thousand emotions welled up inside her.

Sweet, from a mother's pride, "My son has really grown up"; sour, from a lover's jealousy, "He's cheating on me"; bitter, from her imagination of the future, "One day he'll leave"; spicy, from her longing for the future, "Maybe he can learn from the legendary heroines Ehuang and Nüying…" Lan Nuanyi's face burned, surprised by her own audacious last thought.

"Miss…Miss? Is there anything I can help you with?"

Lan Nuanyi was startled by the saleswoman beside her: "What…Oh, yes, yes…Let me look again." She changed her mind about a quick resolution; her son was, after all, new to love, and needed more time and space.

Under the shade of a tree, Rong Xinling gently massaged Ouyang Zhiyuan's arm, her lips pursed in a silent smile.

"Still smiling! It's swollen..."

"Who told you to say that back then? I had to find something to suppress my feelings, you know." Rong Xinling pouted, glancing around. "It would have been so much better if you had said that that night when we were...."

"Luckily I didn't say it that night, otherwise I really wouldn't know where it would be swollen now..."

"Hmm, this is bad..." Rong Xinling took her lover's hand and drew the character "water" on his palm with her fingernail.

"Are you kidding me? You'd... be here?" Ouyang Zhiyuan's expression was exaggerated.

Rong Xinling picked up her handbag and placed it on her lap. She casually placed Ouyang Zhiyuan's hand between the handbag and her lower abdomen, her face serious. "It's hot."

"Really! Sister Xin, hey... Teacher Rong, you actually did this in broad daylight, in front of everyone..." Ouyang Zhiyuan recoiled as if scalded by boiling water. "It's so hot, could it be... you're not wearing anything underneath?"

"What do you mean, 'wearing nothing underneath'?" Rong Xinling's mind raced. She remembered Ouyang Zhiyuan's strange expression on the balcony and couldn't help but laugh. "You little rascal, you think you're so clever. Teacher wears underwear on both sides. I wouldn't dare do something so dangerous."

"Then..." Ouyang Zhiyuan distanced himself from Rong Xinling and scrutinized her from head to toe. He was shocked to find a thin, light green ribbon behind the woman's neck that was easily overlooked under the silk scarf. "A bellyband!" he thought excitedly, reaching down to touch the woman's waist. But there was only a thin strip of ribbon, barely the width of a little finger, with no knot in sight.

“Here.” Rong Xinling guessed his thoughts, reaching behind her back to pinch his fingers and guide them to his waist. There, he felt a small bow.

“Oh…it’s a bellyband…” Ouyang Zhiyuan muttered excitedly, imagining erotic paintings of women wearing bellybands. “And down below…”

“It’s a set.” Rong Xinling smiled, watching her lover’s nostrils flare, happy that her beloved was excited for her.

“What do you mean, a set?” Lan Nuanyi, with her hands behind her back carrying a paper bag, bowed and smiled, “Sorry to keep you waiting, please go.”

The two were startled by this, and immediately separated as if electrocuted. Ouyang Zhiyuan awkwardly scratched his head and laughed, "No, the teacher said she has a set of books that I could read, I'll go get them another day."

"Good, Xinmei, you should have guided him earlier. I have nothing to worry about, I'm just afraid Zhi'er will always do things he thinks is clever."

Lan Nuanyi took Rong Xinling's hand, whose face was flushed, and they strolled slowly along the road. She said sincerely, "Xinmei, you and I were both unfortunate people in the past, two sisters; if it weren't for your guidance and companionship, I might not have the happiness I have today. Speaking of our son and me in G City, you're our only relative." Watching her son gradually pull ahead, she squeezed Rong Xinling's hand, "You are Zhi'er's teacher. Although Zhi'er calls you 'sister' without any respect, I can see that you are quite happy to accept it. Consider it his blessing... You naughty little brother, please take good care of him in the future."

"Sister, I...you..."

"It's alright, I'm overjoyed. And this Zhi'er, now that he's in high school, he's entered a bit of a 'mixed pot,' I only feel at ease with him in your care. So many things still need your help... He's like a bull, just hoping you'll keep a close eye on him."

"Sister, Zhi'er is a good kid... Haven't you seen other kids dyeing their hair and wearing earrings like crazy? He wouldn't even let you have a chance to do that. When we chat, he's always calling me 'Mom,' he's always thinking about you..."

Seeing Ouyang Zhiyuan craning his neck to look back, Lan Nuanyi chuckled, "Look at what I'm saying, like I'm entrusting my son to someone. Hurry up and catch up with him, don't bother him anymore."

Dinner was at McDonald's in front of their apartment complex. At the end, Lan Nuanyi said she was "tired" and asked her son to take Rong Xinling to school and pick up the "books" along the way.

"Sister Xin?"

"Hmm?"

"Sister Xin."

"Hmm."

"Sister Xin!"

"Hmm!"

"Aren't you tired of always saying 'Hmm'?"

"You keep calling me 'Sister Xin,' do you think I have to answer?"

"Sister Xin."

"...Hmm."

This time there was a slight change. After saying "Hmm," Rong Xinling reached out and hooked her arm around his.

It was already dusk.

"Hey, why aren't you much taller than me this time?" She looked down and asked, "Why are you wearing flats?"

"Flats are better for shopping, and they match my clothes." Rong Xinling turned her head and compared herself to Ouyang Zhiyuan. Her gaze was just above his hairline, and she was much shorter than before. She pursed her lips in satisfaction, "Besides... I don't want to be this much taller than you..."

Ouyang Zhiyuan shook his head, "No, women look better in high heels, I like high heels."

"Yes... then I'll wear high heels from now on..." Rong Xinling's heart skipped a beat: Lan Nuanyi wore high heels shopping today. “It wasn’t like this before, no wonder you said you were tired.” She pondered, then asked, “What do you like about high heels?”

“Very sexy… taut calves, long thighs, and they even make your butt look round…”

“Oh, so you mean my… butt… isn’t round?” Rong Xinling leaned against the dormitory door, took out a key and handed it to Ouyang Zhiyuan, “Open the door… don’t be like a thief, Teacher Su from the opposite door went to Huangshan and hasn’t come back yet. Hmm, you can keep this key, I have another one.”

“Last time we were like thieves, how could we see if your butt was round or not? Come here.”

Rong Xinling smiled and turned around. She couldn’t and didn’t intend to refuse Ouyang Zhiyuan’s request.

“Oh! Has anyone ever told you that a woman’s action of leaning against the wall to take off her shoes is one of the sexiest poses? Don’t move, don’t move…” Ouyang Zhiyuan exclaimed, placing his hands on the woman’s crotch and carefully stroking it.

It was a buttock larger than his own, and with just a slight forward bend, her trousers were stretched smooth and wrinkle-free.

His hands roamed around, and he finally figured out that Teacher Rong was indeed wearing underwear, the edge near the top of her thighs. It was probably similar in style to boxer briefs, no wonder there were no visible creases when she walked.

Rong Xinling noticed Ouyang Zhiyuan's intention, giggled and pushed him aside, then grabbed the shoes she wanted to change into and ran into the living room.

"Hey, why are you taking high heels..."

"Didn't you say these kinds of shoes look good... I'm wearing them for you to see... If I wear flats when we're out together, it'll be bad if people see I'm so much taller than you... I'm wearing them at home for you to see, only for you to see... okay?" Rong Xinling pushed Ouyang Zhiyuan down onto the sofa, pecking at his cheeks and muttering, "I'm Xiaozhi's... woman... a woman shouldn't be taller than her man..."

Ouyang Zhiyuan hastily removed the woman's top and trousers, taking a moment to admire the body he had been imagining all afternoon.

Rong Xinling had long seen through her lover's thoughts. She slowly rose, smoothed a strand of hair behind her ear, and said with a double meaning, "Looks like I need something to cool me down first..." She then slipped on her high heels and headed towards the refrigerator in the kitchen.

Just as Ouyang Zhiyuan had said, a tall figure paired with high heels is one of a woman's deadly weapons. And with Rong Xinling's alluring gait, the roundness of her hips and the length of her thighs were even more pronounced. He leaned back on the sofa, watching the woman calmly pour two glasses of ice water, fiddle with the stereo for a moment, and then return to him.

In this series of movements, the woman's voluptuous and supple body, wrapped in silk, displayed its flowing curves even more clearly; after loosening her belt, the hem of her bodice was pushed up three inches from her navel by her breasts, and the two small mandarin ducks embroidered on it moved with her movements, as if they were alive in water. Her lower body was clad in thin, loose underpants, barely covering her buttocks like a curtain; there was nothing covering her legs, a thin layer of hair peeking through the green gauze, softly clinging to her protruding mons pubis.

Ouyang Zhiyuan discovered that rubbing her soft, creamy breasts through the smooth silk was a pleasure that words could not express. The creamy flesh beneath his palm rippled like water, easily slipping away if he didn't hold on tight. "Just stay like this, I'll help you undress," Rong Xinling said softly, bending down to keep her breasts between his fingers as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. “Come on, pants… lift your butt up… hey…” As she knelt to take off his pants, she felt a toe restlessly pressing against her perineum.

“Good boy, we’ll play later… pants off, pants off… ah ha, little Zhi’er, hello there.” Rong Xinling sat sideways on the floor at Ouyang Zhiyuan’s feet, happily patting his little bag: “Look? So cute with your clumsy look… hey, he sweats just like you…” As she spoke, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and kissed away the clear liquid on his mouth; with her other hand, she pulled off Ouyang Zhiyuan’s socks, covering his entire foot with her warm mons pubis.

“Sister Xin…”

“Call me ‘Little Sister Xin’” Rong Xinling’s warm gaze lingered on her lover’s face, and she got up and knelt beside him: “Men are heaven, women are earth, when we make love…” She gently straightened the throbbing penis and took it into her warm vaginal cavity. “Do you know how to write ‘making love’? ‘肏’, one word is ‘入’ and the other is ‘肉’, it’s a word only men can use… Hmm, just stay like this, it’s fine… Xin’er’s ‘肉’… only Brother Zhi can ‘入’…”

“But…” Ouyang Zhiyuan mischievously pressed Rong Xinling’s waist and knelt forward, thrusting his body forward so hard that the woman almost stood up in pain. “Right now, you’re the one doing the sky and I’m the one doing the earth…”

“The sky… will rain, and the earth can only… can only… ooze water… waiting for you… um, waiting for you to rain… um… when it rains, I’ll naturally be down there… catching it…” Rong Xinling wrapped her arms around Ouyang Zhiyuan’s neck, her upper body draped at an angle to keep as much distance as possible from him, her long hair flying, her breasts heaving up and down like water bags.

“Sister, if you get tired, I’ll take over…” Seeing the fine sweat on the woman’s forehead, Ouyang Zhiyuan casually picked up the clothes beside him to wipe her down. With her other hand free, she quickly made a fist, raised her thumb, and placed it under her scrotum.

So, with each downward thrust, Rong Xinling inevitably pressed her perineum hard against that thumb. Normally, with each round of up-and-down movements, she would coordinate her vaginal contractions and relaxations; but just when she reached the deepest point, when her vagina was at its most taut, that little bastard would give her a "thump"... She felt like she was about to collapse.

"Ouyang... Ouyang... um... can we... can we switch? My back is so sore..." Rong Xinling tilted her body, released her wet penis with a "pop," and looking at its menacing appearance, couldn't resist kissing it again.

Ouyang Zhiyuan coughed lightly, pulling Rong Xinling into the sofa. "The party starts now."

Rong Xinling chuckled, slapping the man's firm buttocks, her lips clamping down on the glans that was thrust towards her, her tongue circling the opening, teasingly teasing it. "Baby bath... baby, be a good girl, take a bath..." Only when she felt her legs being slowly lifted did she release them, pulling them close to her ears.

Under the chandelier, her white, smooth thighs, rounded buttocks, and glistening mons pubis displayed their respective eroticism.

Amid the woman's screams, Ouyang Zhiyuan, supporting himself on the sofa, pushed it all the way to the balcony door before unleashing his frenzied thrusting.

Rong Xinling stubbornly resisted the impending collapse, hoping only to reach the pinnacle of passion with her lover, but her lower body was experiencing uncontrollable spasms... She sighed deeply... her eyes, drooping from the sofa, stared despairingly at the clear night sky outside. The moon was bright, the stars countless; she could only sense the impending storm. She felt as if she could hear the sound of flowing water, rising inch by inch, soon engulfing her.

The sublimation of maternal love (08)

Even in late October after National Day, the weather in G City was still not refreshing, and the autumn heat was still rampant...

Occasionally, birds would vie for the sun outside the window, but the classroom was silent. Rong Xinling slowly paced in the aisle. This was a routine Friday morning composition class. After drawing the topic on the blackboard, she moved between the desks. The composition topic was an overused one: "My Mother".

Rong Xinling's choice of this topic clearly had a personal agenda. Whenever Ouyang Zhiyuan talked about his mother, the affection on his face always made her feel a little jealous. Although a voice in her heart told her that this was just her lover's mother, she still argued with herself. As a woman, why could his mother make him so excited?

Sometimes she chuckled at her own unreasonable behavior. After all, she and her son were related by blood; no matter what, they were still mother and son. It wasn't fair to Xiao Zhi and his mother to be jealous for no reason. Having found these reasons for herself, and feeling relieved, she longed to be more involved in their lives. Perhaps this essay would reveal some things she hoped to understand. As

she recited these thoughts, she found herself at Ouyang Zhiyuan's desk. This was her prized student, her younger brother, and the man she deeply loved. Although this boy was only a 16-year-old high school student, and she usually treated him like a younger brother, spoiling and doting, once they were in bed together, filled to the brim, she always saw this young calf as a wild bull, willingly accepting his rule and happily enjoying his ravaging. However, her king before her was now engrossed in writing, seemingly immersed in an ocean of maternal love. A touch of jealousy, irresistibly rising from her heart, prompted her to play a little joke on her lover.

Composition class was one of Ouyang Zhiyuan's favorite subjects; no matter the topic, high school compositions were always a piece of cake for him. He could usually finish a composition in one of the two class periods, then use the remaining time to do what he liked. He had even planned to use the remaining time after finishing his composition to inquire in the senior year office—maybe his mother was there preparing lessons, and if that happened…

A slender, white hand pressed against his composition book, a small diamond ring on her ring finger sparkling. Ouyang Zhiyuan knew this ring all too well; it was bought by Rong Xinling after they spent half a day shopping at the mall on the last day of the National Day holiday. Unexpectedly, Rong Xinling handed him the ring and then begged him to put it on her finger. Was putting a ring on her finger such an important thing? No one could fathom a woman's heart. With this thought, Ouyang Zhiyuan's thoughts were pulled back from his maternal love, and he looked up.

Rong Xinling smiled and nodded, signaling him to continue writing before turning and leaving. In public, they tacitly maintained a teacher-student relationship, even more deliberately distant than in a typical teacher-student relationship. Rong Xinling never forced Ouyang Zhiyuan to do anything that would trouble him; on the contrary, she tried her best to fulfill every request her lover made, even if it was only slightly revealed unintentionally in front of her. Giving is also a form of receiving, Rong Xinling understood this principle. Ouyang Zhiyuan's surprise and joy conveyed to her a sweet feeling of receiving after giving.

After his slender, white hand left the composition book, it left behind a rolled

-up piece of paper the size of a matchstick. Ouyang Zhiyuan glanced around furtively. His deskmate, Wang Jingbei, was the English class representative; writing compositions was always a major event for her, as she would bite her pen and gaze at the sky in suspense. As for Li Chengguang, sitting in the aisle, he was deeply immersed in the agony of this "more difficult than childbirth" and couldn't extricate himself. The quiet surroundings reassured him. Ouyang Zhiyuan gently unfolded the note, which was slightly dusty with chalk. Rong Xinling's usual elegant handwriting was clearly visible on it: "Guess whether there is one or not. If you answer correctly, you get dinner. If you answer incorrectly, you will be responsible for collecting the composition books after class."

Ouyang Zhiyuan's head immediately throbbed. Collecting composition books was considered the most inhumane chore by Li Feng, the class representative for Chinese. Every time, shameless bastards like Li Chengguang would arrive at the dormitory while everyone else was burping, still complaining, "My sow's piglets are already running around, but she still hasn't given birth to this composition!" What was this nonsensical guessing game? Ouyang Zhiyuan looked up with a crestfallen face, searching for someone. He saw Rong Xinling, her face beaming, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and glancing down at her lower abdomen with a smile.

"That's it!!" Ouyang Zhiyuan exclaimed inwardly, gently tearing the note into pieces. Rong Xinling had watched the South Korean film "My Sassy Girl" while lying on him. The female lead had said that she never wore underwear during exams, and the teacher had teased him about it, telling him not to wear underwear during exams either, to which he called the teacher a "pighead." "What man doesn't wear underwear? Wouldn't there always be something 'banging' between his legs?" Rong Xinling laughed until she was breathless, saying, "How about I don't wear underwear during your exam? Let's see if you're more interested in the exam paper or in my underwear."

"Could it be..." Ouyang Zhiyuan cried out in anguish. The essay wasn't part of the exam, and besides, this woman was actually taking that joke seriously? Looking around, he saw Rong Xinling seemingly making a judgment for him, strolling leisurely down the aisles of the classroom. Her full buttocks swayed rhythmically and beautifully with each step, the smooth, seamless fabric outlining a perfect semi-circular curve. Her outfit was a simple two-piece suit and skirt set. The top was a pale apricot collarless short-sleeved top, the lines of which cinched in from the chest under the armpits, then flared out after the waist. The bottom was a knee-length midi skirt, and below that were light flesh-colored stockings. The entire outfit looked flawless on her.

Rong Xinling's clothing was a hot topic of discussion among the boys and girls in the class, and Ouyang Zhiyuan knew it all too well. She disliked bra lines showing through her outer clothing, so she either wore shapewear or loose halter tops, or even preferred nipple covers to go braless. Her underwear was mostly thin, low-rise boxer briefs with wide lace trim, and lately she had also started wearing sexy thongs. If she were wearing boxer briefs or thongs today, it would be impossible to spot anything from the outside.

He quickly went through the underwear of every teacher he had ever seen in his mind, and suddenly remembered the moment his mother washed his hair for the first time during summer vacation. It was because his elbow was against the groin of his mother's thigh that he felt the lace of her underwear, which led to a series of steamy stories with his mother later on.

So, as Rong Xinling passed by, he quietly gestured to "teacher." When she stopped and looked at him for his intention, he said, "Teacher, please take a look and see if this passage can be expressed like this."

Rong Xinling smiled slightly. Although she didn't understand what Ouyang Zhiyuan was up to, she still took the notebook that was handed to her, intending to take a serious look for him. Before she could even read two sentences, she vaguely felt something pressing awkwardly against her groin. Upon closer inspection, she almost burst out laughing: the little pervert under her nose was "concentrating" on conceiving something, his left elbow already restlessly pressed against her groin. Rong Xinling inwardly praised her lover's cunning, but her buttocks remained still as he manipulated her. After a while, she smiled knowingly and said, "Hmm, have you figured it out yourself? Why don't you finish this part and bring it up for the teacher to see?"

Watching the teacher turn and walk towards the podium, Ouyang Zhiyuan was smug about his successful trick: through the thin tube skirt, he could vaguely feel the uneven fabric clinging to the teacher's groin, she was definitely wearing underwear, and probably something like lace boxer briefs. "Hey, I really don't believe she dares not wear underwear in front of dozens of students..." he muttered to himself, closing his composition book and walking towards the podium like a victor.

Silence remained all around, and seeing that some students had already handed in their work, the remaining students subconsciously buried their heads in their work.

Rong Xinling leaned back in her chair, calmly watching this proud little rooster stride over. She gave Ouyang Zhiyuan a genuine smile and said softly, "Ah, you finished so quickly? Let me see." Taking the notebook and flipping through a couple of pages, Ouyang Zhiyuan's finger impatiently pointed to the page: "Here."

It was the bottom right corner of the notebook, where the word "Yes" was faintly written in pencil.

Rong Xinling deliberately ignored his statement, slowly reading the article. Finally, she turned and took something out from under her lesson plan, tucked it into the composition book, and handed it back to him: "Look here... The logic is clear, but some revisions in certain places would be better... Hmm, and also, the methods you used to verify your judgments about some things... I appreciate them, but ultimately, you were too eager to succeed, which made you a bit arbitrary." She pursed her lips, suppressing her teasing smile, and added, "After class, you're responsible for collecting all the composition books and bringing them to the office."

Although she was unwilling, the answer was obvious in the composition book: inside the book was a pair of light apricot-colored underwear folded as neatly as a handkerchief. The underwear was completely devoid of any patterns or lace, and the waistband was just a thin elastic band. The fabric was quite transparent; even after folding it twice, the pen hidden beneath was still visible. Since the underwear was "here," it meant "there" was "nothing." Ouyang Zhiyuan was puzzled. The lace he had felt on his elbow certainly didn't belong to these boxer shorts. Could it just be the hem of a bra? Looking down from the teacher's neckline, he could see she was wearing a bra. "I'm defeated by her..." Ouyang Zhiyuan muttered, dejectedly returning to his seat.

Watching Rong Xinling still patrolling the classroom, "Now her skirt is completely empty... Damn Xinling... Damn butt..." Ouyang Zhiyuan was already burning with lust. His left hand kept fiddling with the underwear the teacher had given him in his pocket; he could even feel the slippery, sticky crotch of the panties...

Under Ouyang Zhiyuan's patient guidance, Li Chengguang finally successfully completed his essay, then placed it reverently in his hands. The last composition book was collected 30 minutes after the bell rang. "That should break the record for the shortest time," Ouyang Zhiyuan thought as he hurried towards the office.

As expected, only Rong Xinling was in the first-year office. Rong

Xinling had been restless in the office for a long time, counting down the departures of her colleagues one by one, but her lover still hadn't appeared. She felt a little guilty; in a moment of overflowing affection, she had acted impulsively and done these irrational things. She shouldn't have teased him like that. At his age, he was still inexperienced, and he couldn't possibly endure several minutes of torment because of her flirtatious behavior.

She scribbled haphazardly on her lesson plan in frustration, her mind filled with his sweaty, disheveled state, and she was already filled with self-reproach.

A pair of arms wrapped around her from behind, gently encircling her neck.

"Xiao Zhi...you're finally here!" Rong Xinling turned around happily, embracing her lover. "You've kept me waiting for so long."

Ouyang Zhiyuan didn't answer, but instead launched into a passionate kiss on the red lips before him.

After a long while, the two of them finally let out a long sigh of relief. Rong Xinling took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the lipstick from the corner of her lover's mouth, whispering, "Xiao Zhi... I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have teased you like that during class..."

Ouyang Zhiyuan scratched his head, "It's okay, I also thought it was quite exciting... It's just that waiting for Li Chengguang's homework was annoying."

The shadow in Rong Xinling's heart vanished in an instant, and then she smiled like a peach blossom, "Really... Don't you feel... uncomfortable? I saw you before class was over... You were hard..."

"How did you know I was hard?"

"I knew, look, look... It's still rock hard against me..." Rong Xinling reached into their tightly pressed crotches and rubbed the bulging male root with her trousers, "Look... It hurts so much..."

"You only realize it hurts now? I taught you for a whole class. And at the end, I even had to fabricate a story about Li Pang and his mother's mother-son life." Ouyang Zhiyuan lowered his head to lift the teacher's skirt. He could still feel something else inside the skirt as he touched it from the outside. He was determined to bravely tear off the fig leaf that had forced him to become Li Chengguang's gunman.

Rong Xinling smiled, pursing her lips. "Your words sound a bit awkward to me." She moved away from the desk she was leaning against, slightly raising her plump buttocks to give her lover an angle to easily lift her skirt. "Idiot, why didn't you come to me first? You could have gone back to collect the notebooks later." She casually wiped the fine sweat from the back of his neck and said softly, "Is it uncomfortable? How about I let you get it out?"

The suit skirt was rolled up to the woman's waist, revealing her white buttocks and pale flesh-colored velvet stockings that encircled her thighs, along with pale apricot-colored stocking garters. "It's this thing... Damn it!" Ouyang Zhiyuan slapped the snow-white buttocks beneath him heavily. The thin lace trim was neatly wrapped around her about three inches below her navel, and the garters were also thin lace, hanging from the inside and outside of her thighs. "I've never seen you wear a tank top before."

"Hmm..." Rong Xinling twisted her hips slightly to indicate pain, and chuckled softly, "I bought it a long time ago, the one I dragged you into the lingerie store but you absolutely refused to go in... Then you said you liked jeans, so I haven't worn a skirt since, right?" Actually, she wanted to say that she only had the idea of buying it because she saw the same clothes hanging on Ouyang Zhiyuan's balcony, but she moved her lips but didn't say it: "Ouyang, I'm asking you, do you want me to get you one... You're not comfortable like this..."

"In broad daylight..." Ouyang Zhiyuan mumbled indistinctly, focusing intently on rubbing the teacher's plump and soft buttocks. "What 'eyes of the masses,' what 'ears of rabbits'—they're everywhere. I'm just afraid you'll kick me out halfway through. I'd rather just endure it."

Rong Xinling blushed, knowing her lover was referring to an impromptu encounter in the park. In the heat of the moment, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to suppress her moans of climax and abruptly pulled him out, much to his displeasure. Back home, she used every trick in the book, practically tying him up and beating him until she regained her energy and went at it like crazy. "We're not here, let's go to the women's restroom..."

"Ha, why not the men's restroom?" Ouyang Zhiyuan pushed Rong Xinling to sit on the desk, casually picked up a pen, tilted his head, and wrote a few words along her groin, visible at the top of her stockings: "Ouyang Zhiyuan's Only." He then changed "only" to "fuck," and burst out laughing.

Rong Xinling lowered her head and watched him fiddle with it quietly, her face flushed. She didn't bother to erase the words, since no one could see them anyway with her skirt down: "I'm not going to the men's restroom, it's full of those stinky men... Besides... besides... if another man is doing that halfway through... it's such a mood killer."

"Hey? Then it's fine if I go to the women's restroom, right? Fragrant women... But what if a female teacher comes to pee halfway through... I'm just thinking about what will happen if she goes?" Ouyang Zhiyuan's face was close to Rong Xinling's inner thigh, carefully refining the strokes of his "inscription." Further inside was the female genitalia, completely uncovered. Apart from a few curly pubic hairs at the top of the cleft, everything was clean. Her labia were slightly everted, whether from her legs being spread wide or from the teacher's aroused mood, and strands of clear fluid trickled down, forming a coin-sized puddle on the table. The intermittent scent of her genitals wafted over, adding to her alluring appearance.

Rong Xinling chuckled and lightly slapped the back of his head: "Don't you boys always say, 'The Four Beauties aren't enough, the Twelve Beauties are barely acceptable, and One Thousand and One Nights will do'? You're playing innocent in front of me?" She already knew who the "Four Beauties" in the education system were, and she was about to say that he had one in his bowl and another at home, but then she remembered that Lan Nuanyi was his mother, and swallowed the rest of her words.

"Even if it's in the women's restroom, so what? You'll still scream. Every time you're fucked, you're incoherent."

Ouyang Zhiyuan smiled and looked up at the teacher, his fingers moving in and out between her legs, occasionally pressing on her engorged clitoris. Rong Xinling's lips tightened, her breathing quickened, and a strand of her hair, damp with sweat, curled and clung to her cheek.

“Ouyang…no…it’s not like that…don’t…I really’m going to…scream…stop pressing!”

Rong Xinling pushed away her lover’s grasping hand and scolded, “What time is it…still playing…good girl…I mean, we won’t…um, you don’t need to insert it into my lower body, I’ll use…use my mouth to suck it out for you.”

Ouyang Zhiyuan stared at his teacher’s pleading face, a sense of guilt welling up inside him. He could imagine himself sitting on the toilet seat in the cramped toilet stall, enjoying himself with his eyes closed, while his teacher squatted between his legs, diligently swallowing and spitting out, carefully cleaning the stains on the floor and around her, while also keeping an eye out for any noise outside…clearly, his teacher didn’t expect to gain pleasure or enjoyment from this process; she simply hoped to give him a comfortable release with her mouth… Ouyang Zhiyuan helped Rong Xinling off the table, embraced her, and kissed her.

It was a serious kiss, a kiss full of love and apology. He wrapped his arms around his teacher's neck, carefully biting her lips until he was sure she had eaten all the lipstick. Only then did his tongue gently pry open her pearly white teeth and mingle with her eager, nimble tongue.

After a long while, they finally separated, panting heavily. Rong Xinling looked at her lover, her mind in turmoil, and murmured, "Ouyang...we...we're going..."

"Let's go eat." Ouyang Zhiyuan tidied her slightly disheveled hair, picked up her small handbag, and led her out.

Rong Xinling followed behind as if hypnotized, only regaining her senses slightly when the autumn wind blew in the corridor: "Aren't we going over there?" The huge teaching building was deserted; the "over there" she was referring to was the women's restroom at the end of the corridor.

"It's 'this way.'"

"Then...then..." Rong Xinling obediently followed behind her lover, but couldn't help glancing back at "that way," her eyes surprisingly showing a hint of reluctance.

"You've sucked all my saliva, isn't that enough? As the sage said, 'When people are well-fed and warm, they think of lust.' I'm neither full nor a little cold, don't worry. My mind is on my stomach, not on your skirt." Strangely enough, after a series of kisses, Ouyang Zhiyuan felt an extremely comfortable release, and only after his spirits lifted did he realize that his front waist was pressed against his back.

Rong Xinling snatched the small handbag and swung it at his head: "You pighead, who cares about your thoughts... Ouch! My underwear... Ouyang Zhiyuan, give it back to me." Thinking of what her lover had said about "under the skirt," she realized that she was still naked down there, and quickly reached out to get it.

Ouyang Zhiyuan stopped and smiled: "Here, let me put it on for you, lift the skirt up a bit."

Rong Xinling paused, guessing that no one would appear before the afternoon bell rang, first pinching the hem of the skirt and lifting it up halfway, then, with a change of mind, she lifted the entire skirt up to her waist.

"Holy Mary," Ouyang Zhiyuan groaned, realizing that his thoughts could never keep up with the quick thinking of this understanding woman. "Come on, take a few steps... Hey, hey, hey, walk the catwalk, you have to walk like a cat..." He directed Rong Xinling, who was naked from the waist down, to walk with the steps of a fashion model: black high heels, white lotus-like skin, long thighs, round buttocks, her vulva appearing and disappearing, and her proud pubic hair fluttering in the wind! Ouyang Zhiyuan was overwhelmed; every detail was so alluringly exposed before his eyes, every part of her body was naturally and generously displayed without reservation by this mature and charming woman.

“Ouyang… are you still going…”

“Just one more floor… be careful on the stairs.”

“Hmm… we’re almost on the first floor… give me back my underwear.”

“Dream on, we’ll talk about it after dinner…”

“Ouyang Zhiyuan! You liar!! You big liar!!!”

“Sister.”

“Hmm?”

“When did you take off your underwear during composition class?”

“Before writing that little note.”

“Right at the podium?”

“Yes.” 02-01
The Sublimation of Maternal Love (09)

Ouyang Zhiyuan and Rong Xinling ate at a restaurant in the southeast corner of the city, almost a thirty-minute walk from the school, if you consider Rong Xinling's gentle nature.

The restaurant wasn't large, but it was simple and quiet, with a dozen or so tables and only a few tables occupied. The two chose a small square table by the window and sat down opposite each other, ordering Kung Pao Chicken with Pork Kidney, Garlic Mustard Greens, and a seaweed and meatball soup. Ouyang Zhiyuan, probably starving, wolfed down his food. Rong Xinling, however, casually shoveled a few grains of rice into her mouth, then spent the rest of her time busy serving her lover food, or resting her chin on her hand and smiling.

"You're just like my mother," Ouyang Zhiyuan blurted out, his mouth full of food.

"Really?" Rong Xinling paused, a wave of dizziness washing over her. To her, it sounded even more intense than the "I love you" she'd heard during her first love ten years ago. This sentence meant that her lover had made a positive conclusion about her from another perspective. She had never thought about having children for anyone before, but now, a simple sentence had given her the urge to become a mother to the boy in front of her. "Why did you suddenly say that?"

"My mom's like that, picking food from my plate, wiping my sweat, picking out fish bones, even gnawing on the bones I'd chewed… she practically chewed them up before feeding me. You're a little better; you don't nag while we eat."

"Then I'll chew them up and feed you, and I'll nag too," Rong Xinling's chopsticks hesitated above the dish, as if she were about to pick up a piece and chew it. Ultimately, mindful of being in public, she reluctantly put down her chopsticks and continued to gaze at Ouyang Zhiyuan with a smile, lost in thought.

"Call me Mom." There were so many things she wanted to say to her lover, but the three words that came out were surprising even to herself.

Startled, Ouyang Zhiyuan stretched his neck and swallowed the mouthful of mouthwash he was holding. He reached out and touched Rong Xinling's forehead, muttering to himself, "It's a little hot." Then he lowered his head to blow on his tea and drink, not even bothering to open his eyes.

"What is this..." Rong Xinling blushed. She saw the little rascal's childish sophistication and was annoyed. Her maternal instincts were overflowing, and she decided to act spoiled. "Call me! I want you to call me! Or I'll call you!" She shifted her seat, ready to leisurely call him "good son" and

"good boy" indiscriminately, when a gentle voice came from beside her: "Miss, what would you like to order?" The waitress stood politely to the side with her hands behind her back.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my mother said she would like a glass of warm water for taking her medicine." Ouyang Zhiyuan smiled and glanced at his teacher's flushed face, then bowed respectfully.

"Okay, your mother... this lady... is she feeling unwell? Would you like us to turn the air conditioning up a bit?" The waitress felt a little confused, finding it hard to reconcile the image of the elegant and beautiful young woman before her with that of a mother of a teenager.

Ouyang Zhiyuan's insteps had already been stepped on countless times by his high heels, but he still smiled nonchalantly, "No need, no need. My mother just has a slight fever and is talking nonsense. A cooler air conditioner will actually be better for her."

"Okay, coming right away." The waitress glanced cautiously at Rong Xinling, seeing her just looking down and rummaging through her small handbag, her face indeed looking a little flushed, and then went away with some doubt.

"You're the one with a fever... you're the one talking nonsense..." Rong Xinling threw tissues, lipstick, keychains, and other small items she could find at her lover one by one, venting her inexplicable sense of elation. It wasn't like the sweetness of a lover whispering in her ear, nor the softness of a lover's touch on her body; it was simply a dizzying intoxication. Even though the cunning Ouyang Zhiyuan hadn't directly called her "Mom," the shock she felt was already unbearable. She wanted to say something, but found herself devoid of logic. Seeing the waiter approaching with a glass of water, she could only politely take a small sip.

"Have you finished your meal? Would you like some food to take away?" the waitress asked again, bending down.

"Take away?" Ouyang Zhiyuan glanced at the table: a few green vegetables, half a bowl of clear soup, and several meatballs floating on the surface. He smiled thoughtfully and said, "Thank you, but no trouble at all. We'll just take it with us."

The waitress smiled and left.

Hearing that he wanted to eat more, Rong Xinling quickly picked up her chopsticks: "Still eating... Come on, what do you want to eat?"

Ouyang Zhiyuan ignored her question and picked up a meatball, squinting as he asked, "Sister, what should we have for dinner?" Rong Xinling was slightly surprised, but still responded, "Why are you already discussing the next meal after just finishing your meal? Just say whatever you want."

"I told you, I told you but you never listen. It's always about turtle stew, bull penis, stir-fried pork, and that... hey! How many times have I told you I don't need any supplements? When have you ever listened? Just like my mother. Here, take this."

He said, stuffing the meatball into her bowl.

Lan Nuanyi also makes these kinds of highly nutritious foods for her son? Rong Xinling opened her mouth but couldn't say anything, turning her attention to the food in her bowl: "Why are you giving this to me? It's so big."

"It's not like you're eating it. Pack it up, I'll eat it tonight." Ouyang Zhiyuan said with a faint smile.

"You said no when that girl asked if you wanted to pack it up, but now you're making a fuss about packing it up?" Rong Xinling muttered in confusion, tapping his head with her chopsticks. "Don't look at people with that fake smile, it's disgusting."

Ouyang Zhiyuan's foot first found Rong Xinling's calves under the table, then squeezed in, slowly spreading them apart: "I didn't say no to packing, did I? I only said to use our stomachs to pack it up, not whose stomach we'd use."

Finally, he spread her legs to their limit and laughed: "You have 'Ruined Capital' on your bookshelf, and Jia Pingwa can make salted plum preserves, so let's make

some Chaozhou braised meatballs." Before he finished speaking, Rong Xinling understood. Even though she was a mature woman who understood romance, she blushed and her heart pounded like a deer. Her phoenix eyes were fixed on her lover as if they were about to drip water: "You big pervert, how could you think of that!" she kept muttering, her inner thighs burning, knowing that the water inside was inevitably about to flow out. "It's all your fault! It's wet down there again... If it gets wet on my skirt, how am I supposed to go out..." She tried to close her legs, but they were stuck and she couldn't move.

Ouyang Zhiyuan picked up the meatballs he had washed in the teacup and put them one by one into Rong Xinling's bowl, laughing, "Perfect, more water is good, hurry up and plug it up."

"Are you crazy? How can you fit so many in?!" The Chaozhou meatballs were almost as big as Ferrero Rocher chocolate balls, and five or six of them quickly piled up into a small mountain in her bowl. It seemed this little pervert was serious, she thought to herself, secretly comparing how many she could manage to fit in. "Ouyang... shouldn't I go wash down there first? It's been wet and dry so many times since this morning... I'm worried about the smell... uh... what do you say?" She wanted to suggest taking the meatballs to the bathroom to put them in, but her lover was so serious about eating them, so she didn't want to.

"Ah, this is the taste!" Ouyang Zhiyuan recited an advertising slogan, leaning on the table and staring intently at her. Suddenly, he said, "Sister, I'm so hard... This time it's really swollen to the point of bursting, I really want your thing down there..."

Rong Xinling, seeing that no one was around, quickly placed the bowl next to the chair. Her right hand gently tried to insert one of her penises. It was okay, at least a size smaller than her lover's erection, so she steadily pushed it to the top. Her hands were busy below, but her watery eyes were looking deeply into Ouyang Zhiyuan's eyes. She said gently, "Hmm... Sister knows you're uncomfortable... Good brother, just bear with it a little longer, and tonight I'll show you. You can do whatever you want, don't think about anything else now... Okay, good brother? It hurts me to see you uncomfortable..."

"Okay... Then hurry up, how many have gone in?"

“…Three, is that enough for you? They’re all stuffed…” Rong Xinling sighed, thought for a moment, then added another one before wiping her fingers, which were covered in love fluid, with a tissue. She couldn’t give her lover too much stimulation at this moment, so she kept her words brief. “Where are your panties? Give them to me.”

“What do I need those for… I want to keep them to play with.” Ouyang Zhiyuan subconsciously reached into his pocket. The panties were thin and slippery, made of some unknown material, and still bore the marks of the teacher’s previous wetness.

Rong Xinling laughed and scolded, "Silly boy, my bottom is stuffed full. If one falls out while I'm walking, won't that be like a hen laying an egg?" She took the panties from under the table and said, "If you like them, I'll give them back to you when we get home."

"Where are you going to wear them here?"

Rong Xinling winked mischievously and smiled, "I can take them off in front of dozens of students, so why can't I put them on here? Hmm, let's pay and go."

The sublimation of maternal love (10)

When they returned to school, the second class in the afternoon was almost over. Anyway, with Rong Xinling as the homeroom teacher, Ouyang Zhiyuan didn't care much about Teacher Zhang's dissatisfaction in the chemistry class. Wang Jingbei's curiosity gave him a headache. The little yellow girl was not old but had a lot of influence. Her big, bright eyes blinked and made him feel uneasy. After finally managing to get away with it, he was sweating profusely. The

only one who suffered was Rong Xinling, who was absent-minded all afternoon. One moment she was reminiscing about the flirtatious moments with her lover during dinner, the next she was wondering if he was paying attention in class and whether he was feeling uncomfortable after holding back for so long, and then she was planning dinner. The only thought running through her mind was that she had made her lover suffer for most of the day, and she absolutely had to make it up to him. To make matters worse, the four testicles that filled her lower body kept wriggling with her movements and changes in position. And ever since she started imagining these round things as parts of her lover's body, her legs had never been dry. Finally, she had to go to the toilet and use a sanitary napkin to stop the leak. She waited anxiously for the last bell to ring, and for the first time, Rong Xinling was the first to leave the office. Before

the bell had even stopped ringing, Ouyang Zhiyuan was already at the stairwell, leaving his deskmate Wang Jingbei staring wide-eyed, completely bewildered. She hadn't even had a chance to ask the questions she had prepared—had he vanished without a trace? "So forgetful!!" She angrily tidied up the stationery Ouyang Zhiyuan had left on the desk, not forgetting to glare at Li Pangzi who was leaning over: "Go away, I'll clean it myself!!" She often did these things, but her deskmate had never said a single word of apology or thanks to her.

Ouyang Zhiyuan was always running to the senior high school office; not going home for dinner on weekends was a big deal, requiring his mother's permission. Meanwhile, the ringing bell didn't seem to distract Lan Nuanyi. The senior high school students' thinking was incredibly imaginative, resulting in a variety of colorful solutions to function problems. "Everyone has their own way of doing things," Lan Nuanyi smiled, admiring the students' courage to challenge mathematical common sense, patiently annotating and correcting their solutions.

Ouyang Zhiyuan silently found a chair and sat down, staring blankly in Lan Nuanyi's direction.

From any angle, his mother's figure was the most captivating. From her neatly styled black hair to the bun held up by the mesh hairnet, from her fair and smooth neck to her rounded shoulders, from her straight and slender waist to her shapely buttocks, the occasional fingers tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, all shone like rubies in the setting sun…

Ouyang Zhiyuan sat there for a full quarter of an hour before reluctantly walking forward and bending down to embrace his mother from behind.

“Hmm… Xiao Zhi’s here. Is class over?” Lan Nuanyi showed no surprise. She leaned back and affectionately ruffled her son’s hair, her cheek brushing against his ear, gently nuzzling him.

“You’re already off. Look at all the students, always fussing over books with your little rascals.” Ouyang Zhiyuan peeked into his mother’s ear, grabbed a pen, and without even looking at the notebook, made a red checkmark. Then he licked his lips: “This peach’s handwriting is pretty.”

“You’re just making things worse. How can you compare someone to a peach…” Lan Nuanyi scolded lightly, snatching the pen and making a small dot on his red checkmark. “Do you even know right from wrong?”

“It’s not like you’re here…” Ouyang Zhiyuan leaned back against the desk, bending down to carefully brush a few specks of chalk dust from his mother’s hair. “I just thought her handwriting was quite delicate, just like hers, like a peach.”

“What a picture of a loving mother and filial son, Teacher Lan.” A teacher walked by, smiling and greeting them.

“He’s a filial son? He’ll be climbing on the roof if you don’t discipline him for three days.” Lan Nuanyi gave her son a light slap on the bottom, saying this, but her heart was filled with sweetness.

Ouyang Zhiyuan, grimacing, stood behind his mother and began massaging her shoulders. "I'm a dutiful son... I'm serving you now... Teacher, you be the judge... Mom, you're a teacher, teachers don't lie."

Lan Nuanyi didn't argue with him, comfortably leaning back in her chair and closing her eyes to enjoy her son's massage.

"Mom, tonight... I won't be home for dinner. Teacher Xin... Rong said I need to go to her place... to change a lightbulb or something." Ouyang Zhiyuan carefully lied, secretly glancing at his mother's movements. "And borrow a few books to read while you're at it."

Rong Xinling had mentioned this earlier, so Lan Nuanyi had no intention of leaving after her son arrived.

Knowing her son wouldn't be home for dinner, she didn't want to cook. Before, she always thought about going home, as if going home was just to cook for her son. Now that her son wasn't coming home for dinner, she had nothing to do, didn't want to do anything, not even eat. Lan Nuanyi sighed inwardly. Although she already knew it would happen, hearing it from her son still brought a touch of disappointment, but she didn't show it on her face. She gently patted Ouyang Zhiyuan's hand and smiled, "Well, Mom also has a teacher who said she's inviting us to dinner. Why don't you go help your sister Xin?"

"Oh, then I'll go?" Ouyang Zhiyuan picked up his schoolbag with a sigh of relief and gave his mother a light kiss on the cheek.

"Okay." Lan Nuanyi smiled and turned her cheek to accept her son's kiss. Watching him leave, she hesitated and asked, "Xiao Zhi... tonight... are you coming back tonight?"

"Yes..." Ouyang Zhiyuan didn't understand why his mother asked this. Seeing his mother's expectant eyes, he answered without thinking. Although he and Rong Xinling had been intimate several times, they always left immediately afterward. He had never thought of spending the night outside of home. His mother's question was strange... he thought to himself, but didn't think much of it and headed towards the teachers' dormitory.

Lan Nuanyi watched her son's departing figure, a tear silently spreading across her clothes.

The teaching area and the living area were only a few hundred meters apart, and all the way, Ouyang Zhiyuan's mind was filled with Rong Xinling's image. He wondered what the teacher's kitchen would look like now. Was she washing vegetables naked? Or cooking with only her bra and underwear on? Or perhaps cooking with an apron on, naked? Given the teacher's personality, all of the above were possible. Ouyang Zhiyuan excitedly daydreamed and took out the key Rong Xinling had left him to find the lock.

Just as the key was still in the lock, the door opened silently.

The sublimation of maternal love (11)

The one who opened the door was a woman wearing a crimson cheongsam, adorned with jewels from head to toe. Even just standing there simply, she exuded elegance and poise.

Ouyang Zhiyuan took a step back, glanced at the numbers on the lintel, and turned to leave, saying, "Sorry, wrong door."

"You little rascal, get in here!" Rong Xinling chuckled, grabbing Ouyang Zhiyuan by the back of his collar and dragging him through the doorway. "You're so annoying, so clueless."

Ouyang Zhiyuan's first impression of Rong Xinling was that she was "tall." It seemed his teacher had found her highest heels, making it impossible for him to see straight ahead from her shoulder. He could vaguely see a few candles burning in the small dining room; everything seemed ready, awaiting the arrival of the guests.

So he shifted his gaze away from the teacher's hand, which was holding his, and landed on the buttocks right under his eyelids. "Big" was Ouyang Zhiyuan

's assessment of the buttocks before him, especially after being wrapped in a cheongsam, which made them appear even more full and rounded under the slender waist. With each step, the woman's buttocks trembled gracefully. Ouyang Zhiyuan could no longer restrain himself. He grabbed Rong Xinling from behind, pulled her by the waist, and threw her onto the sofa, his erect penis hard and pressing against the woman's buttocks.

"Slow down, slow down..." Rong Xinling smiled sweetly, stretching out her body and letting her lover take liberties with her. "Look how hungry you are... The food isn't here, it's on the table." Her evening makeup, which she had spent half an hour putting on, had already been torn to shreds by Ouyang Zhiyuan. The front of her cheongsam was also mostly undone, and one of her white breasts was constantly changing shape in her lover's clutches. The pain that followed made her frown. But Rong Xinling paid no attention to any of this. She pursed her lips, quietly searching for a suitable position so that the "little bastard" could better perform his skills, while reaching down to find the bulging male organ pressing between her legs.

"Eh..." Ouyang Zhiyuan paused. Between the teacher's warm crotch, he felt a pair of underwear and a thin sanitary napkin tucked into the crotch. He quickly pulled his hand away to check; there was no blood. "Sister Xin, your period..."

"It hasn't come." Rong Xinling smiled at his spread-fingers: "Besides, even if it did, would it stop you, you perverted... perverted... pervert?" For a time, the little pervert was very interested in female physiology, insisting on seeing what she looked like when she had her period, and even eager to know about urination and defecation. However, she had never dared to agree, partly because she was a little embarrassed, and partly because she felt it was a bit dirty. Ever since Ouyang Zhiyuan said he'd make "Chaozhou braised meatballs" at noon today, and she'd spent the entire afternoon eating those meatballs, her mind had been at peace. In the game between lovers, there was only "willingness" and no "permissibility."

"Tell me, do you want to see...your...blood?" Rong Xinling gently pushed her lover's pants aside, her soft hand cupping his eager penis and gently stroking it, imagining its fiery throbbing. Her lower body contracted from her own words. She realized that forcing herself to do something shameful could also bring a strange kind of pleasure.

"Yes...I want to see..." Ouyang Zhiyuan buried his head deeply in his teacher's breasts, speaking indistinctly.

"Then... I'll... I'll show you, I'll... I'll show you my naked body when I come... okay brother, I'll show you my blood and fluids..." Rong Xinling whispered seductively in her lover's ear. Only when the spasms in her lower body came up did she remember that there were still a few meatballs soaking in her vagina. "Hmm... Brother... can we take the meatballs out now?"

Ouyang Zhiyuan suddenly remembered that his teacher had such a delicious dish in her lower abdomen, so he excitedly slid off the woman's body and knelt on the floor: "Oh my, I really forgot if you hadn't mentioned it... Come and see... Wow! Sister Xin, your sanitary napkin is completely soaked!"

Rong Xinling blushed, and although she was middle-aged, her shyness was no less than that of a young girl: "I went through all that trouble to soak it for you all afternoon, and you actually 'forgot'... You dead Ouyang! You pig-headed Ouyang, you bastard Ouyang... You owe me!" She wrapped her legs around her lover's head and pressed it against her raised vulva, not caring what she wanted her lover to compensate her for.

Ouyang Zhiyuan's first impression of the vulva in front of him was nothing but water. The mons pubis, like a white steamed bun, swelled into a round, plump mound. Sparse, delicate pubic hair, dried with vaginal fluid, clung together in a pitiful knot. The engorged, erect clitoris glistened with the remaining fluid. The smooth, hairless labia were a light brown. Gently parted, the urethral opening, about the size of a mung bean, and the wet, contracting labia minorly, released a trickle of milky white fluid that meandered down the perineum to the anus. "Sister, move this...can you squeeze it out?" Ouyang Zhiyuan gently patted the woman's vulva, his index finger quickly flicking at the clitoris. This was a lovemaking technique his mother had taught him, and it always worked wonders with his teacher.

A jolt of electricity shot through the woman's mind. Taking advantage of the rhythmic contractions of her vaginal canal, Rong Xinling rubbed her lower abdomen a few times. With a seductive moan, a ping-pong ball-sized fleshy ball, still wet, fell into Ouyang Zhiyuan's palm.

"Ah!" Ouyang Zhiyuan happily cradled the little thing that had been hiding in his teacher's belly all afternoon like a precious jewel. He held it to his nose, inhaling the teacher's unique musky fragrance mixed with a slightly sour scent, adding a touch of eroticism to the glistening, soaked ball.

"Xiao Zhi...you really...really want to eat this?" Rong Xinling looked at her lover, who treated the object like a treasure, and cautiously asked.

"This is my sister Xin's water... Do you know what kind of water this is? A woman's vaginal fluid is the most nourishing, you know? I call this 'absorbing yin to replenish yang'." Ouyang Zhiyuan finished speaking and proudly stuffed a meatball into his mouth, his mouth bulging. He said, "This is much better than those... you know, whips."

"Nonsense..." Rong Xinling blushed shyly. She knew this beloved boy; whenever he used compound words to address people, it was when he was being most sincere. "This water... replenishes... what yang?" She had confiscated many martial arts books that students secretly read in class, and she had also read them herself, but what the little rascal said was completely different. "Don't you think I don't know... You're just fooling me..." She rolled over and pinned her lover beneath her, cupping her heavy breasts in one hand and brushing them against his lips: "Hmm... Do you like Caixin's body... If you like it, then let it all flow out for your brother to pick... to make your brother hard and big..."

Ouyang Zhiyuan played with the ample breasts swaying in front of him and laughed: "Why isn't there any milk... How come such big breasts don't have any milk..."

"Phew..." Rong Xinling finally peeled the entire dress off to the side, and said in a sweet voice, "That's right, I often think, if only I had... if only I had breast milk for my dear Xiaozhi to drink, then... all the... all the water on my body... would all belong to Xiaozhi." Just as she was daydreaming about expressing milk for her lover to enjoy, she suddenly felt another spasm in her lower body: "Hmm... Aren't you tired of doing this... Come on, come closer..." As she spoke, she leaned over Ouyang Zhiyuan's face, one foot on the ground and the other on the sofa, her pink face already close to her lover's crotch, her slender fingers pointing at his menacing penis, and she chuckled, "Little brother is so handsome..." Her soft tongue licked away a drop of secretion that was about to slip from the tip of his penis, and as her lips parted slightly, the entire glans was already enveloped in the woman's warm mouth.

The small living room seemed to be quiet, with only the evening breeze causing the floor-to-ceiling curtains to sway gently.

Ouyang Zhiyuan intently explored the woman's wide-open entrance, occasionally scrambling to deal with the dripping fluid.

Rong Xinling, however, was flushed and utterly intoxicated, her left hand gently caressing her lover's scrotum, her right hand lightly kneading her lower abdomen, coordinating with the contractions of her vaginal canal to squeeze out the contents. The carnal act on the sofa proceeded in perfect harmony, occasionally punctuated only by the woman's suppressed nasal moans and the tinkling of her earrings and bracelets.

After a long while, Rong Xinling finally raised her head, lingeringly kissing the purplish-red glans, then turned and straddled her lover's hips, casually wiping away a trace of fluid from his lips, and whispered, "My little rascal... shall you fuck me, or shall I fuck you?"

"What do you mean?" Ouyang Zhiyuan stuffed the remaining half of his testicles into his teacher's mouth, casually wiping his fluid-covered palms clean against the woman's swaying breasts.

"Ugh...bad..." Rong Xinling blushed, only now realizing that her own vaginal fluid was so salty: "What I'm saying is, if you want to fuck me, I'll lie down...and let you fuck me obediently. But if you do, Ouyang...be careful you don't fall!" Before she could finish speaking, a scream rang out as Ouyang Zhiyuan flipped her over, placing her beneath him. The woman's legs were draped over his shoulders and pressed down in front of her, as he sneered: "Of course it has to be like this. You're not just obediently letting me fuck you, you're obediently letting me fuck you to death. Huh...where's the entrance?"

Rong Xinling hurriedly grabbed the throbbing penis and pressed it against her vulva. The little pervert occasionally liked to show off his manliness, but when he got excited, he often made the mistake of focusing on the head and neglecting the buttocks, so she had to quietly make up for it. "Slower, slower... open up a little more, sister... ah!!" Her lover's first thrust reached the peak, catching Rong Xinling off guard and causing her to gasp. A hot, burning sensation spread from her vaginal opening throughout her body.

Compared to her mother, her teacher's flexibility was slightly inferior, a conclusion Ouyang Zhiyuan reached after making the comparison. He

had initially thought that his mother, being older, would inevitably be a bit stiff, but little did he know that at crucial moments, his mother could always do things that would make his eyes pop out, while with his teacher, she was somewhat lacking in strength.

Even so, Rong Xinling's knees still managed to press down to her ears. Now she was completely curled up, her round buttocks dangling off the sofa. Every three to five thrusts, splashes of her juices would drip onto the floor. Rong Xinling's beauty lay in the shallowness of her vagina, and now, with the advantage of this position, before her thighs could even touch her buttocks and before a portion of her penis was outside, the glans was already firmly pressed against her cervix.

"Ah... Ouyang... if you keep... thrusting like that... I... I'll die..." Rong Xinling moaned languidly. Her lover had maintained a powerful, rhythmic thrusting from the beginning. Every time he entered, it felt like he was hitting her throat, and when he withdrew, it felt like he was taking her heart with him. She was completely overwhelmed by his fucking.

"Hey... you can't fall asleep, ha... give me a shout..." Ouyang Zhiyuan was also panting, somewhat helpless against this exquisite woman beneath him who melted at the slightest touch. Who knows, maybe if he added a few dozen more thrusts, her soul might really leave her body.

"...Mmm...Brother...my darling...ah...you...you really want to fuck your sister to death..."

Rong Xinling felt her lover's pace slow down, so she quickly started doing things to try and regain his attention. Sometimes she would hold his arm, sometimes she would caress his chest, and sometimes she would move to his buttocks to help him.

"Thrusting isn't working, but grinding should be fine, right?" Ouyang Zhiyuan thought to himself, thrusting all the way to the end, concentrating all his strength on his penis and spinning it.

Rong Xinling finally caught her breath, but a tingling current surged up from the depths of her body, making her feel as if her soul was about to leave her body. She hurriedly opened her eyes and saw that the ceiling was still on the roof, but it seemed to be starting to rotate. She hurriedly hugged her lover: "...Husband, husband...Quick...Quick, grab me..."

Ouyang Zhiyuan was both amused and annoyed. He leaned down and sealed the woman's red lips with his, holding her as they slowly sat down on the floor: "You little slut who can't take a good fuck...Come on...Fuck your brother properly..."

"Fuck your brother properly," Rong Xinling laughed out loud, "Why does it sound like a fast-paced clapper talk...Oh...Waaah...You little slut knows she was wrong...Brother...Please...Please, brother, stop dawdling..."

The wall clock chimed eight times, and the two bodies under the chandelier were still entangled. The man kept his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, his hands kneading the woman's drooping breasts. The woman was already drenched in sweat, her hair disheveled, her plump buttocks clamping tightly around the man's erect penis as he thrust up and down.

"Darling Ouyang... are you going to cum... Ah... cum to Xin'er, cum to Xin'er, okay..." Rong Xinling could clearly feel the man's penis inside her vagina throbbing faster, the increasingly thick penis rubbing against every fold of her vagina, the pleasure bringing her to the brink of collapse. "No... don't hold back... Xiao Zhi... I'm waiting for you! Give it to me... okay... give it all to me..." Rong Xinling gritted her teeth, using the last of her strength to contract her anal sphincter. After only a few thrusts, a fiery heat surged from deep within her vagina, coursing through her entire body. She wanted to call out to her lover, but instead, images flooded her mind: the timid little boy who had begged her for help, the shy little boy she had pulled to wipe his sweat, and the lecherous little boy she had eaten with… Just as she was about to reach out,

she heard a gentle voice whisper, “Sister Xin, I love you…” Only then did she contentedly collapse onto her lover, no longer caring about her own life or death. If every orgasm during sex was like this… Rong Xinling sighed inwardly; she almost wanted to describe it as “terrifying.” Was she afraid? Yes… she was afraid of losing his embrace in the future, how could she live alone? She lay limply on the floor, too weak to even move a finger. Her lover’s hands continued to roam over her body. The orgasm seemed to be fading, but his hands possessed an endless magic; just a few moments of caressing between her breasts and crotch would send waves of pleasure crashing over her again.

“Ouyang… my little nemesis…” Rong Xinling rubbed her hands together on her lover’s chest and called out softly. “Do you want your sister to die… do you want your sister to die right now… oh, my little nemesis…”

The sublimation of maternal love (12)

As they spoke, the days and months passed and winter and summer changed. Rong Xinling’s class entered the senior year of high school with one of the best results in the city. What pleased her most was that Ouyang Zhiyuan’s grades not only did not decline due to his infatuation with love and lust, but they were on the verge of improving.

On the other hand, things seemed to go smoothly for Ouyang Zhiyuan. The only major event was that he served as class monitor for a year. On Tang Qiao’er’s thirty-fifth birthday, he called his stepmother “Mom” half-jokingly and half-seriously. This was the result of Lan Nuanyi’s countless soft pleas on the pillow and body. But it also moved the woman to tears. In addition to gratitude, she went to the hospital for some kind of surgery, saying that she wanted to love her only son with all her heart. That was fine, but the woman kept pestering Ouyang Qingshan to be transferred back from the neighboring city, hoping that every now and then this son who wasn't her own would "come home more often"...

Lan Nuanyi, on the other hand, was completely focused on her students in the classroom, but as soon as she stepped out of the teaching building, her thoughts turned to her son's eating, drinking, and toileting. She had already enjoyed this busy and fulfilling life immensely.

"Sister Nuanyi, wait for me."

Lan Nuanyi slowed down and smiled at Rong Xinling who was coming from behind: "What, are you cooking all by yourself?" She subconsciously touched her handbag; the phone hadn't rung, which meant her son hadn't messaged to say he wouldn't be home for dinner.

"No," Rong Xinling took Lan Nuanyi's bent arm, casually tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her floral dress fluttering in the wind.

"Make some late-night snacks, Xiaozhi might want some after class tonight."

"Is it you who wants to eat, or Xiaozhi?" Lan Nuanyi teased, a slight pang of jealousy flashing through her heart.

Glancing sideways at the pretty face beside her, it seemed that whether it was the nourishment of love or the irrigation of lust, under her son's cultivation, this female teacher had thoroughly enjoyed it, her eyes and brows radiating the alluring charm of a young woman. Although since their relationship was revealed before the New Year, and unable to resist Ouyang Zhiyuan's persistent pleading, the two women had developed from sisters in life to sisters in bed, they still occasionally had their share of petty jealousies. "Sister," Rong Xinling's face flushed crimson, her beauty radiant, and she nudged him with her elbow. "You know him, if you don't let him get a little taste of sweetness, he won't be content..."

"Why are you still calling me 'sister'? Didn't I already call you 'Mom'?" "Lan Nuanyi realized she'd gone a bit too far and carefully chose a word to whisper with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Rong Xinling blushed even more deeply, her face turning a deep crimson. A few times, she'd played threesomes with this mother and son to stimulate her beloved's sexual desire. Sometimes, when he was passionately embracing his mother, she'd whisper in his ear things like, 'You're fucking our mom...' '

Go for it, Mom's about to climax,' and 'Mom... Xiao Zhi's going to kill me with that...' and other lewd things. She never expected Lan Nuanyi to remember it so clearly even when she was completely lost in the moment."

"That's just playing around. Besides... besides, doesn't Xiao Zhi call you 'Nuan Yi' and 'A Nuan'?" Lan Nuan Yi smiled shyly. Her son was fierce in bed but lacked passion, and his thrusting time seemed to be increasing with age and experience. Often, while the two women were panting and savoring the experience, he would just stand there, staring blankly at his raging member. Feeling sorry for him, she couldn't help but try some tricks to make him release quickly. Looking back now, she was grateful to have Rong Xinling; otherwise, she really couldn't have served this little rascal by herself. "I don't care. You've called me 'Mom,' and you've ridden my son. When are you going to get pregnant for Xiao Zhi?"

Rong Xinling was stunned for a moment before reacting. She nudged Lan Nuan Yi with her shoulder and laughed, "You're thinking too much. Why don't you have one? Being both a mother and a grandmother would be great." "

Two beautiful teachers from the city's No. 1 High School strolling side by side on campus is not a common sight. Their dignified elegance and alluring beauty collide, creating a scene that evokes contemplation. So, regardless of the laughter and chatter around them, the pace seems to subtly slow down without their notice…

"Sister Nuan'er, keep it simple. Let him eat something quick and easy; he needs to get to evening self-study. He'll be coming to my dorm tonight."

"Okay, and when he's done, let him go back to his dorm. Don't let him stay overnight. " "

Don't worry, he's very sensible. You even bought him red dates?"

"It's all your fault! You let him watch 'White Deer Plain' and give him Chaozhou braised meatballs. Now, he stuffs a few red dates in his food every night so he can eat them for breakfast at school the next day."

"Hehe… Sister, aren't you afraid of… making… his… inside too loose? Hey, no, no, no… "

"I'll beat you to death, you little brat! " "You're so tight down there, let's see if you can break Xiaozhi in half. Xiaozhi said you can break a banana in half, right?" "

...That rascal Xiaozhi, it was just a peeled banana... He insisted I put it inside him during class, saying he wanted to eat banana puree after class. While I was putting it in, he started touching me, which got him excited, so I did manage to break one..."

"Can't you eat it then?" "

He didn't eat that much, he drank more water than bananas...hehe..."

Ouyang Zhiyuan had no idea that the two women would chatter so much. When he got home, his mother had already served him a steaming hot meal. So he clung to his mother and enjoyed a wonderful dinner. As for what they ate and how they ate it, he didn't go into details. In short, the son ate with great pride and smugness, while his mother was drenched in sweat and completely intoxicated. Back at school, seeing that it was still early, he dragged his friends to play basketball for half a court. He rushed to his seat just before the evening self-study bell rang, already covered in sweat.

"It's always like this! I've never seen you walk into the classroom..." His deskmate was still Wang Jingbei, and it was the same grumbling he always said when he stepped into his seat. Of course, the content of her grumbling was probably different each time, and he didn't really care to listen.

"You shouldn't have lunged at that ball. With your size, if you stood in front of him, wouldn't you be Mount Everest?"

Ouyang Zhiyuan casually took the handkerchief Wang Jingbei offered, wiped his face, and tossed it back, not even glancing at her, continuing his tirade against Li Chengguang. "Mmm...ah," Li Chengguang responded earnestly, then suddenly looked past Ouyang Zhiyuan's shoulder, made a terrifying face, and turned to rummage through drawers for his textbooks. Ouyang Zhiyuan froze for a moment

,

realizing something was wrong, and quickly turned around, looking around before picking up the fallen handkerchief and handing it back, dusting it off as he sheepishly said, "It's not dirty..."

"Smell it."

"It doesn't smell like much, young lady. Oh, I've had a cold lately, my nose isn't working well..."

"Hmph!!" Wang Jingbei slammed her head back up, her ponytail bouncing twice.

"I used to say you never went outside, just sat there, and now look what's happened! You won't come back until your clothes are soaked!"

"Okay, okay, I'll try not to get my clothes wet next time. " "Ouyang Zhiyuan casually glanced down at his textbook, then suddenly pulled something out of his drawer: "Huh? Red Bull?"

"Keep your voice down! You'll drink...drink yourself to death, and remember to come back sweating tomorrow." Wang Jingbei blushed, glancing around; her classmates were all busy with their homework. She nudged her deskmate in the ribs with her elbow, the strong, masculine scent wafting up and making her heart pound. She could smell it from miles away. "

You didn't even wipe your neck, look, it's all sweaty..." Her handkerchief was clutched tightly in her hand, crumpled into a ball. If they weren't in the classroom, she would have loved to wipe this forgetful brat clean for him.

"Hiss..." Ouyang Zhiyuan exaggeratedly grinned, downed half a can of ice-cold Red Bull, wiped the sweat from his neck, and was radiant again.

"What's wrong...does it hurt? Where does it hurt?" Seeing her deskmate's pained expression, Wang Jingbei realized her own elbow hurt so much without her using any strength. She wanted to touch it, but dared not, tears welling in her eyes. "Why don't we go to the school doctor? I've told you so many times, don't try to be capable if you don't have the ability. You just have to...you just have to...you just have to make me worry to death before you're satisfied, right..."

Ouyang Zhiyuan's heart stirred. He bit down on a jar, staring intently at the blackboard, then glanced at the girl beside him. Cherry lips, delicate nose, large, star-like eyes, a full bust barely concealed by her school uniform, the sweet fragrance of a young girl... He hadn't really noticed before, but now this girl beside him had grown into a graceful young woman. He quietly reached under the table and grasped her small, white hand, feeling its softness. "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anywhere."

"But you...you...you..." A surge of heat rushed from her palm to her heart, almost spitting it out. Wang Jingbei's mind went blank. She wanted to pull her hand away, but dared not, unwilling to let go. A wave of heat washed over her body beneath her school uniform; for the first time, she was sweating while sitting still.

"Oh!" "I'm sorry!" Ouyang Zhiyuan quickly let go of her hand, wiping the sweat from his palms. "I've made you dirty again."

"No, it's not like that... it wasn't you, it was... it was..." Wang Jingbei panicked. Did she give him the impression of being an extremely clean girl? Scaring him was not her intention at all. She wanted to explain, but didn't know where to begin, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

Ouyang Zhiyuan found it a little funny. He had seen this girl with her eyebrows raised and her almond eyes wide open, he had seen her gentle and demure, but he had never seen her like this, like a frightened little rabbit. He patted the back of her hand: "We're not hooligans, look how anxious you are." Wang

Jingbei snorted and flicked her hand, straightening her posture as she drew a circle on her notebook, added two dots, then an arc, and a smiley face. Satisfied, she added short hair, just like Ouyang Zhiyuan's, to the circle, muttering something only she could hear: "You're such a big hooligan..."

Rong Xinling arrived at the classroom after the second self-study period bell rang. Seeing the group of "Monkey Kings" quietly busy, she felt a surge of satisfaction. She stared intently at Ouyang Zhiyuan for a while, but noticed he hadn't looked up, as if unaware of her arrival. Feeling annoyed, she slowly paced down the aisle, glancing here and there, finally stopping beside his seat.

Ouyang Zhiyuan saw a pair of pointed black high heels, then flesh-colored stockings, and then... It was a lotus leaf-shaped skirt, a beige tube skirt… He didn't look up again, casually grabbing a piece of paper to write on, his elbow habitually sticking out of the desk.

Rong Xinling smiled silently, glancing around at the students studying with their heads down, then crossed her arms and slowly pressed her body against that bold elbow, looking down at the class monitor's homework.

The point where his elbow met the teacher's body was right at his crotch, and Ouyang Zhiyuan skillfully moved his elbow with a slight motion. The beauty of Rong Xinling's genitals lay in this; when she stood with her legs together, the raised vulva felt incredibly soft. Through the smooth skirt, his elbow could clearly feel the pattern of the woman's panties; needless to say, they were openwork in the middle, and perhaps many hairs were peeking out from the gaps in the lace…

The writing was extremely small. Rong Xinling leaned forward to read it, her lower body responding to the little hooligan's forceful thrusts against his restless elbows, until her mons pubis throbbed with a dull ache, her vagina already soaked through.

Ouyang Zhiyuan handed the writing to Rong Xinling: "Teacher Rong, I can't remember the second half of this poem, and I don't know which dynasty or author wrote it. Could you give me a hint?"

"Smoke shrouds the cold water, moonlight shrouds the sand, moored at night on the Qinhuai River near a wine shop." The writing, though small, was vigorous and elegant.

"Hmm... I don't remember very clearly either, it should be by Du Mu, right?" Rong Xinling smiled and casually added a line at the end. "I'm not sure if it's right, I'll check when I get back, and you can come to my office after class to tell me." "

The courtesan knows not the sorrow of a fallen nation, still singing 'The Flowers of the Rear Courtyard' across the river." The writing was also small, full of tender affection.

After Rong Xinling left, Wang Jingbei suddenly snatched the paper away: "Showing off like a big shot! 'Smoke shrouds the cold water, moonlight veils the sand, moored on the Qinhuai River near a wine shop. The courtesan, oblivious to the nation's ruin, still sings 'The Flowers of the Rear Courtyard' across the river.' Idiot, you don't even understand 'Moored on the Qinhuai River,'

yet you boast about 'reading three hundred Tang poems by heart'... 'Reading three hundred Tang poems by heart, even if you can't compose poetry, you'll still be lewd,' oh?" Ouyang Zhiyuan, having received his teacher's hint, was filled with joy, emphasizing the word "lewd," and even giving a flirtatious wink.

Wang Jingbei's heart fluttered inexplicably, and she pouted, saying, "You rascal." The little rabbit in her arms throbbed incessantly, a sweet feeling welling up inside her, a feeling she had never experienced before. Turning back to pick up a pen, she found her limbs weak and unable to move.

Although Wang Jingbei wished time would slow down, just a little bit more. Then, the school bell broke, and then the old man who rang the bell got drunk or something… The bell rang much faster than she expected, and as always, before the sound even stopped, Ouyang Zhiyuan had vanished without a trace. She realized that describing the class monitor as "disappearing in a flash" was actually an insult to his agility. Biting her lip, she could only quietly tidy up his stationery, quietly hide the original calligraphy of the poem by the big-tailed eagle, and quietly fold the handkerchief and tuck it into his pocket.

She didn't even know how many handkerchiefs this was; each one was only used two or three times by him, after which she would knead them into little mice, rabbits, cats, and dogs, hiding a huge pile of them in her room. When she had nothing to do, she would take out all sorts of little animals, line them up, scold and spank them one by one, and then lovingly take one of the little mice for a walk or a little rabbit for a bath, and so on. Today's handkerchief seemed no different from usual; as usual, it was damp as he put it in his pocket, leaving the pocket damp as well. But… that damp feeling traveled to his thighs, and… why did his thighs feel hot instead of cool?

Ouyang Zhiyuan paid no heed to the little thoughts of this lovesick young woman, his legs already striding towards the teachers' dormitory building.

The teacher's mention of the office was just a secret code between him and the teacher. The real battlefield was over there in the dormitory building.

The curtains were already drawn and the lights were on in the eighth-floor window. Where would the lady of the house be waiting for him, and how would she be waiting?

There was no one in the house, inside or out; after searching everywhere, he found only two steaming pots of stewed pigeon on the table. Just as Ouyang Zhiyuan swallowed the last bite of the stew, the key jingled outside the door, and Rong Xinling burst in, panting heavily.

The eighth floor was the top floor; there was no elevator, and it was clear that the teacher had run up the stairs.

"Finished eating? If it's not enough, eat the teacher's portion too." Rong Xinling tossed the paper bag in her hand onto the sofa and unzipped the side of her dress.

Watching this woman undress was a very exciting thing. First, her snow-white shoulders appeared, then her breasts covered by a bra, down to her slender waist and round navel, and then various kinds of underwear. Almost every time, the woman could surprise him, whether it was a thong, lace, or nothing at all, or like this time, stockings with garter belts...

"Don't take off your high heels, okay?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, or I'll change into an even higher pair, the kind that's too high to wear out."

Rong Xinling took off her panties and bra, put on a camisole nightgown, sat down next to her lover, and smiled, propping her chin up with her hand: "Is the soup good?"

Ouyang Zhiyuan didn't say anything, took a sip, and sealed it to the woman's lips: "Is it good?" He rummaged through the stew pot and asked: "What were you running about just now?"

Rong Xinling gave a vague answer, then got up and grabbed the bag next to her, fiddled with it for a while, and pulled out a large syringe, which she proudly waved: "Here's this."

"Will this work? It's not even as big as mine." Ouyang Zhiyuan curled his lip, looked at his crotch, and realized that he wasn't bragging. With the way the two women had trained him, even donkeys and jewels paled in comparison.

"Hmph..." Rong Xinling's eyes sparkled, her cheeks flushed. "You...you weren't going to sing 'Teacher's Back Garden Flower'...use this to wash the flower, otherwise how...how can I eat your stuff..." "

Enema!!" The word flashed through Ouyang Zhiyuan's mind. He pushed back his chair and was about to touch her, his manhood already erect.

Rong Xinling smiled sweetly, kneeling on the floor to help him loosen his clothes. Although she had played with her lover's penis, which was bulging high under his underwear countless times—as Lan Nuanyi put it—it was like "a parachute stuffed inside," she was still shocked every time it appeared proudly before her. As usual, water flowed from her body like a tap being turned on. Gently pulling down his underwear, the thing inside sprang up as if it had appeared out of nowhere, slapping her lover's lower abdomen with a crisp "smack," stubbornly twitching and defiantly challenging her.

Rong Xinling felt that it was already ending before it even began. That purplish-red, ferocious monster... I really wanted to swallow it whole... With each throb of that penis, my heart leaped, and after a few throbs, it was right in my throat. I couldn't help but let out a coquettish moan, my hands gripping the man's firm buttocks, and I opened my lips to kiss the purplish-red glans.

First, I licked away the drop of clear fluid from the urethral opening, then my tongue swished across the glans.

Below, the scrotum slowly undulated, the masculine scent of something wrapped in underwear all day filling my nostrils. Rong Xinling sighed with ecstasy and said softly, "Come...sit here, let me clean you up for a little while...um, no rush...just a little while...good boy." Ouyang Zhiyuan was a bit impatient. Even after sitting down, he was still stuck with nowhere to put his feet or reach his hands, and he couldn't bear to lose the feeling of the woman's soft, fragrant tongue lingering on his penis... Rong Xinling smiled, naturally understanding the little rascal's impatience. She quickly took off her nightgown, freeing her breasts, and arched her back, her breasts swaying like bellflowers in his hands. In his eagerness, Ouyang Zhiyuan impatiently stretched

his feet toward the woman's vulva. Rong Xinling quickly squatted up, opening her legs to a 180-degree angle. Her light brown vulva was fully exposed under the bright light, the dewy petals glistening, the sparse hairs wet and curled together. Before Ouyang Zhiyuan's big toe could tickle her a few times, a stream of fluid had already flowed down her perineum, dripping onto the smooth floor.

It was much more convenient to squat between his open thighs. Rong Xinling gently swayed her hips, wedging her lover's restless toes into her vagina, enduring the spasms of her vulva. She lightly grasped his throbbing penis with one hand, while the other hand reached up from under his thighs, her thumb gently stroking between his groin and anus. When Ouyang Zhiyuan tightened his grip on her breasts, she parted his scrotum against her thighs, licking away the warm, sweaty stains.

"Sister Xin, I want to eat too..."

Rong Xinling spat the penis out of her mouth, picked up the paper bag, and chuckled, "No..." She pulled Ouyang Zhiyuan towards the bathroom.

"Why?"

"If you eat a few bites of me, I won't be able to live tonight."

The transparent high heels she had changed into upon entering had a good effect, making her buttocks appear like two hemispheres, and the larger the sway of her hips as she walked, the more elastic they seemed. The woman was clearly aroused; as she walked, her juices flowed down her thighs, glistening and reaching the top of her stockings. Ouyang Zhiyuan could no longer restrain himself. He grabbed her from behind, pulled her hair, and slammed her against the sink: "Fuck your mother… help me put it in!"

The woman hurriedly propped herself up, one hand gripping the erect penis between her legs and pressing it into her vagina: "Xiao Zhi, don't rush, don't rush... Teacher is here... Ouch... Ah... Teacher will fuck you..." Perhaps it was the effect of the high heels, but the passage was noticeably shallow, and the lover's first thrust pushed her to the very end, a rush of pain, numbness, and pleasure washing over her.

In the mirror, Rong Xinling's face was flushed with a slight blush of alcohol, a few strands of long hair tugging at the corners of her mouth. She lay prone on the platform, her waist deeply arched, her white buttocks already protruding into two round mounds of flesh. She reached down to her crotch and gently supported the scrotum that was slapping against her thighs, occasionally lightly brushing her long fingers against the little hooligan's perineum a few times. "Xiao Zhi, slow down, don't rush, um, don't ejaculate yet, okay..."

Ouyang Zhiyuan stared at the woman's buttocks, the flesh bouncing forward in waves with each thrust. “This must be what ‘buttock waves’ are…” The woman’s waist was supple and boneless, her hands gripping her sides, almost encircling her. “Looks like all the flesh has gone to her buttocks…”

“Ouyang, come, look in the mirror.” The woman tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and lifted herself up. Her ample buttocks were still pert and erect, her long thighs were still taut and spread apart, and her narrow passage was still being stretched by the immense force of her thrusts. Her lover’s lovemaking skills were becoming increasingly refined; when he withdrew, he could pull out until only half of his glans was left between her labia, and when he thrust in, he could go all the way in, making one want to float on tiptoe… Rong Xinling raised her face and gathered her long hair back with both hands. Her breasts, which stood proudly above the rest of her body, were coated with a hazy light under the mirror light, rising and falling with Ouyang Zhiyuan’s thrusts. Ouyang Zhiyuan

pressed against the end of his teacher’s penis, letting her make the circular motion of a millstone. The head of his penis was clearly pressing against a hard lump of something he couldn't identify. Every time the woman massaged it, it sent a shiver down his spine. "Sister Xin, do you think it can ejaculate something?" He was referring to the woman's breasts, which were now changing shape under the woman's kneading. The nipples, nestled between his middle and index fingers, remained as vibrant and red as ever. The fat beneath his palm wasn't entirely under his control, so it squeezed out between his fingers or along the edge of his hand.

"Yes, yes, as long as you get Teacher... pregnant, then... you'll have everything." Rong Xinling looked at her breasts, squeezed beyond recognition in the mirror, imagining them gushing out white milk and splashing onto the mirror.

Her hand touched her beloved's buttocks, which were as hard as bronze, twitching unconsciously. The woman was startled, inwardly blaming herself for being so self-absorbed; her seductive skills were clearly overdone. “Ouyang, don’t move, don’t shoot… don’t shoot here.”

“What…”

Rong Xinling took out the large syringe from the paper bag, blushing and smiling, “This… little hooligan, how about I give you a virgin tonight?” 02-01
The sublimation of maternal love (13)

The “virgin” in the woman’s mouth was naturally her anus.

Rong Xinling had always had regrets. She asked herself if her body was clean, but Ouyang Zhiyuan was not the first person to have her touch; the penis that had been in his mouth was not the first one he had ever had; only this last hole had never been touched or even seen by anyone. She was glad that she could still keep something for the little bastard, and she was even more looking forward to this day than Ouyang Zhiyuan. Rong Xinling searched online a lot for this, and knew that Du Mu’s poem “Mooring at Qinhuai” would not be as poetic as she imagined, but she did not hesitate at all. She was even unwilling to expand her anus with her fingers in the early stages, as suggested online, to loosen it beforehand. The first time there belonged to her beloved, and her own fingers could not be allowed.

The moment Ouyang Zhiyuan first entered her body, when the most yang organ of her lover's body merged with the most yin organ in her body, Rong Xinling was already envisioning this scene. She was willing to shed tears for this little lover, to bleed for him…

To have that little bastard leave such unforgettable pain on her body was definitely a kind of happiness.

Rong Xinling did buttock-shaping exercises and yoga, and she always felt that if she had to find any flaw in her body, her buttocks should be one of them. They were "too big," even 3 inches larger than her bust, and when she walked, if she wasn't careful with her posture, the swaying of her hips would look wanton. She didn't want to give others a "wanton" impression, except in front of this little hooligan, of course. The little hooligan liked full buttocks, and Rong Xinling and Lan Nuanyi had reached a consensus on this. He always seized every opportunity to play with and tease this part of his body with a rapt attention. And for this reason, no matter where it was—on the street, in a classroom, in a toilet, or on a balcony—as long as she could find an opportunity out of other people's sight, Rong Xinling would always secretly satisfy the little pervert's certain sensory desires. To meet Ouyang Zhiyuan's demands, a whole bunch of tight-fitting fishnet stockings were prepared. Skirts? Those were indispensable too; sometimes, when going out, wearing stockings under skirts wasn't allowed…

Just as she was lost in thought, a cool sensation at her anus startled Rong Xinling. Looking in the mirror, she saw Ouyang Zhiyuan already had a syringe full of fluid, eager to try it on her buttocks.

The woman's buttocks were as white and tender as the moon, the cleft between them deep and tight. Even now, with her buttocks fully exposed on the dressing table, her anus was still not visible. Gently parting the cleft, a small flower appeared before her eyes. A light brown center, with delicately radiating folded petals. A light touch of her finger caused the petals to tremble and the center to contract. Such a small anal flower, easily covered by the pad of her thumb, how could it possibly accommodate that erect and enormous thing?

As the warm water from the syringe slowly flowed into her rectum, Rong Xinling's urge to defecate grew stronger until her sphincter could no longer hold back the leakage of clear fluid. She staggered to the toilet and finally emptied her bladder. At first, under Ouyang Zhiyuan's watchful eye, she was somewhat shy and tried to hide it, but gradually, realizing her beloved enjoyed this, she couldn't help but flatter him, half-heartedly opening her legs for him to see. After several repetitions, she could now bend over the washbasin, and even with Ouyang Zhiyuan's fingers still lingering and probing between her legs, the clear water would still flow without hesitation.

After an enema and serving her beloved a "wounded bath," the woman was practically dragged back to the living room. "Look, isn't there enough water?" Rong Xinling was completely pressed into the sofa, her knees almost reaching her ears, feeling her crotch already soaked with love fluid.

"Mmm..." Ouyang Zhiyuan was in a state of constant desire, but his teacher, with perfect control, always managed to distract him at the crucial moment before he ejaculated. Now, just as he was about to reach his climax, she gave him a small slap, leaving him both amused and exasperated: "Fuck you! Can't you just let me ejaculate this time, you little slut... I can fuck you to death again in a minute..."

"No." Rong Xinling kissed away the beads of sweat on her beloved's nose and chuckled, "The Empress Dowager has decreed that the Emperor's favor can only be extracted once a night; any more will be punished. It's better for you to kneel here; you can control your strength." As she spoke, the woman half-reclined on the sofa, her breasts almost reaching her ribs, with most of her buttocks dangling off the sofa. Looking at her legs, the previously glistening vaginal fluid had long since turned white from being fucked, meandering down her perineum to her anus.

“When did I say that? I’ll fuck that Empress Dowager to death when we get back… But if you forge an imperial edict, I’ll fuck you to death too. Anyway, one of them is going to die, so what’s the big deal?” Ouyang Zhiyuan muttered, grabbing his penis and bringing it close to the small anal flower: “Hey, how do we do it?”

“That’s right, fuck her to death… Both of them are sluts…” Rong Xinling chimed in, only then noticing her beloved’s helplessness, and hurriedly said: “Hey, Xiao Zhi hasn’t picked the melon yet… Shall we kiss Xiao Zhi? It’s all my fault, I couldn’t invite the Emperor to break my hymen, I’m stuck here… Slowly, your glans is big… Wait a minute, when you go in, your glans has to stop…”

Ouyang Zhiyuan thought this was almost an impossible task… Watching the flower involuntarily contract as the glans approached, watching the folds slowly disappear as the glans expanded, watching the engorged clitoris rapidly shrink due to the pain stimulation… Anal sex, do women really experience pleasure? "Stop for a moment, stop for a moment..." Rong Xinling's palms were covered in cold sweat. She instinctively wanted to push away the body that was approaching, but then she noticed that her anus was pushing the glans out. She quickly pressed down on her beloved's hips, using his strength to hold back the tears that were already welling up in her eyes...

“Sister Xin…” Ouyang Zhiyuan sensed something was wrong and tried to pull back, but the woman held him firmly. “No, shouldn’t we put some lubricant on it? Olive oil should work, right? Look how pale you are…”

“No, no… I don’t hurt, I’m just nervous, it doesn’t hurt. A virgin’s first time is always nerve-wracking, you know? Putting oil on it isn’t good, it’ll make it loose, and if it’s loose, the flower won’t sing properly… Good little Zhi, my good little Zhi, I really don’t hurt… Look, I can still move, I can still let it in…” Rong Xinling panicked, afraid her beloved would give up, and disregarding the excruciating pain in her lower body, she thrust forward.

The glans seemed to penetrate a little further, and the woman’s eyes were already blurry with tears, her ears ringing.

Ouyang Zhiyuan gently wiped away the tears from Rong Xinling's eyes and laughed, "I didn't say you were in pain. You said you were in pain and you didn't even know... We're not playing this game anymore... You know, the Empress Dowager of the Western Palace said she's played with it. I'll go to the Western Palace and play with her tomorrow."

"No, no, no, no!" Rong Xinling panicked even more after Ouyang Zhiyuan said that. Two women, six holes, and not a single one of them was a virgin for her beloved to enjoy. How could that be? She gritted her teeth, "I'll die this once. At worst, he can burst me open..." She grabbed Ouyang Zhiyuan's buttocks and thrust herself out. Most of his penis slid into her rectum. She groaned, closed her eyes, and fell onto the sofa, panting heavily. She felt like her buttocks were about to split in two and burst. "Don't pull out... pulling out will only hurt more, Xiao Zhi... massage here for a while, even a little tingling will be good..."

Ouyang Zhiyuan's nose tingled, and he stroked the woman's clitoris with utmost seriousness, almost without any eroticism, hoping that it would become engorged and wet. He had never felt this way before. "Sister Xin, does it hurt?"

"It hurts!" Rong Xinling replied happily. It really hurt, a burning pain, an excruciating pain that almost tore her lower body apart, but it was only physical pain. Her heart was filled with sweetness. The expression on her face was less one of pain and more one of pride, the pride of having her virginity taken by the person she loved. "Don't call me 'Sister Xin,' call me sister, Sister Xin will sing 'Back Garden Flower' for brother... the one who's on top and fucking me is brother..." He moved his hips slightly, and the pain lessened a lot. It seemed that what he read online was right. The thickest part of the penis was at the glans. Once the head was inside, the pain in the back would only last for a while. “Ouyang, there’s still a little bit outside, hurry up and insert it… push it in to warm it up.”

“You’re still frowning… it still hurts.” Ouyang Zhiyuan slowly slid in a bit, his anus like a rubber band tightly gripping the base of his penis, while the glans felt like it was wrapped in a soft, greasy lump.

Rong Xinling dared not frown anymore, afraid that if her beloved didn’t thrust, tonight’s virginity would be ruined.

“Little Zhi brother, pull it out… um, slower, hey hey, don’t let the head of my little turtle out, you think, oh you think it’s for this hole up there.” After a few rounds, the pain lessened slightly, and she began to experience some strange sensations.

Pleasure was out of the question, and Rong Xinling didn’t believe that singing “Back Garden Flower” could produce an orgasm. It was just the burning, soreness when the penis went in, and the excretory sensation of her intestines being pulled out when it was pulled out, that she couldn’t experience through her vagina.

“Brother, is it comfortable?”

Is it comfortable? Ouyang Zhiyuan couldn't quite put his finger on it. If he had to describe the pleasure, it would be moving his penis up two inches and plunging into that gushing, enchanting hole. Now, he'd finally fucked every single hole on this beautiful teacher's body that could hold his cock; that was conquest. Conquest, too, was a kind of pleasure, wasn't it? Rong Xinling… was the teacher who spoke eloquently at the podium, the homeroom teacher whose furrowed brows silenced the classroom, the graceful lady who wouldn't easily reveal the marks of her underwear… Yes, this wonderful woman was now spreading her legs wide, displaying every detail before him, begging him to fuck her every inch of her body… Ouyang Zhiyuan stared at the teacher's smiling face and slowly increased the speed of his thrusts. "Fuck your mother…"

“Good Zhi’er…” Rong Xinling slid down onto the small carpet, her arm around Ouyang Zhiyuan’s shoulder. The most traditional missionary position was also the one that saved her the most effort, since the burning pain in her anus was no joke. Yet, she didn’t forget to tease him in the ear, “You little rascal, you’ve sworn three times tonight… Why did you have to fuck Xin’s mom… Wouldn’t it be better to fuck your mom… Xin’s mom is… is Zhi’s mom… Zhi wants to be fucked too? Are you going to cum? Are you going to cum for Xin…”

After several near-climaxes were averted by the woman, the impending ejaculation… What was it like… Rong Xinling didn’t have time to kiss away the fine sweat on her beloved’s nose. She hurriedly rubbed his buttocks, which were tense from the impending climax: “Relax a little, Xiao Zhi… Relax, it’ll feel better when you cum. I’m giving you… Teacher is fucking your asshole!… Hmm…”

For the first thrust, Ouyang Zhiyuan chose the deepest part of the woman’s rectum, going all the way in, causing the woman a sharp pain and a shiver. The second, the third… Rong Xinling was surprised to feel the warmth of the semen inside her rectum, as if she could see the domineering head of the penis thrusting wildly in her anus. She involuntarily clenched her vagina. Although there was no impact from the semen, she still felt a burning sensation. Was that her own fluid? Who says anal sex has no pleasure? Perhaps in the near future… Rong Xinling felt that she had a new expectation.

Ouyang Zhiyuan, limp on top of her, was satisfied. She could feel the strength and number of times his penis throbbed inside her rectum, even though he was still stiff from being a hooligan. Rong Xinling was overjoyed that her goal had finally been achieved. She lovingly massaged her beloved's still stiff buttocks and thighs to relax him, chuckling, "Xiao Zhi is really amazing... more amazing than a syringe, more powerful than a syringe... Oh, look at what my lower body looks like... Waaah... Xiao Zhi has torn my asshole apart!" The force of the anus was still strong, squeezing out the dejected defeated general. Blood was faintly seeping from the perineum; it was clearly torn.

After a storm of blows, the woman's anus was indeed left battered and bruised, red and white fluid flowing from her petal-like anus, meandering down onto the small carpet. Rong Xinling quickly grabbed the discarded panties beside her, catching the rest while laughing self-deprecatingly, "Fallen petals are not heartless things, they turn into spring mud to protect the flowers... Ouyang, can this be considered your 'fallen petals'?" As she spoke, she gently contracted her scarlet anus, watching the petals slowly retract.

“Sister Xin…” Ouyang Zhiyuan watched the woman struggling to clean up the mess, and a wave of guilt washed over him.

He had expected the teacher to grant his request when he wrote that poem in the classroom, but he hadn't anticipated the teacher's initiative and the harm it would cause. It turned out the teacher already knew he would be hurt this time…

“Haven't you seen enough? Here, look…” Rong Xinling said gently. The burning pain in her lower body prevented her from sitting down; she could only kneel on the small rug, carefully using her underwear to absorb the fluid between her legs. She understood her beloved's guilt, but it wasn't what she wanted. “Xiao Zhi… Sister Xin is really happy. Sister Xin just wants to bleed for you… Thank you, Xiao Zhi, for giving Sister Xin this opportunity…”

“Don’t say anything. I know what Sister Xin wants to say. Don’t make excuses for me, Sister Xin…”

“Once you know, it’s in the past. So let’s not talk about it anymore. The flowers are budding again, aren’t they? As long as Xiao Zhi still wants to hear Sister Back Garden Flower, I’ll sing it for Xiao Zhi. I’ll sing it many times…”

“Hmm… Sister Xin, keep these panties for me…”

“A commemoration of your first time, isn’t it? You little rascal, you don’t need to wag your tail, Sister Xin knows…”

“I don’t wag my tail, I wag this… Come on…”

“It still hurts down there… I can’t sit down. You stand up… I can kneel…”

“Xiao Zhi, those dirty words you said earlier… it’s okay to say them in front of Sister Xin, but don’t say them outside. Oh, I’m talking to you about something serious…”

“I only say them when I’m doing this… just for fun, to get a little excited.”

“Hmph… fucking someone else while thinking about someone else…”

“What other person? Mom isn’t an outsider, is she?”

"You said fuck my mom! I heard you perfectly well."

"Your mom isn't my mom either... just like her..."

"Hmph."

...

"Sis."

"Hmm?"

"How old is our mom? When are we going to pay our respects to our mother-in-law?"

"You little bastard! You little hooligan! You little... um, if you touch me again tonight I won't let you go home... you little pervert... you little... be gentle... go to the sofa, okay..."

The next day in Chinese class, surprisingly, Rong Xinling didn't continue with the previous lesson. She only assigned a composition topic on the blackboard for these monkeys to write freely. She also abandoned her usual habit of patrolling the classroom, sitting behind the podium drinking tea and preparing lesson plans, just waiting for the bell to ring.

So the classroom became lively during the break, with the boys huddled in a corner, guessing all sorts of things.

"Principal Lin must have given her a lecture. If you ask me, our old Principal Niu is just too shy to get his hands on this young girl, so he's gotten angry."

"Is she sick?"

"You're the one who's sick! That's a woman having her period, you know..."

"You know? You went to the teacher's house and checked the trash can, and it's still a period!"

"Shut up! Teacher Rong is lovesick! Lovesick! Didn't you see the spring-like smile on her lips when she was lost in thought... Look, like this, hey hey hey, what are you doing? Who stepped on your tail? Hey! You're all Teacher Rong's monkeys, let's

talk this out..." "Beat him to death! Beat him until his mother doesn't recognize him! This look, this look... are you even letting us eat?"

Ouyang Zhiyuan dodged a blackboard eraser, laughing so hard his stomach was tied up. Of course, only he knew the real reason.

Rong Xinling was always the topic of conversation among the boys in the class. The slightest thing could give them endless fantasies.

Fortunately, the teacher had a few "political tricks" up her sleeve, always managing to keep the boys at arm's length. "You bunch of monkeys" was Rong Xinling's most frequent phrase to the boys in her class, and they all accepted it without question.

"Xiao Zhi, your mom's looking for you." Li Chengguang climbed over from a nearby desk, holding a dark canvas shoe in his hand. "Luckily it's not Wu Hao's mom, otherwise I definitely wouldn't be able to find him."

Lan Nuanyi was chatting with Wang Jingbei and a few other girls in the hallway, her hands on her lesson plan, a serene smile on her face. Everyone in the class knew she was Ouyang Zhiyuan's mother, but no one seemed to mind. In fact, she'd come so often that she'd gotten to talk to both the boys and girls.

"Mom."

"You two are talking? Teacher Lan, you can teach us how to say goodbye sometime." Wang Jingbei glanced at Ouyang Zhiyuan, who was half a head taller than his mother, and smiled as she said goodbye. A few steps later, when she looked back, Lan Nuanyi was already arm in arm with her son.

"Why don't you come out for some fresh air after class? I saw Li Chengguang and the others making a ruckus over there, and you didn't even join in?"

Lan Nuanyi brushed the chalk dust off her son's hair, looking up at the boy who was a head taller than her, and suddenly felt a sense of awe. Had her son really grown into a man?

Ouyang Zhiyuan felt embarrassed by her stare, afraid that those monkeys would use it as a joke later. His mother often stared at him like this, and as long as he pretended not to notice, she would meticulously search his face, like looking for flowers. "Mom."

"Hmm. Ah? You were daydreaming... You have a little pimple on your chin that looks like it's about to burst. I'll squeeze it for you when we get home." Lan Nuanyi smiled, not caring much about the stares around her; the masculine young man in front of her was her son.

"Okay?" Ouyang Zhiyuan turned to look at Lan Nuanyi with a mischievous grin. His mother's long hair was tied up in a bun behind her head, with fine, downy hairs peeking out from behind her earlobes, tinged with a hazy golden hue by the sunlight. "Want to squeeze them like last time?" His mother often squeezed his pimples. The last time, she had him rest his head on her lap, her breasts just the right distance from his cheek, soft and comforting.

"Your mind is a complete mess." Lan Nuanyi gave her son a light tap on the forehead, scolding him gently, "You have class later, what are you thinking about... When have I ever stopped you from doing things at home?" Her words emphasized the word "home," yet they were filled with tenderness. "I just saw Teacher Rong at the stairwell. She was walking up the stairs so carefully, like she was afraid of scaring a cat or dog. When I asked, she wouldn't say. Is she feeling unwell?"

Ouyang Zhiyuan imagined Rong Xinling's worried face and felt a pang of pity. He smiled and said, "It's nothing. I was a little rough last night."

Lan Nuanyi understood most of it and felt a surge of heat. She whispered with a half-smile, "What did you do to my daughter-in-law?"

"Nothing..." Ouyang Zhiyuan first looked innocent, then leaned down and whispered to Lan Nuanyi for a while.

Lan Nuanyi was startled by her son's words. Her face flushed as she listened to the story. She wanted to pinch him, but the surrounding students were playing around. She also wanted to spit, but feared the eavesdroppers: "Couldn't you...couldn't you have taken your time? Xinmei hasn't experienced that yet...no, I have to go see her, poor thing..."

"Mom..."

"Come home early after school. Your stepmother said she's coming to see you. The bell's ringing, come in quickly." Before she finished speaking, her mother had disappeared around the corner, leaving behind a faint, sweet fragrance in the air.

Tang Qiao'er had traveled from the eastern suburbs across most of the city, spending almost two hours on the bus.

She had submitted a report before the New Year requesting a transfer from F City. The two cities belonged to the same customs district, so the transfer wasn't too difficult. However, a direct transfer to the branch office was somewhat challenging, so she was first transferred to the Dongshan Port Supervision Section under the branch office as a deputy section chief in charge of document review and inspection. Tang Qiao'er pursed her lips. It was barely a lateral transfer, but dealing directly with customs declarations meant a much heavier workload compared to the neighboring city.

Several glances kept sweeping over her on the bus, making her somewhat uneasy. It seemed the problem lay in her uniform. Customs was a lucrative unit, so customs officers taking public transportation were a rare sight, especially a female officer with two bars and two stars, and then there was the pile of colorful gifts on her lap…

Tang Qiao'er gritted her teeth, took off her crisp coat, and draped it over her arm. She had taken the branch office's car to Dongshan Port, and on the way back, she felt embarrassed to trouble the enthusiastic deputy director of the political work department again. She made an excuse to go to the supermarket and bought a huge pile of gifts she couldn't even name, then slowly and laboriously squeezed onto the rickety bus.

Although Ouyang Zhiyuan had called her "Mom," it was only on her birthday; he hadn't called her that since. Tang Qiao'er was both amused and exasperated with herself. At work and at home, almost everyone was afraid of her, but the thought of this callow, immature boy made her deflate like a demon. Was this some kind of "one thing subdues another" situation?

The bus crawled along in the traffic. Looking at the unfamiliar city, Tang Qiao'er sighed silently. Why give up her comfortable job as the head of the customs department over there to come here and suffer? Just for that child's "Mom"?

To compensate for the fatherly love her husband couldn't provide? Or was it just her inherently competitive nature? Tang Qiao'er shook her head vigorously, trying to clear her mind of these chaotic thoughts. Peninsula Garden was already in the distance. She tugged at her handbag; her palms were already sweating.

Ouyang Zhiyuan drove home in a long, circuitous route, feeling incredibly reluctant. He had been eagerly anticipating the weekend, and now Tang Qiao'er was showing up? "Why don't we go to the teacher's..." He glanced at the school gate, but no, if he really went, Rong Xinling would inevitably have to put up with his antics, and then it wouldn't just be a question of whether she could continue sitting on the podium drinking tea. Reluctantly, he pulled out his phone. Meeting in person wasn't an option, but complaining would surely work.

"Honey, we've only been apart for half an hour, okay?" The voice on the other end of the line was as magnetic as ever, instantly sparking his imagination.

"What are you doing?" Ouyang Zhiyuan switched the phone to his ear, wanting to complain but unsure where to begin.

"Just got in... Oh, you're exhausted, Teacher Rong! You don't know, everyone in the office thought I was getting a cold and was getting me medicine."

"I'm sorry, Sister Xin..."

"If you keep talking about this, I'm hanging up. Aren't you home yet?"

"No, I don't want to go back."

"If you don't want to go back, come to my place. I haven't cooked yet." Wait, there was static on the phone, the woman was probably sitting on the sofa: "Didn't Sister Nuan'er tell you to come home early? She said we had guests."

"It's this guest who caused trouble!" Ouyang Zhiyuan got so excited that he plopped down on the side of the road and started gesturing wildly, rattling off the whole story: "What kind of customs section chief is she? I don't care about her!" He rolled up his sleeves and wiped the spittle off.

"Xiao Zhi, don't swear! And don't say anything bad about your family!"

Ouyang Zhiyuan was stunned for a long time. Rong Xinling's tone had never been so harsh before. Imagining the teacher's frosty face on the other end of the phone, he murmured, unable to speak.

"Xiao Zhi, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, I'm sorry." Perhaps realizing the severity of her tone, Rong Xinling softened her voice and said gently, "Go back first. One is your mother, and the other is the woman who takes care of your father. Did they really come all this way just to be turned away by you? My dear Xiao Zhi, I felt so sorry for you when I scolded you."

"Um... Sister Xin, you know I really don't want her to be a third wheel. My mom and I only have one weekend a week." Wait, wasn't he scolded a minute ago? Why does he sound so innocent?

"Nonsense, do you think I only have two weekends a week? I know what you're up to. Go back, okay?"

In any case, being scolded is never pleasant. Ouyang Zhiyuan dejectedly stepped through the door, threw himself onto the sofa, and closed his eyes. The kitchen was clattering with pots and pans, but he had no interest in finding out what was going on.

"Xiao Zhi? Is that you, Xiao Zhi?" Lan Nuanyi called out twice from the kitchen without getting a response. She turned around and came out, smiling, "Qiao'er, our little devil is back, Xiao Zhi. Your stepmother is inside too."

"Xiao Zhi, you're back..." Tang Qiao'er peeked out from behind Lan Nuanyi, mechanically wiping her hands on her apron. All the prepared remarks had somehow vanished, leaving only these few words.

"Back." Ouyang Zhiyuan merely opened his mouth lazily, making a show of searching for the remote control on the coffee table.

"Xiao Zhi." Lan Nuanyi's tone was indifferent, like plain water.

Ouyang Zhiyuan shivered. He wasn't afraid of his mother hitting him on the head, spanking him, or even her exasperation; he was only afraid of her indifferent, water-like tone. "Where, where, where... Hello, Aunt Qiao'er," Lan Nuanyi sighed inwardly. The little rascal still couldn't bring himself to say it. She patted Tang Qiao'er sadly, "Qiao'er, come here, teach me how to make this Three Cup Chicken again." She couldn't force her son to do anything anymore; forced fruit is never sweet.

Tang Qiao'er's fingers were clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. She looked blankly at Ouyang Zhiyuan, then at Lan Nuanyi, unsure which way to step. Suddenly, she felt that there was no space for her in this house. Wen Xing finished dinner in an awkward atmosphere. During the meal, only Lan Nuanyi acted as a middleman, constantly putting food on this person's plate. Tang Qiao'er, on the other hand, was like a newlywed bride. Every time Lan Nuanyi put food on her plate, she would steal a glance at the boy across from her, looking anxious and apprehensive. Ouyang Zhiyuan just silently ate his rice, without making a sound except for the ringing of his phone once for a text message.

In contrast, the atmosphere after dinner seemed much more relaxed. The two women, their eyes fixed on the television, chatted idly. Ouyang Zhiyuan, having gradually changed his demeanor, brewed a cup of tea for each of them and peeled two pears, placing them on the coffee table between the two women. Although he didn't personally hand them to Tang Qiao'er, it still flustered the woman...

"Qiao'er, don't be so polite with him. He's family; I spoiled him. A son grows up and doesn't listen to his mother anymore..."

"Sister, please don't say that. Xiao... Zhi is quite sensible. Qingshan... Qingshan..." Tang Qiao'er realized she had let something slip again. Ouyang Qingshan was this woman's ex-husband. What kind of behavior was it to reopen old wounds in front of her? Where had her usual quick wit gone? Tang Qiao'er really wanted to slap herself. "Qingshan... I heard he was transferred back too. It's really all thanks to you. Otherwise, that old man would have had a hard time, and Xiao Zhi wouldn't be able to come back to me. Xiao Zhi, the doorbell rings, see who's here, move your butt a little, okay, Emperor?" Lan Nuanyi was both amused and annoyed by her son's pretense of reading the newspaper, and casually grabbed a cushion and tossed it at him. The mother and son's actions, though unintentional, were genuine, making Tang Qiao'er, who was standing nearby, both envious and jealous. "When will I be able to throw something at this little devil too..." Lost in thought, she didn't pay attention to anything else when she heard Ouyang Zhiyuan's surprised voice: "Teacher? What brings you here?"

"What, can't I come to your house, Nuan'er-jie? Oh... we have a guest." Rong Xinling, without waiting for anyone's reply, went to the shoe cabinet, took off her high heels, and sat down barefoot next to Lan Nuanyi.

"You didn't even call! You startled me. Let me introduce you to Tang Qiao'er, Ouyang Zhiyuan's stepmother. This is Rong Xinling, my colleague and friend, and also Ouyang Zhiyuan's homeroom teacher. Why is Xiao Zhiyuan barefoot? Xiao Zhiyuan, get the teacher a pair of slippers." “

You’re the one who’s controlling Xiao Zhi, how could I be worthy of you…” As she spoke, Rong Xinling stole a glance at her beloved’s stepmother. Her face was powdered and her eyebrows were beautifully styled, a perfect example of a female civil servant. Even when sitting on the sofa, she was ramrod straight, her back ramrod straight. “How come this shirt looks so good on her? And that hairstyle, it’s so beautifully styled.”

Ouyang Zhiyuan was dazzled by the sight, and he blankly said “Oh.” He went to the shoe cabinet and looked at the three pairs of high heels of different styles arranged neatly. He had just thought, “These shoes look really good together,” when he heard Rong Xinling beckon and laugh, “Xiao Zhi, don’t bother. This floor is so clean, it’s more comfortable to walk on. I don’t want to wear that.” She didn’t forget to give him a suggestive wink.

"Three women make a drama," Ouyang Zhiyuan concluded. Even if this saying didn't originate from Confucius or Mencius, it must have been influenced by Zhu Xi and Mozi. Perhaps it wasn't a sage's conclusion that led to such a classic statement, but rather a "heartbreaking" conclusion drawn from long-term living in the shadow of such women. At least Ouyang Zhiyuan felt he should be "heartbroken." Of the three women, seven out of ten sentences used him as a target, and the remaining three occasionally brushed past him...

Before he knew it, it was dusk, and Tang Qiao'er had hoped to stay the night. She chatted privately with the approachable Sister Nuan'er for a few moments, but seeing Rong Xinling still chattering excitedly, she gradually lost interest and mumbled that she wanted to leave. Before Lan Nuanyi could speak, Rong Xinling, acting like a second-hand hostess, exclaimed, "Oh, Qiao'er's leaving... I wanted to go with you, but I still have some school matters to discuss with Sister Nuan'er. How about this, tomorrow I'll treat Qiao'er and everyone to dinner, and we can include Ouyang Qingshan too. Let Xiao Zhi take you home. Xiao Zhi can take your stepmother back." As

the conversation progressed, Tang Qiao'er felt she had no excuse to stay any longer. She glanced nervously at Ouyang Zhiyuan, not wanting to say "no need," nor daring to say "okay," and awkwardly smiled, "Then Sister Nuan'er, I'll head back first. Xiao Zhi..."

"Wait!" Lan Nuanyi grabbed Tang Qiao'er's hand, glared at the grinning Rong Xinling, and asked with a smile, "Where are you going back to?" “

It’s not far from my home in F City, only 20 kilometers, a taxi ride will get you there in no time.”

“Oh, I see… Well, I have some goose feet that I pickled myself, take some back, Xiao Zhi loves them, and Ouyang Qingshan loves them too… It’ll be ready in a bit.” Lan Nuanyi busied herself on the balcony for a while before saying again, “Xiao Zhi, hold these for your stepmother.”

“Sister Nuan’er, you’re too kind, you’re saying we’re family, I can carry them myself.”

Ouyang Zhiyuan silently took the bags from Tang Qiao’er’s hands, and also pulled the coat draped over her arm, standing outside the door watching the three women who had just been putting on a show together say goodbye.

Lan Nuanyi saw Tang Qiao'er straight to the door, holding her hands sincerely, and said, "Qiao'er, don't call it your home or mine, this is actually your home too... I know why you were transferred to G City, and Xiao Zhi knows too, right? Xiao Zhi, come downstairs slowly, be sure to come often, remember?"

"I know, sister... then I'm leaving." Tang Qiao'er's nose tingled, but fortunately the stairwell lights were dim and she couldn't see clearly, so she didn't dare to say more. She greeted Rong Xinling and turned to leave.

Tang Qiao'er and Ouyang Zhiyuan walked silently down the stairwell, one after the other, only the "tap-tap" of their high heels echoing in the empty stairwell.

"Stepmother... there's a trash can at that corner ahead... be careful." Ouyang Zhiyuan's voice began to have a touch of the rugged magnetism unique to men, but in the darkness, it was impossible to tell what kind of expression it was.

Tang Qiao'er suddenly felt incredibly tired. Running around to work, squeezing into shopping malls, taking the bus, and then carrying such a heavy bag for a mile… Why was she only feeling tired now? The stairwell lights were dim, but she felt an inexplicable comfort against them. Her body felt like it was falling apart, but the tiredness was also comforting. "It's alright, it's alright… my stepmother can see." Tang Qiao'er mustered her courage to call herself "stepmother," the two words coming from her own mouth so naturally, so joyfully.

Stepping out of the stairwell, a crisp autumn breeze greeted her, carrying the faint scent of osmanthus. Looking up at the sky, the city lights painted the sky a riot of colors; she dared not hope to see the stars.

But Tang Qiao'er vaguely felt that she saw stars, twinkling stars...

"Stepmother... don't go back to F City. Didn't you say there were dormitories arranged here? It's better to go back to the customs dormitory." Tang Qiao'er and Ouyang Zhiyuan were still walking one after the other, but their pace had slowed down considerably and the distance between them had shortened. Ouyang Zhiyuan could even smell the faint fragrance wafting from ahead. Tang Qiao'er glanced back at the boy behind her. He was holding her uniform jacket by the collar and draped it over his shoulder, his eyes fixed on the distant lights, as if talking to thin air.

"It's okay... F City isn't far. I can just take a taxi from the entrance of the community. You don't need to take me this far." Although she said that, Tang Qiao'er pricked up her ears to listen to the sounds behind her, afraid that he would stop. She felt that she wasn't tired anymore, not tired at all, and could even walk back to F City like this.

"Going back to the dormitory is good, it's safe."

"...Okay, going back to the dormitory..."

Although Tang Qiao'er hoped the road would be longer, even longer, they still arrived at the gate of the community, and there was a damn long line of taxis waiting for passengers. Tang Qiao'er stopped and turned around, saying softly, "Let's get in the car there..."

"Put on this coat."

"I'm not cold."

"Put it on, this uniform is good tonight."

Tang Qiao'er understood what Ouyang Zhiyuan meant, and wanted to laugh at his overthinking, but her smile was unnatural. She put on her coat, turned around and walked towards the car, and a tear finally fell into the wind.

Without saying goodbye, Ouyang Zhiyuan silently watched Tang Qiao'er step into the car, took out his phone, and a few words appeared on the screen: "Mother's love is selfless, mother's love is boundless."

That was the text message Rong Xinling sent him at dinner.

The sublimation of mother's love (14)

When Ouyang Zhiyuan stepped into the living room again, the TV was still on, and Zhu Jun was doing the old-fashioned emotional stuff, but no one was watching. Glancing at the glass door of the balcony on the left, half-open, the evening breeze gently lifted the curtains, and Rong Xinling's voice drifted in: "Sister, the goose feet you made are really delicious! You have to teach me how to make them sometime."

"You actually have that thought? Forty-five monkeys aren't enough for you, plus the Monkey King who came back from the havoc in Heaven."

Ouyang Zhiyuan had never overheard his mother and teacher's conversation before, and suddenly found it intriguing, so he quietly moved closer. When he peeked, he couldn't help but feel both annoyed and amused. His mother was facing away from the living room, bent over in front of the jar of pickled goose feet, vigorously fiddling with the contents, while Rong Xinling childishly clung to her mother's back, tilting her head back to put the goose feet into her mouth.

“Xiao Zhi doesn’t give me any trouble in class. All the monkeys listen to him. Even his deskmate, Wang Jingbei, who always raises her eyebrows at the sight of boys, is completely intimidated by him.” Rong Xinling, focused on the goose foot in her hand, mumbled, “Didn’t you hear the principal praise our class as the most united in the whole school?”

“The most united class, but not the best in terms of grades. Ouch, my back hurts from leaning over here. Come over here, look at those billboard lights, I like looking at them and thinking…”

“The 22nd floor! Anyone would like that. Unlike me on the 8th floor, all I see are bricks.” Rong Xinling licked her fingers contentedly, leaning on the railing and peering around: “Where’s the monkey? The monkey’s gone. I can’t even see the gate… Sister, do you think he might have taken someone home?”

Lan Nuanyi rested her elbow on the railing, covering her cheek and smiling: “The monkey… um, that’s my monkey, and also my little bull…”

"The night sky is cool as water, I lie watching the Cowherd and Weaver Girl stars." Rong Xinling imitated Lan Nuanyi's posture, trying to feel the "lights on the billboard," and nudged Lan Nuanyi with her buttocks. "Hey, sister, didn't you ask him to take her home?"

"I haven't even said anything to you yet. You come all this way just to kick her out? You come and go as you please here, but she's come all this way, it's not easy for her. Qiao'er only came for the 'Mom' that Xiao Zhi mentioned. For that, taking her home isn't unreasonable." Lan Nuanyi smiled, tucking a stray hair behind Rong Xinling's ear, her tone still gentle and mild, with a hint of reproach. "You said you'd treat her to dinner, you should do it tomorrow."

"A dinner is fine, but taking her home is like a wolf in sheep's clothing..." Thinking about it, that didn't seem right. The customs chief's sweetheart didn't seem to like her much either, so why was she being jealous? Rong Xinling shrank back, muttering as she changed the subject, "I know, I also ordered some for Xiao Zhi... I just thought it would take time for him to accept it, so I came to interfere with Sister Nuan'er..."

"Sister didn't say anything to you, but you can't spoil him like this in the future... Just like here, spoiling him like this will only hurt you, won't it?" Lan Nuanyi blushed and lightly patted Rong Xinling's buttocks, laughing softly, "Feeling better? When that devil comes back later, you... you..."

Rong Xinling also blushed, her voice soft but firm, "I just want to feel that pain once, I've been in pain all day, hey sister, you and Xiao Zhi..." No matter how hard

Ouyang Zhiyuan hid in the dark corner and pricked up his ears, he could no longer hear what Rong Xinling was saying. Seeing the two women pulling and tugging at each other and fighting as they came towards the living room, he quickly stepped forward, grabbed one of them from behind and hugged his mother, laughing, "What are you talking about? You made me sneeze all the way back."

"Teacher Rong said you...you..." Lan Nuanyi grabbed her son's hand to block Rong Xinling's attack, but in the end, she couldn't say it: "Go, go, go wash off your sweat. What are you doing meddling in women's affairs?"

"That's right, we haven't finished our business yet. I'll get you some clothes." Rong Xinling finally had an excuse and turned to walk towards the bedroom: "Which room is it? Your mother's or the old one?"

"Xin'er, that's a question you're asking. Where else could it be if not in his room?" Lan Nuanyi said with a smile, while taking off her son's coat: "Isn't this coat a bit tight? I'll buy a size bigger later. Where will you put your hands? Your teacher will laugh at you...Can you even lift your mother?"

When Rong Xinling looked back, Ouyang Zhiyuan had already carried his mother in his arms. The woman's porcelain-white legs swung around for a moment, and she hurriedly kicked off her embroidered slippers, smiled, and pushed open the door to the room.

This was Rong Xinling's first time entering this boy's world. The room was simply and neatly furnished, clearly the result of Lan Nuanyi's hard work. Even the two basketballs on the floor were spotless, with two sets of wristbands neatly folded on them—a level of meticulousness only a mother could achieve. Several photo frames sat on the table, filled with pictures of the mother and son's classmates. There was also a group photo of the homeroom teacher and class officers, also polished to a shine and placed prominently.

Lan Nuanyi didn't seem jealous at all that Rong Xinling had shared the room with Lan Nuanyi… Rong Xinling's eyes welled up with tears. She picked up the photo of the mother and son, kissed it gently, and put it down.

In the photo, mother and son embraced in the breeze, the mother's face radiating pride and love, the son exuding sunshine and vigor.

The wardrobe stood embedded in the wall. Opening the door, the familiar masculine scent of her beloved wafted out, intoxicating the woman, leaving her leaning against the wall, lost in thought for a long time. Rong Xinling felt as if she had stumbled upon a man's private space. Flustered, she frantically opened each drawer, finding his underwear. Just as she was about to close it, a vibrant color flashed before her eyes…

It was two pairs of women's underwear and a handkerchief. Rong Xinling's tears finally welled up. She recognized all three items; she had even owned them before. The white underwear was the one Ouyang Zhiyuan had taken off on the playground the first time and refused to return. The light green one was the one he had mischievously swapped with after showering in her dorm. The handkerchief was clearly a memento of their first meeting. "That little rascal kept them all, folded so neatly…" Rong Xinling knelt down and gently closed the drawer, clutching her beloved's underwear tightly to her chest. "It was Sister Nuan'er who folded them. Sister Nuan'er knew all along, she knew all along." Recalling their time as colleagues, Lan Nuanyi had always been so warm and understanding towards her. Even during her time working undercover with Ouyang Zhiyuan, she had never given her a hard time, always treating her with such tender care. And what about Lan Nuanyi herself? When she's alone in this house?

When her son is intimate with another woman? This mother… is she sitting by this bed waiting for her son to come home?

Lost in thought, Rong Xinling wandered out of Ouyang Zhiyuan's room, only to be pulled back to reality by the soft laughter coming from the bathroom. She quickly composed herself and leaned against the doorframe to watch the mother and son playfully bickering.

At that moment, Ouyang Zhiyuan exuded an indescribable arrogance, his lower body erect like a ferocious monster, vigorously scrubbing Lan Nuanyi's back against the wall. Steam filled the air from the showerhead, Lan Nuanyi leaned forward, her arms outstretched against the wall, her buttocks and upper body bent at a ninety-degree angle. With a slap, her white buttocks trembled like jelly, her dangling breasts swaying back and forth like hanging water bags, her whole body radiating a hazy white mist.

Just as Ouyang Zhiyuan stepped in front of her, Lan Nuanyi pried the penis down, then released it, the penis snapping against her lower abdomen with a crisp thud.

Rong Xinling twisted her legs, feeling as if the sound had pierced her from bottom to top like thunder, her vision filled with the grotesque phantom of that thing. She quickly let out a sigh of relief and laughed, "Looks like bringing these clothes was unnecessary."

Lan Nuanyi hurriedly grabbed a bath towel and wrapped herself up, chuckling softly, "All done washing, all done. Quickly drag your teacher in." Hearing this,

Ouyang Zhiyuan pounced on Rong Xinling, who was darting towards the living room, not forgetting to tell his mother, "Remember to wear clothes, Mom, you promised."

"I know, Your Majesty. Be careful, Teacher Rong is still injured." Lan Nuanyi stood there for a while, watching the teacher and student curl up on the sofa without moving, then smiled, shook her head, and went into the bedroom.

Rong Xinling was pinned down on the sofa, enjoying her lover's groping hands while hastily drying herself with a nearby towel. "You little rascal...you little rascal..."

"Is this a little rascal?" Ouyang Zhiyuan got up, straddling Rong Xinling's face, and turned to pull at the woman's dress. Her knee-length skirt had been lifted up to her thighs during the playful fight, revealing two elastic rings at the end of her light brown stockings, each with a small clip, holding the straps tightly together. "Ah, Sister Xin is wearing a tank top too...Mom will change into one later."

"This is the big glans." Rong Xinling smiled and lightly kissed the scrotum that was hanging to her lips, her hand casually stroking the penis, then brushing aside the few strands of hair tangled around the anus. The surprise of her lover made her feel so comfortable and satisfied, and she had an urge to wear all the stockings and panties in the house for him to see.

Lan Nuanyi was troubledly choosing lingerie in the bedroom. It was one of her son's requests in the bathroom. This emperor father was very opportunistic; once he agreed to something, he would follow suit with a whole host of others' requests, which she had agreed to one by one, memorizing them all. Her current trouble was the sheer number of lingerie options; she didn't know which one would suit her needs for tonight.

Finally, she put on a pale orange-red one. Calling it lingerie was a stretch; it was mostly made of straps, with only a small, palm-sized triangle at the chest that was as transparent as a cicada's wing. Paired with a deep purple silk nightgown, it finally achieved the desired effect. To

Lan Nuanyi's surprise, there were no lewd sounds from outside the living room, so quiet that she couldn't help but tiptoe. She saw Rong Xinling still sitting on the sofa, using a remote to switch the silent TV programs. Her long dress was off, but half of her bra was pushed up, revealing a large, full breast. Upon closer inspection, Lan Nuanyi almost burst out laughing. The little rascal was nestled against the woman's lap, his mouth still on her nipple, already half-asleep. Poor Rong Xinling, she had to maintain a slightly bent-over position to prevent the nipple from slipping out of the boy's mouth.

Seeing Lan Nuanyi's surprised expression, Rong Xinling blushed crimson and whispered with a smile, "You've become a mother for once."

"How does it feel to be a mother?" Lan Nuanyi walked behind the sofa and reached out to unhook the woman's bra.

"Yes, as long as it's him, I'll do anything." Rong Xinling's face was full of innate maternal love; she wanted to touch his strong-featured face but dared not.

"My dear sister, you've really suffered. You finally found someone you like, and then someone else comes along and takes half of him away—and that person is his mother..." Lan Nuanyi sullenly began to tidy Rong Xinling's disheveled hair.

Putting age aside, her son might not even be a good match for this talented, beautiful, and charming female teacher. Yet, she and her son had an ethical relationship, which was something outsiders would find distasteful.

“No, sister, I’m the one who’s robbing him… As a mother… as a mother, there’s nothing wrong with that. I think, if I love him, I should love him wholeheartedly, love him sexually, and if I love him, I can accept him.”

Rong Xinling reached out and grasped Lan Nuanyi’s trembling, icy hand—the same hand that had once folded her underwear and placed it in her son’s closet. “Sister, we’re both women. Let’s love this person in a woman’s way, okay? My dear sister… Let’s not talk about this anymore. Sister, dim the light a bit, it’ll be too bright if he wakes up.”

Lan Nuanyi casually draped her long dress over her son, laughing, “I didn’t realize you had that kind of motherly thoughtfulness. I’ll really have Xiaozhi call you ‘Mom’ someday.” Rong Xinling

blushed, feeling half shy and half smug. She carefully pulled her nipple out and leaned back on the sofa. “I’m exhausted. I’ve tried making him call me that, but he doesn’t want to.”

“What… was it… was it… during… when we were doing it?” Lan Nuanyi was full of curiosity. Could it be that this girl also loved this forbidden game?

“No, that’s not true. Back then, he kept calling me ‘Mom, Mom,’ and I just got all maternal.” A thought suddenly flashed through Rong Xinling’s mind: what kind of stimulation would it be if her sweetheart called her “good son” while he was vigorously thrusting into her? She felt a tightness in her chest, a surge of desire welling up inside her. As she tried to calm the impulse, a warm current had already surged from her lower abdomen to her thighs. “I want to be the mother of the one Xiao Zhi… the one this son pins down on the bed,” Rong Xinling thought to herself, only to realize that the more absurd the idea, the more it ignited the endless lust within her. “What if I called him ‘Dad’…” A surge of heat rose in her groin, and she dared not think any further.

"Our Emperor is waking up soon." Just as Rong Xinling was lost in her thoughts, Lan Nuanyi's whispered words startled her. Stealing a glance, she saw Ouyang Zhiyuan, though still with his eyes closed, already shifting restlessly, his hand searching for something in mid-air. Rong Xinling's mind raced. She lifted Lan Nuanyi's sexy nightgown, took his hand, and placed it on Lan Nuanyi's breast, giggling, "Your Majesty, time for a midnight snack! Guess whose it is?"

Ouyang Zhiyuan knew immediately upon touching her breast; it was soft and warm like a water bag. "Mom, nurse."

Lan Nuanyi laughed and flicked Rong Xinling's forehead, then knelt on the small rug and leaned closer. "Eat up, if you can taste your good fortune, it's my good fortune too."

"Little Zhi, don't let your mother fool you. Eat heartily, or you might just get pregnant." The

nighttime weather forecast appeared on the television; it looked like it would rain heavily. Lan Nuanyi didn't care. With the door closed and curtains drawn, she could ignore the raging storm outside. In this private space, there was only one atmosphere: the atmosphere of a cozy nest. Lan Nuanyi turned the lights up a little more, directed her son to move the coffee table aside, and then went to flip through CDs.

"What's your mom up to?" Rong Xinling asked, watching the busy mother and son.

"Didn't my mom tell you? She agreed in the bathroom just now, to dance!" Ouyang Zhiyuan excitedly sat down next to the woman. His mother was still kneeling in front of the stereo, carefully selecting CDs. Her light purple nightgown couldn't hide her fair shoulders, and the light cast a sunset-like glow on her body.

Dancing! A pang of jealousy rose in Rong Xinling's heart. In this respect, she dared not compete with Lan Nuanyi. At every arts festival of the education system, the beautiful Lan Nuanyi's solo dance was always the grand finale; no one dared to dance with her. Once, when Lan Nuanyi was in a bad mood and didn't perform, city leaders even asked why Teacher Lan from No. 1 Middle School hadn't been on stage. Speaking of Lan Nuanyi's dance, the teachers had an interesting discussion. Years ago, her dance performances always left a lingering, subtle sadness, a feeling of unspoken words. In the last two years, however, she's reached a new level, leaving audiences with an indescribable joy that lingers for days, making them want to dance along and express their own happiness.

As they spoke, music began to play; a flute played, melodious and refreshing.

Lan Nuanyi didn't respond to the two. She stood serenely, her eyes filled with tenderness as she gazed at her son. Following the flute's guidance, she slowly stretched out her arms. Suddenly, a light veil seemed to flutter open, her sleeves dancing as if countless petals were drifting down from the sky, swaying and swaying, each petal carrying a wisp of sandalwood fragrance…

Lan Nuanyi wasn't wearing dance costume, but rather lingerie. What is lingerie? In her understanding, it's the mutual teasing and embellishment between lovers, teasing each other while also teasing themselves. Therefore, she didn't care about displaying certain parts of her body, even deliberately puffing out her chest and kicking her legs to make her small bra and open-crotch panties work perfectly.

Ouyang Zhiyuan stared at his mother in disbelief, even forgetting to get an erection, until Lan Nuanyi kicked one leg into the air and held a one-legged stance for several seconds. Only then did he find the alluring softness in his mother's gaze, and then her gaze led him down to search between her legs, which were stretched out at a 180-degree angle, where the grass was lush and the stamens were glistening with dew. Ouyang Zhiyuan felt a little frantic, unconsciously gesturing a few times, at a loss for what to do.

"Come, give your hand to your teacher," Rong Xinling whispered in his ear, guiding his hand to a warm, moist spot. She had unknowingly removed her own underwear, spreading her legs wide and pulling him into her arms. "Want your teacher to masturbate you? Will it feel better?" Rong Xinling grasped his throbbing penis, wiping away the glistening fluid from the tip and gently stroking it. Lan Nuanyi's dance was graceful and enchanting, and she herself was deeply captivated.

The flute music quickened, and Lan Nuanyi's movements grew faster and faster. Her jade-like hands moved gracefully, her skirt fluttering, her watery eyes seeming to speak volumes, shimmering with light. She was like a flower veiled in mist, hazy and ethereal, shimmering with beautiful colors. Her waist swayed like a willow in the wind, her full breasts and plump buttocks swaying like waves, seemingly within reach, yet so unattainable…

She twirled and spun lightly like snowflakes, her graceful movements startling like a dragon in flight.

Her hands drooped limply, her skirt trailing as if clouds were rising.

This was a poem Rong Xinling silently recited in her heart, Bai Juyi's "Song of the Rainbow Feather Dance in Response to Wei Zhi," and only Lan Nuanyi was worthy of her reciting these words. Rong Xinling sighed softly, pressing her entire chest against Ouyang Zhiyuan's back, her buttocks protruding to create space for his hands to move. While enjoying the dance, she also had to pay close attention to her beloved's physical reactions. She would look at him whenever his fingers moved quickly or paused between his legs, and massage his glans. Rong Xinling knew that as long as she could suppress his desire to ejaculate a few more times, Lan Nuanyi would soon be utterly ecstatic and completely exhausted by his thrusts.

Immersed in the music and dance, Lan Nuanyi paid no heed to Rong Xinling's cunning thoughts. Her movements were fluid and graceful, her curvaceous figure shifting between supple undulations from her right fingertips to her left, and languid swaying from her head to her ankles… until the melodious flute music faded away. Only then did she gently lift her wrist, tracing a beautiful arc in the air, slowly turning in circles. She slightly raised her chin, and the alluring beauty that others rarely saw vanished, replaced by a dignified and noble expression. "

She's a few years younger than me, with a similarly stunning figure, how come I can't do something so captivating?" Rong Xinling angrily lamented. The penis in her hand was already hard and soft, and she couldn't bear to stop the passion any longer: "Go, wipe Mom's sweat."

Lan Nuanyi stretched out her arms to hug Ouyang Zhiyuan, who pounced on her, and tilted her face up to accept his peck-like kisses, laughing: "Little Zhi, slow down, slow down, you're all sweaty." She closed her eyes and breathed softly, enjoying the feeling of her son trying to break her waist.

Her son was getting stronger and stronger, with broad shoulders and a solid bottom, and his complexion was gradually becoming healthier.

Just like that hug when he was fifteen, Ouyang Zhiyuan buried his face in the crook of his mother's snow-white neck. His mother didn't like makeup, and even for tonight's "performance," she only applied a light eyeshadow. The air was filled with the faint smell of sweat and her mother's unique fragrance, which was like sandalwood and musk.

Lan Nuanyi only knew how to kiss her son, holding her breath and sucking his saliva until her mind went blank before she could breathe again, and she was limply laid down on the sofa.

This was a large single sofa. Lan Nuanyi's legs were propped up on the armrests, making her feel like she was on a gynecological operating table, her entire vulva exposed to the light. Without the cover of music and dance, everything became naked.

She looked at Rong Xinling with a hint of embarrassment, who was smiling and watching the scene with her chin propped on her hand. She said with a playful smile, "Come here."

"Your Majesty, please tell me if you want a massage or..." Rong Xinling chuckled and pretended to rub the swaying flesh on Lan Nuanyi's chest.

"Get lost, it's him, I can't reach him, you go... go touch..." Lan Nuanyi couldn't bring herself to say it. She pointed to her son kneeling between her legs and then pulled him close to her ear and whispered, "Xiao Zhi likes high heels, go change into a pair of higher heels in the closet."

Her mother's vulva was like a work of art. This was a feeling that Ouyang Zhiyuan had never changed. Whether it was the fleshy and thick mons pubis, the smooth and soft vulva, or the neat and tidy pubic hair, everything seemed to be meticulously sculpted. He parted her labia, revealing pink, tender flesh glistening with lustful fluid. A gentle touch caused the two small openings to contract like flower stamens… Ouyang Zhiyuan took a deep breath and kissed the blooming flower.

A soft force invaded her cavity, darting left and right like a snake… Lan Nuanyi tried to relax her entire body to experience this light, floating feeling. “Yes, if I soften my body, I won’t be afraid of falling from mid-air…” she thought naively. Her son knew her sensitive spots and immediately attacked multiple points simultaneously. With Rong Xinling occasionally providing gentle stimulation, a warm current gathered between her legs. Finally, when a hard, hot penis reached its climax, the pleasurable sensation exploded. Lan Nuanyi couldn’t help but let out a loud, unrestrained moan, squinting to see her son, with Rong Xinling’s help, beginning his ride on her body. “Qilin’er… back inside Mommy… okay…”

Lan Nuanyi's position was peculiar; her entire buttocks were suspended off the sofa, her calves folded near Rong Xinling's ears. Freed from restraint, Ouyang Zhiyuan pressed down on the sofa armrest like a mountain, each thrust penetrating wildly from head to toe. Lan Nuanyi frantically searched for a point of support to give her a sense of security, yet dared not open her eyes. Each time her son pulled back, the pleasure radiating from her limbs was drawn back to her lower abdomen, only to be scattered throughout her body again when his penis reached its hilt… Could it be that the little devil's size had increased again? She opened her eyes, looking helplessly at Rong Xinling.

"Sister..." Rong Xinling was also horrified, pressing her face affectionately against Lan Nuanyi's: "Your son is amazing, isn't he?"

"Mmm...he...he really...Xiao Zhi...do you really want Mommy to die? Do you really want to expose Mommy...can you find someone else to fuck me?" Lan Nuanyi was ultimately exhausted, barely breathing.

"No, Sister Nuan'er, you haven't even reached that point where you're seeing stars yet. Xiao Zhi still needs to work harder, hurry." Rong Xinling quickly moved behind Ouyang Zhiyuan, grabbing his hips and pushing him back and forth without thinking twice.

Lan Nuanyi finally managed to put her feet on the ground and let out a long breath. She struggled to break free from her son's grasp, slumped onto the sofa, and laughed, "I really can't take it anymore... Go fuck your teacher, Mom needs a break before we come back..." She glared at Rong Xinling, "Good red wine is meant to be savored slowly, understand?"

"This thing isn't red wine, it's a wine bottle," Rong Xinling chuckled. After a moment's hesitation, she chose to lie between Lan Nuanyi's legs, kissing her vulva, which was now blooming like a flower from being fucked. Her waist arched deeply, her buttocks sticking out like two halves of a watermelon—Ouyang Zhiyuan's favorite rear-entry position.

Ouyang Zhiyuan, with his wet penis erect, didn't bother with foreplay, or even give Rong Xinling time to position herself, thrusting into her until she was pressed against her mother's lower abdomen. The living room was instantly filled with lewd sounds, like the mixing of mud. Rong Xinling was right, "men are made of clay, women are made of water," but in front of him, her teacher wasn't a woman made of water, but a "woman made of lustful fluids." This

was Rong Xinling's first time performing oral sex on a woman. She didn't care, because it was her sister, one of the two people she was willing to give her all for. She tried hard to recall what she had learned online, gently parting Lan Nuanyi's vulva, licking the tender flesh inside, licking the clitoris, and imitating Ouyang Zhiyuan's manner, blowing softly as she inserted her tongue and stirred it inside.

There was a faint, mature woman's unique scent, and she could also smell the scent her beloved had left inside, a scent she loved. Ouyang Zhiyuan used great force from behind, sometimes thrusting so hard that her face was pressed against her vulva. "That back garden flower..." Her back throbbed with a dull, burning pain. Her beloved, preoccupied with pleasure, would occasionally press and spread her breasts apart. "Is there one that won't tear?" Rong Xinling thought to herself, "I'll have him do it later..."

Thinking of the scene that might unfold, she couldn't help but let out a long groan.

Rong Xinling's wound had indeed torn open, but the pain had transformed into something strange. Last night, when her beloved sang "back garden flower" to her, it was almost purely excruciating pain. Occasionally, Ouyang Zhiyuan's touch on her clitoris would send electric shocks through her, but these were quickly overshadowed by the pain. However, this moment presented a different kind of wonderful experience, a pure pleasure mixed with a trace of pain, like a cat scratching its heart, both loving and hating. It both longed for the penis to thrust all the way in, yet wanted to avoid the impact on its buttocks upon reaching the end, then anxiously awaited the next wave of pleasure…

The thick penis appeared and disappeared between the woman's buttocks. This rod, which Rong Xinling jokingly called the "Red Cloud Immortal Pestle," truly made her "white jade plate" bloom with vibrant colors. A fiery heat spread from Ouyang Zhiyuan's glans throughout his body. His teacher's vagina seemed particularly narrow tonight, especially when he penetrated her; he could clearly feel the tightness she experienced during orgasm. As his penis withdrew, the vaginal fluid that came out was trapped outside the vaginal opening, winding down her thighs to her stockings, glistening and shiny. He didn't know when his mother had also circled behind him, her large breasts pressing against his back, her whispered lewd words echoing in his ear: "You naughty son, you've brought your mother's juices into the teacher's..."

"Don't fuck your mother's daughter-in-law to death."

Rong Xinling brushed a stray lock of hair from her mouth, turning to look at her beloved: "Brother, are you about to cum... are you about to cum? Slow down, this time let's do... let's do a facial, okay?"

"What is a facial?" Mother and son were both confused, asking in unison. Lan Nuanyi vaguely understood what it meant, touching his face, which was burning hot.

"It's... facing the face... cum on our faces, cum on our mother's face, okay? Hey... sister, give brother a blowjob..." The woman smiled and beckoned to Lan Nuanyi, kneeling before her beloved's crotch, the semen on his penis rubbing against her, turning milky white, covering his entire penis and scrotum.

Lan Nuanyi felt secretly ashamed, and followed Rong Xinling's example, kneeling to the side, kissing each other's penises. Ouyang Zhiyuan stared helplessly at the two beautiful faces beneath him, one fair and rosy, the other smooth and delicate. Knowing his semen would soon appear there, his lower body tightened…

“Sister, don’t look into his eyes, look at this little opening, it looks like… Little Zhi, open your eyes… look at Mommy’s face.” She said, increasing the speed of her stroking of his penis with one hand, while secretly stirring up some vaginal fluid with the other. Suddenly, she inserted her middle finger into Ouyang Zhiyuan’s anus.

It was the moment Ouyang Zhiyuan was about to ejaculate for the first time. His body reacted to the invasion of his anus by contracting and thrusting forward, gripping Rong Xinling’s finger tightly, and his first ejaculation gushed out.

This was the first time Lan Nuanyi had seen her son’s genitals so closely and for such a long time. The glans, after being kissed by Rong Xinling, was a glistening purple, and the urethral opening was slightly open like a baby’s mouth. "It's here...it's from here that it shoots onto my face..." Lan Nuanyi clearly felt the heat radiating from her son's genitals, making her face burn. She kept her beautiful eyes wide open, afraid to miss a single detail. Despite being mentally prepared, the first ejaculation still startled her. She instinctively closed her eyes and pulled back, only to be met with another ejaculation.

Ouyang Zhiyuan felt his climax wasn't during ejaculation, but rather when the semen hit his mother's flushed face. He could even hear the "slap" sound of the impact. With Rong Xinling's stimulation, the semen was sprayed all over his mother's face, from her hair to her nose and chin, covered in a thick, white liquid.

The three of them collapsed onto the carpet. Rong Xinling leaned down and kissed Lan Nuanyi's face. The faint fishy smell was loved because of her beloved, and Xinling's love was intensified by her beloved.

"Mom." Ouyang Zhiyuan rolled over and pinned his mother down, kissing her intermittently. His limbs were draped over Lan Nuanyi's body, making her bear his weight completely.

"Hmm... Is this alright?" Lan Nuanyi returned the kiss, kissing the fine sweat on her son's nose, smiling as she accepted his weight. To her, her son's weight was never enough. She bit his earlobe and whispered sweetly, "Want more? Qilin'er, do you want more?" "

Yes..." Ouyang Zhiyuan thrust violently into his mother's vulva, and the fluid began to flow again.

Rong Xinling silently kissed her beloved's penis, scrotum, and anus. Before long, it would be erect again, ready to bully them triumphantly: "What do you want? How do you want it?"

"Hmm... I want the teacher to dance, and then Mom to teach me to sing 'The Back Garden Flower'..." Ouyang Zhiyuan looked at Rong Xinling, who was holding his penis and looking bewildered, and smiled.

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